Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"In this case, I will be optimistic about this - the soul in this river of forgetfulness."

Although the underworld is very wide, and the newly born Styx River has begun to extend some tributaries visible to the naked eye, Hades does not find it difficult to be optimistic about it.

After all, the gods have verified it. The belief in the birth of a separate soul is nothing compared to when it is alive, so it seems that no one will snatch souls in batches. Even if you just leave it alone, nothing will happen.

"It better be this way."

Tilting her head, Lyanna noticed the approaching red light in the distance.

It seemed to be a god on earth, but it probably took a long time for her to get here. Although the underworld is not as vast as the earth, it is not small now.

"From today on, the ownerless magic released by Ming Yue will be amplified three times. This is what I promised. As for the rest of how to build your 'Kingdom of the Undead', that is your business."

Taking the silver mirror in her hand, Lyanna didn't linger any longer. Under Pluto's gaze, her figure gradually faded and finally disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the originally swollen Ming Yue slowly returned to normal, but the magic power contained in the moonlight it illuminated actually increased.

Although the concentration only increased three times, the impact on the birth of undead wisdom was more than ten times greater. The biggest problem now has become how to obtain as many bones of life on the ground as possible, especially human bones.

"Bronze humans. It's a pity that they can live for a long time."

He whispered to himself that his expected goal was finally achieved, but looking at the River Styx under his feet and the empty Field of Truth, Hades felt a little complicated.

No, it's not completely empty. The goddess of the dark moon seems to be merciful to the undead souls who worship her, so that although they were a little embarrassed by the previous fight between the two gods, they were still safe.

The only real unlucky thing in the field of truth is his palace.

"You, find someone to rebuild my temple. Build it on the east side, far away from the River of Forgottenness."

After casually giving instructions to his maid, Hades immediately turned into a gray light and headed towards Hestia at the edge of the underworld.

Except for those who have authority in the underworld, it is not easy for other gods to come from the border of the underworld to the center. It is impossible for him to just stay in the center of the underworld with such arrogance, waiting for Hestia to come to see him.

Flying in the air, Pluto also had a headache. He had to find a way to deal with his sister now, and it was best not to let her know what he wanted to do.

Today's battle must have attracted the attention of the gods on earth, and Hades did not want them to realize the existence of the undead in advance. Before, no one cared about the underworld because it had no benefits. But if it suddenly had benefits, it would inevitably attract the attention of the gods.

“Then let’s do it—let’s make you laugh for a while first.”

After flying for a while, Hades finally came up with a good idea. If you want to cover up something, the best way is not to hide it, but to replace it with another thing that attracts more attention.

For example, 'The god of the underworld failed to woo the goddess of the underworld, but was severely damaged, and the palace was wiped out' is a good saying. As for whether he would be treated as a joke by the Olympus gods, Hades no longer cared much.

It's just a temporary honor and disgrace. When his strength is insufficient, he can even let go of the position of God King, let alone a small fame.

When he completes his plan, those gods will naturally learn to shut up.

After adjusting his expression to look as miserable as possible, Hestia's figure was already visible in the distance.

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The next day.

The shaking in the ground stopped near Mount Olympus, affecting at most some of the oceans. Under the suppression of the forces of this world, the place where the bronze human was was as peaceful as ever.

Last night, in a remote corner of the tribe, Ender waited very late for the 'big sister' who left midway to finally come back after finishing her work. The little guy was really hungry.

But this is not what Ryan asked for. He was not here to enforce the law and abuse children, and he had no intention of 'testing' Ender, even if the bronze human 'child' was not technically weak.

In fact, after discovering that Lyanna was fighting with Hades for no reason, Ryan indicated that he could start eating first, but Ender asked to continue waiting.

Little Ender was warm and kind, and he didn't want to let the 'big sister' eat the leftovers alone, so he insisted on waiting until Lyanna came back. Regarding his decision, Ryan could only lament that the same rice feeds all kinds of people, and the personalities of the bronze humans who have lost the confinement of their minds have also changed.

Some were arrogant like Priest Orson, some were scornful and sarcastic like before when he asked Ryan to stay overnight, and of course there were also some who were kind to everything like Ender.

It’s just that Ryan doesn’t know if Ender can still maintain the goodwill he has today when he grows up and when the bronze humans meet their destined end.

Maybe, maybe not, but Ryan doesn't care. He was not here to select sages. It didn't matter whether Ender was good or evil in the future. Their fate only lasted as long as Ryan was still in the human tribe.

As for the future, that is his own business.

"So, Lyanna, how did you end up fighting Hades?"

Sitting at the small table in the small courtyard in front of the house, Ryan was holding a knife in his hand and carving a wooden figure.

The table next to him was already filled with many various wood carvings. They are exquisite, lifelike and look just like real people.

"Although Hades doesn't seem to be as content with the status quo as he appears, he doesn't seem to be actively provoking you."

I didn't ask much yesterday, but since I have free time today, Ryan is a little curious about it.

Since he had let Lyanna deal with this matter alone before, he would naturally not be watching on the screen all the time, so that how Hades provoked his own angel, Ryan had no idea.

But considering Lyanna's usual attitude towards living gods, it seems that there is nothing strange about a fight.

"...He said some really annoying things, and I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

Standing aside, Lyanna was silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"Um?"

I was a little surprised. It didn't matter what the reason was, but this was the first time that Ryan saw Lyanna hesitate when facing her own problem. However, he only thought about it briefly and did not continue to inquire further.

As the master of the spirit world, he equally respects the independent rights of every life in the spirit world, as long as it has nothing to do with his own interests.

"If this is what you want to do, go for it."

"But remember next time, before doing something, think about whether you can achieve your goal and what you have to pay for it. If it were me, I would either not do it or be prepared to solve the trouble."

The carving movements on his hands are non-stop. Just like Ryan said, he rarely uses force. Every time he takes action, he has a purpose to achieve.

In contrast, if it weren't for the accidental birth of the River of Forgotten, Lyanna would have fought in vain, but she would have gained basically nothing.

"Okay, go and do your own business. You have to draw a river for Erene, and you must talk to her."

Ryan waved his hand. Seeing this, Lyanna pursed her lips and retreated. Although she didn't say much, the goddess of the moon could still tell that Ryan was not satisfied with her trip, but Lyanna felt that it was because she was not strong enough.

"Can you achieve your goal?" "Be prepared to solve troubles." Obviously, if you have touched greatness, you can definitely easily solve all the problems you faced yesterday.

“Still not experienced enough.”

"But that's right, how can you look at the world from a more rational perspective if you have been confined to the spiritual world since birth? Even the gods of Chaos are not like this."

With some sighs, Ryan had no choice but to put Lyanna's matter aside for the time being. He raised his head slightly, and just as he was speaking, Ander's short figure was walking towards the end of the road outside the small courtyard.

On his back, a huge straw basket was filled with firewood, which looked heavy in weight.

Over the years, although the blessings of the gods have allowed bronze humans to easily live a comfortable life, it is only an equal comparison. In any case, human beings are still in a primitive and barbaric era. In terms of civilization level, they are not even as good as the golden human race of the past.

Over the course of thousands of years of development, golden humans have long since integrated the various techniques handed down from the [Civilization Slate], but they have failed to make further innovations. In comparison, just a dozen years is far from enough for the new bronze humans to learn the legacy of their ancestors.

Therefore, in times like this, even if they had fire to dispel disasters, they still needed to cut down wood. Even with evergreen fruit trees, they still need to graze cattle and sheep, and Ander is no exception.

Early this morning, he went to the woods a dozen miles away to prepare fuel for the next few days.

"Big brother, I'm back."

Entering the small courtyard, Ander put down the bamboo basket full of wood on his back and wiped the sweat from his face.

If future generations of humans saw this scene, they would definitely scold Ryan for bullying children, but to the eyes of the adults and children in the courtyard at this time, it seemed completely normal.

Ryan took it for granted because what he was about to give Ender was far more valuable than what he had paid. Ender also took it for granted because he found that Ryan knew a lot of knowledge.

He was not stupid. Regarding Ryan's identity, Ender had some guesses. This eldest brother was probably a skilled craftsman.

"We're back. That's just right. Come here, Ender."

After carving the last stroke, Ryan looked at the puppet in his hand.

It has both appearance and spirit on the outside, and the inside is also filled with internal organs, blood vessels, and meridians that are no different from the human body. He didn't use any extraordinary power. This was the pinnacle of simple mortal skills under the blessing of the priesthood.

Of course, without extraordinary physical strength, this technique of directly transmitting strength from the outside to the inside without damaging the wood would be absolutely impossible to accomplish.

"Come on, choose one."

He waved to Ender. On the stone table at this moment, there were puppets of various styles, a small wooden sailboat that did not exist in this era, and a chessboard filled with various chess pieces.

These are the results of Ryan's carving today. Of course, they are not artifacts with extraordinary functions, they are just ordinary wood carvings.

"Shall I choose one?"

Some surprises, some hesitations. At just one glance, Ender, who was still a child, fell in love with these various 'toys'. But such exquisite things must be rare, and he didn't know whether he should accept this gift.

"Well, of course, but they're not toys."

Ryan tapped his fingers on the table and said with a smile.

"Actually, I want to teach you a 'skill' in return for bothering you these days, as well as the 'rent' for a period of time in the future."

"Art - you are a 'priest'!"

He blurted out that although he didn't know what 'rent' was, Ender knew what craft was. His eyes shone with admiration, and he couldn't help but use honorifics when he spoke.

Although bronze humans are primitive today, with the development of tribes, class divisions have gradually emerged. There is no doubt that priests are the highest status people under the Creator. They can communicate with gods, follow Prometheus, accept the teachings of the Creator, and convey each other's will.

In addition to priests, the second level is ‘craftsmen’. All the existing skills of mankind come from the old times and from the teachings of Prometheus, and it is obviously impossible for the Illuminati to let hundreds of thousands of humans learn from him at the same time.

Moreover, different skills require different numbers of people. Different from herding and farming, the forging of bronzes, the carving of temple reliefs, and the making methods of some tools are all knowledge that only a few people need to master. There is no need to popularize it to all humans. In this case Next, Prometheus came up with a solution.

He chose the wisest part of mankind, who were also the precursors of the priests. The Illuminati taught them different skills in turn, and then let them teach them to other suitable humans. From then on, priests, people with special skills, and ordinary bronze humans constituted the three most primitive classes at this time. However, because of the existence of the Creator, although the former has a higher status, oppression is far from occurring in the human world.

In Ender's eyes, he originally thought that Ryan was the second type, but now he discovered that Ryan, who claimed to teach him skills, was probably the first type.

After all, only priests are qualified to impart knowledge.

"Well, priest? Strictly speaking, you can think so."

Nodding slightly, no one stipulated that he could not be his own priest, so although there was no temple for him in the bronze human tribe at this time, Ryan still agreed.

As for the fact that no one knew him before, it didn't matter. Even if you can't use divine power, a small spiritual suggestion is enough to make others ignore this problem.

"So, do you want to learn?"

"want!"

Although many speculations flashed through Ender's mind at this time: maybe the big brother in front of him was just like God testing humans with the number of sacrifices, and he was also testing whether he was a child who was willing to help others. Maybe the uncle who lives next door regrets that he actually refused the god’s priest’s offer to stay.

But no matter how many ideas he had, Ander couldn't wait to agree.

"In that case, Ender, which one are you going to choose?"

Putting his fingers lightly on the table, Ryan asked again.

But this time, Ender no longer looked at the wooden sculpture on the table as if he were a toy. At this moment, they represent the inheritance of a skill behind them, and it is likely that the priest in front of them has just learned it from the Creator.

After all, the things in front of him were different from every skill Ender had learned in the past.

"Then, Lord High Priest, what knowledge do these wooden sculptures represent?"

Although he liked both of them, since Ryan said he could only choose one, Ender had no reason to be greedy. It's just that he has never been exposed to these before, and he doesn't know what these things in front of him are.

Faced with Ender's question, Ryan had no intention of showing off. He first pushed the chessboard in front of him, along with the chess pieces on it.

"The first one is chess."

The wooden chessboard is filled with stone chess pieces of different styles. There are ‘kings’ and ‘queens’, as well as ‘ministers’, ‘knights’ and ‘slaves’. Today's Bronze Humans undoubtedly don't understand these concepts, but they don't need to.

Anyway, those are the rules of chess games. If a person doesn’t know what the ‘rook’, ‘horse’ and ‘cannon’ in chess are, it will not affect his learning of the rules of chess.

"This is something used for entertainment. It can bring people happiness and satisfaction. When using it, people will control the chess pieces on both sides according to special rules and let them 'fight' with each other on the chessboard."

"Whoever 'eats' the opponent's king first will win the final victory. People can enjoy the joy of victory, and if they like, they can also prepare a small prize in advance."

Smiling, Ryan tried his best to explain what 'chess' was in words that Ender could understand.

"If you choose this, then I will teach you how to make chess equipment, how to define different game rules, and the magic weapon to defeat the enemy."

After hesitating, it sounded interesting, but Ender felt that chess was not as useful as skills like forging tools and brewing wine. After all, today’s human beings’ demand for entertainment is not that high.

"Well, what about this?"

The first option didn't sit well with his heart, so Ender glanced at Ryan's expression in a hidden way, and then pointed to other things on the table.

"This, it's a boat, a tool for sailing on the water."

With the smile still on his face, Ryan reached out and picked up a wooden basin filled with water, and then put the wooden boat on it.