Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

“Because gods are different from one another. The deity who bestowed fire upon me probably won’t care about such a trivial matter, let alone take the fire back.”

After silently praying in his heart, Cohen extended his hand and moved the torch closer to Evans.

“What are you doing?”

“Your torch should be able to light now.”

As a mortal legend only a step away from his own divinity, Cohen acutely felt the change in the Law before and after.

The ‘right’ related to fire for the Bronze Humanity had first been taken away and then quickly returned.

However, the one that returned felt almost identical to his own in Cohen’s perception.

Reaching out towards the flame, soon enough, Evans’s torch was lit once again. Looking at the burning torch, he felt this was more like a joke Cohen was playing on him.

He was about to say something, but then a scene on a mound behind Cohen suddenly stirred Evans with excitement.

“Look, Cohen, is that the creator—wait, who is that person?”

“Hmm?”

Among the gods, Prometheus was one of the few who left Cohen with fond memories, and he had once revered and devoutly worshiped the Titan deity who mingled among the Golden Humanity.

Even though he could no longer hold onto that feeling, Cohen still had a favorable impression of him.

Following the gaze, in the faint light of dawn spreading across the sky, Cohen saw Prometheus and a tall male wearing golden attire by his side.

They were two deities, this was the intuition given to Cohen by the special substance integrated into his body. Had it been before, he would have respectfully saluted the gods, but now, he just watched from afar, even with a bit of wariness.

Because at the same time, the others were looking at them. And the moment the unfamiliar god saw them, a clear expression of disgust flashed across his eyes.

Whoosh—

In the next moment, a streak of golden light shot through the air, heading towards them with a speed beyond mortal capture. Prometheus seemed to want to stop it, but being not adept at fighting, he couldn’t react in time.

However, watching all of this, Cohen just took a step forward. The strength circulating in his blood collected in his right hand, and then he grabbed toward the golden light.

Boom—

His right foot sank into the ground, causing a nearly hundred-meter radius around him to dip slightly, accompanied by a loud noise and a cloud of dust rising into the air. Within the dust, unflinchingly, Cohen grasped the bronze spear enveloped in golden light.

The powerful attack that could destroy a city wall was casually caught, and Evans, by his side, was almost too scared to speak. Looking at the being clearly not of the mortal world, Cohen, for the first time, spoke to a deity on equal footing:

“Who are you, and why have you attacked me?”

“Does one need a reason to kill an ant?”

Looking somewhat displeased, Helios had not expected that a demigod that came out of nowhere would pretend to be a human, and he had not recognized it earlier.

As for Cohen being a human, what a joke; he was unaware that humans could now stand against deities on the earth.

“Hmph, be gone, this is not a place for you.”

With a cold snort, admitting to a mistake was one thing, but Helios was not about to apologize. He no longer paid attention to Cohen and Evans, instead focusing on Prometheus, who was about to be ‘captured’ by him.

The God of Sun who would casually attack a mortal carrying the scent of his Father God does not imply he would kill a powerful demigod without reason. After all, who knows which deity’s offspring the other party might be, and whether they might bring trouble upon him.

“What’s wrong, Prometheus, feeling scared now? It’s too late for regrets.”

Noticing that the Forethinker was still looking at the demigod beside him, the God of Sun felt somewhat displeased.

“Or do you recognize him?”

“…If he is human, then I surely recognize him.”

Looking away, Prometheus then urged:

“Let us go; I am ready to face the trial.”

“Then let’s go.”

Seizing Prometheus, Helios blinked back to his Sun Chariot, which was also the reason why the sun had yet to rise that day.

The Sun Chariot, without the golden chariot’s pull, was nothing but a frame. Drawn by four horses flowing with Divine Blood, the Sun Chariot carried the two deities rapidly towards Mount Olympus.

Meanwhile, on the earth below, only two overlooked humans watched everything unfold. They did not know that the scene just now was Prometheus’s last morning in the Bronze Age.

Evans, who had been frightened by the golden light before, was slowly regaining his composure. With his cheerful and enthusiastic nature, he was quite accepting of this reality.

As the shock wore off, he looked at Cohen, part incredulous and also a touch excited.

“Cohen, you, you just…”

“I am human, not a deity.”

With a slight shake of his head, until Prometheus and the god who suddenly attacked him left, Cohen ultimately did nothing.

The Forethinker recognized him but seemed not willing to speak to him; therefore, Cohen did not insist. After all, until now, he still didn’t clearly understand what the two gods were here for.

But as he watched the golden chariot, he also roughly knew who the attacking deity was. The God of Sun, Helios, a Titan deity who once served the former Divine King.

The Golden Humanity had once revered each deity equally, so they couldn’t understand why the Divine King was above other deities; however, Cohen now understood.

Humans were equal because of their virtues, so even as the king of the Golden Humanity, Cohen did not feel himself any more noble than other humans. But it seems the deities rarely possess such virtues, hence the gods’ hierarchy.