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Chapter 90 Faith Cannot Be Rejected
the present.

world.

The edge of an island.

The lower body has the body of a horse, and the upper body is that of a human. Gods with such an image are rare.He is Chiron, the abandoned son of the former god-king Cronus.

At this moment, he was looking at the boundless blue sea.He stared at it obsessively, neither happy nor sad.It's just that there is no half brilliance in those eyes.

In today's age when beliefs are prevalent, the gods come down from heaven, from the underworld, or from some hidden lair to meet with mortals and give birth to offspring.

Such affairs are not uncommon.

As a result, human beings have obtained many children who were born extraordinary.

They are in awe of these people, and they are always close to them, wanting them to stay in the world.

And so they sang these men as they had sung the gods before.

In order to distinguish them from the gods and to show the extraordinaryness of these people, they called these people heroes.

The blood of the gods flows in the bodies of the heroes, and they are proud of each other.

but.

The blood of mortals also flows in their bodies.If the blood of the gods is a gift, by which heroes gain extraordinary power, the blood of mortals is the price they pay, and they grow old and die.

Coveted by some will from the kingdom of death, the heroes age faster and die earlier.

How hastily their life was born, squandered, and died.

Just as gods seek power, heroes love to pursue glory in a short time.

They like the appearance of the mortals around them holding the moon, so they abandon their human side and frantically pursue the power given by the other half of their blood.

They long for... mortals to call themselves heroes, thinking that by doing so they can separate themselves from the word mortal.

The first words they say when they meet people are often like this, I am the heir of the god (goddess) of...,....

Of course, they did not live up to the expectations of ordinary people, and they did not deserve the title of heroes.

Among them, the powerful ones can even rely on brute force and skill to fight against some gods who hold authority.

Under the leadership of these heroes, mortals have greatly broadened their horizons.

They set sail to explore the unknown and infinite sea, leaving yellowed sea charts handed down to future generations.

They also met some alternative gods different from the mainstream gods, among them Chiron.

Some people give up because of fear of the unknown, and naturally some people believe in the unknown.

Faith is not something you can do if you don’t want to. It will follow the connection between the underworld, cross thousands of mountains and rivers, cross the boundless sea, and finally descend on the gods to whom the prayer is directed.

Maybe those gods who stand high and stand on the top can sever this connection, but at least, Chiron can't.

Because of the strength of these beliefs, Chiron became different.

The most notable change is that he has power.

Not only that, Chiron also has a feeling that a kind of authority that belongs to him and is being bred will come to him.

Chiron couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, it was a wry smile.

When I was young, I chased desperately but couldn't get what I wanted. When I was old, I clearly saw it and figured it out, but instead came uninvited, causing twists and turns in vain.

Every time he feels the more surging and mysterious power in his body, Chiron will think of a person.

That was a bubble that he spent his entire life chasing, a person who silently resisted and protested with a lifetime of silence, his father, the former god-king Cronus.

He would think of the man standing in the sky, reaching out to him standing on the isolated island.

Chiron pursed his lips, there was something he wanted to say.

"Why am I on an island?"

On the island, there was silence after all.

But the more silent, the more irritable.

Chiron wants to be calm, and more importantly, to be clean.He decided to go around the world, imitating ordinary people, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the beauty of the sun, or lying on the beach, thinking about nothing.

This should be a very relaxing process.

So Chiron changed into a mortal, and took some coins from an old chest on the island.

He packed these coins in a leather bag, buried the box on the beach, and went to the world.

At the edge of the land, Chiron stopped.

The depths of the earth are not places he can set foot in—there is chaos, and people fight to death for their beliefs every day.

Of course, it is mortals who die.So far, there has not been any bad news from any deity whose roots are young.

Everyone is relatively restrained.After all, for the gods, the world is so big, and those who look up and look down, it’s not enough to take the life of someone who doesn’t like it for a little benefit, or to create more enemies for themselves, ruining the relationship with a certain faction. It's possible to make friends.

And Chiron, he is very clear - he is "mortal".

He does not have the power most valued by the gods, and he has no relatives or relatives. He is not a "mortal", who is?
Chiron not only has a clear understanding of himself, but also has a deep understanding of the gods whose roots are young.

He walked on the sand along the shoreline, with waves coming and going under his feet.

He knew that this was the limit of what those people could tolerate for him, a bastard.If there is no contact with faith, this boundary will be much wider, and there will be more flexibility and room for detours.

But now, no, no.

Fortunately, Chiron was used to such a restrained life. He walked forward carefully, stepping on the tide with his human-shaped feet interlaced, reflecting the black and distorted shadow of the centaur on the sea surface.

Since giving up the pursuit, many things that were irrational gradually became reasonable, and Chiron got used to it, and it seemed that it didn't matter.

but.

Does it really matter?

At night, there are only a few faint rays of moonlight on the beach.Night has always been like this since Artemis, the crescent god.

The bright and clear full moon like a silver plate is already hard to see, and some are just incomplete semi-elliptical moons.

Chiron felt that the current moon was ugly, but fortunately, the people in the moon were much younger.

He walked a little further and saw a village nestled by the sea.

There is a shop at the entrance of the village, and a brazier is burning at the door.

It sells a lot of things, mostly daily necessities.The shop is also a grocery store, and the housekeeper is a middle-aged man with a simple smile.

Chiron bought nine pancakes with fillings from him.It is a kind of blue wild fruit that grows by the sea, and it is mashed and mixed into it.

Chiron also saw another kind of sunken pancake, which was made from a kind of red wild fruit.

He wanted to eat it, but didn't buy it.At this moment, he kept in mind that his identity was a mortal traveling far away. Such a person should not have too much money.

He asked for some fresh water, and sat under the eaves of the shop to rest.

At this time, he began to pay attention to another person outside the shop.

Can't tell the age, but it shouldn't be too old.His skin is dark and his hands and feet are quick.

He was picking up the thatch at the door of the shop and putting it into a wooden barrel.

The middle-aged man who took care of the house was reprimanding him, and he was giggling while working...

(End of this chapter)