Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 930 - 381 Sage

Chapter 930: Chapter 381 Sage

East Sea.

Above an unnamed island.

Thin layers of clouds drift gently in the sea breeze, bearing aloft an exquisite chariot.

Her gaze fervently focused on the figure beside the volcano’s mouth, a hint of excitement flickered in Lachesis’ eyes.

“It’s him, quick—Hermes, catch him!”

“As long as you help me catch him, I’ll agree to anything!”

Her voice could hardly conceal her joy, to the point of speaking without filter.

However, Lachesis didn’t mind this little matter; at this moment, all she wished was to end this nightmarish period of time.

When Atropos was still around, the Fates didn’t think their sister was so irreplaceable.

Regarding fate, the three goddesses each had their own perspective; even in their duties, they seldom acted together.

Privately, Lachesis even found her sister’s actions to be of no use.

After all, she wasn’t sure if the Divine King could bring the deviated constants back on track.

However, as the Fates, it was a certain fact that the three sisters had no power to directly interfere with everything in the world.

Sometimes, Lachesis even somewhat agreed with her naive younger sister’s idea—just as the Three Graces were subordinate to the Heavenly Empress and Goddess of Beauty, the White Wax Tree Three Goddesses to the former Heavenly Empress Rhea, and the Three Furies, as well as the rumored Three Goddesses of Time Order, each had their own Principal God, perhaps they sisters too were destined to have their own Principal God.

The thought was bold, but Lachesis couldn’t refute her.

Indeed, it seemed that every set of three goddesses simultaneously birthed by Chaos all had their Principal God, all except for them.

Of course, Clotho’s conjecture was swiftly suppressed. That day, big sister Atropos chastised her in anger for the first time.

She told Clotho that the Fates had no Principal God, for fate had no master; it was part of the world, as constant and everlasting as great Chaos.

Uranus could replace The Sky with his name, Nyx could replace Eternal Night with hers.

But none of these powerful Primordial Gods had the capability to name the great Fate with their own names.

“…Heh.

“It sounds impressive to listen to, but what’s the point?”

She clenched her fists lightly; given a choice, Lachesis would not want to be any Fate.

If being powerful meant being harmed without knowing how to resist, that was just too ridiculous.

And what was more ridiculous was that the three sisters had never experienced even a bit of this kind of power.

“But luckily, I have Hermes now…”

A satisfied smile graced her lips, as a slow sense of fulfillment rose from the depths of the goddess’ heart.

Indeed, she thought she might even thank this alarmingly abrupt change, which gave her the opportunity to discover someone so special.

Hermes, he was destined to be by her side…

Immersed in wonderful fantasies, her pupils dilated slightly.

Such that standing in the sky, Lachesis didn’t notice the starlight rising slowly behind her.

…

“As long as you help me catch him, I’ll agree to anything!”

Behind Lachesis, shrouded by the clouds, Hermes was making his final preparations.

His eyes, twinkling with starlight, swept across the heavens and the earth, and before this gaze, not even the transformations of the gods could hide their tracks.

None other, this was the best outcome.

Still, to be safe, Hermes took a final glance at the original purpose of this trip.

Upon that human, through the fractured ‘gateway,’ the Great Alchemist indeed saw things he hadn’t noticed before.

Strong marks, as a Godhood Practitioner, the source of his faith seemed to have transcended the limits of a True God.

Without a doubt, another tool created by the Primordial Gods.

Time pressed, Hermes couldn’t afford a closer look, but with this confirmation, the rest no longer concerned him.

Though he came here following Lachesis, from beginning to end, he had no intention of involving himself in the dispute between Atropos and the Primordial Gods.

“…Lachesis… As long as I help you catch him, you’ll agree to anything I want…”

Standing behind the Fate, Hermes’ eyes, once calm, now turned chillingly cold.

In the depths of his pupils, chains dangled from the broken and battered gateway.

The starlight was brilliant, illuminating half of the sky.

Yet, as if existing in two different worlds, the mortals on the island sensed not the slightest stir.

His mind slightly agitated, the chains made of starlight emerged from his eyes, silently arriving behind the Fate.

Hermes took a deep breath and asked one last time.

“Lachesis, are you certain you want me to make my move?”

“…”

Swoosh—

No response awaited as he spoke.

Hermes wasn’t asking her, he was questioning himself.

With things having come this far, there was nothing left to hesitate about.

Compared to the misaligned destiny that not even the Fates could correct, and the power of the Primordial Gods, Lachesis’ threats were so insignificant.

In an instant, the starlight chains, existing between presence and absence, pierced through the void, and in a flash, penetrated the Fate’s limbs and spine.

Hardly any resistance was met; everything was so smooth.

Because at the moment Hermes took action, the surroundings of Lachesis fell into a peculiar stillness.

As if a frame was extracted from a film, or a random page was taken out of a comic book.

For the entire movie and the comic, it was almost inconsequential.

But for an observer, this represented a frozen world.

The latest achievement; Hermes had already introduced it when he saw it just moments ago.

And now, this achievement was applied to the goddess herself.

[Flying Arrow Stopped], a kind of witchcraft born from the understanding of the world.

At this moment, in the not-so-large space before Hermes, time was no longer continuous, but utterly ‘disconnected’.

It wasn’t about manipulating time; Hermes lacked the power to stop the time of a Deity.

He merely altered the way he observed, eternally placing himself in ‘this moment’.

Thus, within this realm, everything ground to a halt.

Only under the power encompassing the ‘gate’, Hermes’ own thoughts could still move as usual.

Starlight was connected to the Fates, and as originally planned, the Great Alchemist would drag his opponent into this illusory ‘gate’ and lock them under his control.

Yet when this connection came into being, for some reason, Hermes felt an intense hunger.

As if, what stood before him was not a deity, but a scrumptious feast.

The flawed gateway in the eyes trembled slightly, seeming to want to swallow the goddess in front of it in one gulp.

“This is…”

With flickering eyes, Hermes was actually not unfamiliar with this sensation.

Once, when he first tried to create a ‘gate’, he experienced this feeling.

Hermes had speculated that it might have been because the concept of the ‘gate’ originated from the portals he traveled through, which existed even within the illusory world, a world that also had All Gods.

So as a construct transformed from fiction to reality, the incomplete ‘gate’ instinctively craved to replace the illusory with the real.

But Hermes was also clear that this would not succeed.

Let alone a semi-finished product, even if it were a true finished product, he didn’t believe it could consume a deity for its own use.

Fortunately, he never intended to do so in the first place; he simply wanted to comply with this instinct, transforming the flawed gateway into the most secure prison in the world.

Starlight flickered, and the chains remained unchanged in frozen Time.

However, visible to the naked eye, the position of Lachesis began to slowly approach Hermes.

At the same time, her figure shrank continuously, positioned ever higher.

But to an onlooker, anyone would arrive at the opposite conclusion.

Lachesis had never moved, and her size had never changed.

This was the exploitation of Space; if in the domain of Time, Hermes simply took a clever shortcut without truly touching its essence.

Then in the domain of Space, having been the ruler of travel and traversing, Hermes’ exploration was unsurpassed.

Movement and stillness, two seemingly contradictory aspects, overlapped here.

The pupils, flickering with starlight, the broken and sealed gateway gradually opened a crack.

Before Hermes, the Fate descended toward his eyes, as if falling into a Bottomless Abyss.

Creak…

At a certain moment, the figure of Lachesis vanished, and Hermes, who had been tensely focused, finally sighed in relief.

There was a reason he chose to act here.

On one hand, he needed to confirm his hypothesis on targeting the Fates. On the other, it was just in case.

If something went wrong, he’d still have a chance to rectify it… his mind slightly at ease, yet after a moment, Hermes’ expression became grave again.

Because deep in his pupils, the battered door began trembling violently.

Threads and strands of black traces climbed up the cracked gaps, like mud seeping out from within, bit by bit, outside and in.

It wasn’t a realistic existence, but it manifested in an expressive form before the gateway that hovered between reality and illusion.

Just as the halted Time couldn’t affect the existence of the ‘gate’, before this ultimate filth and negativity, it was equally futile.

The black mire overflowed bit by bit, descending along the edge of the illusory gate.

Almost instinctively, Hermes canceled his magic.

Raising his right hand, he pressed it against his eye socket. The Great Alchemist reached out a hand, pulling back the damaged illusionary gate once again.

With a grimace, watching the black droplets about to fall, Hermes never expected to witness such a thing.

“Is this… the Poison of Fate?”

“How can this be… How can such a thing reside on Lachesis, isn’t this the real world?”

“If the illusory world differs from the real one, shouldn’t the correct one be the real world?”

No one answered his doubts, but reality spoke for itself.

Once detached from Hermes’ body, the already fragile Gate of Starlight shook once more.

And this time, nothing could ease its disintegration.

Merging into the body meant that he had to contact the Poison of Fate, something only the Fates themselves could withstand. Yet his creation forcibly materialized it into a tangible retaliatory fate.

Without merging into the body, this semi-finished doorway could not endure; shattering was its only destiny.

No choice was correct. Every choice was just so. Or perhaps, the only mistake was powerlessness, not choice.

If the gateway that contained the truth had already been crafted, then Hermes, poised to re-ascend to divinity, would have more than one way to solve this problem.

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However, to the Hermes of now, this was an unsolvable puzzle.

His mind raced, ideas flickered by, subsequently rejected one by one.

In this brief moment, the Gate of Starlight incurred more damage, its form becoming increasingly distorted.

As if in the next moment, Lachesis would regain her freedom.

And for this, he was utterly powerless to stop.

“…What you are doing is futile.”

A feeling of powerlessness surged, but it was quickly erased by Hermes.

He chose this place precisely for contingencies.

Yet just as he was about to abandon his initial plan, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in Hermes’ ear.

With a surge of feeling, the Great Alchemist looked in the direction of the sound.

In the very center of the island, in a corner of the volcano’s crater.

On a rock, the person Lachesis was looking for sat there quietly brewing tea.