Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

"In that case, I will keep an eye on this soul in the River of Oblivion."

Although the underworld is vast, and this newly born river of the underworld has begun to extend some tributaries visibly, Hades does not think it is difficult to keep an eye on it.

After all, the gods have verified it. The belief that a single soul is born is rare compared to when it is alive, so it seems that no one will come to rob souls in batches. Even if it is left alone, it should be fine.

"It's better this way."

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

It seems to be a god on earth, but it will take her a long time to get here. Although the underworld is not as vast as the earth, it is not small now.

"From today, the ownerless magic released by the underworld moon will be magnified three times. This is what I promised. As for how to build your "kingdom of the dead", that's your business."

Taking the silver mirror in her hand, Lyanna did not stay any longer. Under the gaze of Hades, her figure gradually faded and finally disappeared.

At the same time, the originally swollen Hades Moon slowly returned to normal, but the magic contained in the moonlight it shone on actually increased.

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

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

Whispering to himself, his expected goal was finally achieved, but looking at the Styx under his feet and the empty Garden of Truth, Hades felt a little complicated.

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

The only one who was really unlucky in the Garden of Truth was his palace.

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

After casually instructing 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 to the center from the border of the underworld. He can't just stay in the center of the underworld and wait for Hestia to come to see him.

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

Today's fight must have attracted the attention of the gods on earth, and Hades didn't want them to realize the existence of the dead in advance. Before, no one cared about the underworld because there was no benefit here, but if it suddenly had benefits, it would inevitably attract the attention of the gods.

"Let's do it this way-let's laugh for a while."

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 cover it up, but to replace it with something more attractive.

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

It was just a temporary honor and disgrace. When he was not strong enough, he could even let go of the position of the king of gods, let alone a little fame.

When he completed his plan, those gods would naturally learn to shut up.

He adjusted his expression and made himself look as miserable as possible. In the distance, Hestia's figure was already in sight.

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The next day.

The underground vibration stopped near Mount Olympus, and at most affected some oceans. Under the suppression of the power of the world, the place where the bronze humans were located was as calm as ever.

Last night, in a remote corner of the tribe, Ander waited very late, and the "big sister" who left halfway finally came back after finishing her business, which really made the little guy hungry.

But this was not what Ryan asked for. He was not here to fish for law enforcement and abuse children, and he had no intention of "testing" Ander, even though the "children" of bronze humans were not weak strictly speaking.

In fact, after discovering that Lyanna had fought with Hades for some reason, Ryan had signaled that he could start eating first, but Ander asked to continue waiting.

Little Ander was warm and kind, and he didn't want the "big sister" to eat the leftovers alone, so he insisted on waiting until Lyanna came back. Regarding his decision, Ryan could only sigh that there are many kinds of people, and the personalities of bronze humans who have lost their thinking constraints have also changed.

Some are as arrogant as the priest Orson, some sneer at Ryan's request for accommodation, and some are sarcastic, and naturally there are also people like Ander who are full of kindness to everything.

But Ryan didn't know whether Ender could still maintain his kindness when he grew up and the bronze humans met their destined end.

Maybe he could, but it was more likely that he couldn't, but Ryan didn't care. He was not here to select saints. Whether Ender would be good or evil in the future, it didn't matter. Their fate only lasted until Ryan stayed in the human tribe.

As for the future, that was his own business.

"So, Lyanna, how did you fight Hades?"

Sitting at a small table in the 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 wooden sculptures. They were exquisite and lifelike, and looked no different from real people.

"Although Hades doesn't seem to be as content with the status quo as he appears, it doesn't seem like he will take the initiative to provoke you."

I didn't ask much yesterday, and I was a little curious about it today because I had free time.

Since he had let Lyanna handle this matter alone before, he naturally wouldn't be watching from the sidelines all the time, so Ryan had no idea how Hades had offended his own angel.

But thinking about Lyanna's usual attitude towards the gods in the world, it seemed that there was nothing strange about fighting.

".He said some very annoying things, so I wanted to teach him a lesson."

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

"Huh?"

He was a little surprised, and the reason was not important, but it was the first time Ryan saw Lyanna hesitate when facing his problem. But he just thought about it for a while and didn't continue to ask questions.

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

"Since this is what you want to do, then do it."

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

The carving action on his hand never stopped. Just as Ryan said, he rarely resorted to force, and every time he did it, he had a purpose to achieve.

In contrast, if it weren't for the accidental birth of the Forgotten River, Lyanna could be said to have fought with others for nothing, but basically gained nothing.

"Okay, go and do your own thing. You drew a river for Eirene, you should always tell her about it."

Ryan waved his hand, and seeing this, Lyanna pursed her lips and withdrew as he said. Although he didn't say much, the goddess of the underworld could still see that Ryan was not satisfied with her trip, but Lyanna felt that it was because she was not strong enough.

"Can I achieve my goal?" "Is there a preparation to solve the problem?" Obviously, if I have touched greatness, I can definitely easily solve all the problems I faced yesterday.

"I still haven't experienced enough."

"But it's true. Since I was born, I have been confined to the spiritual world. How can I look at this world from a more rational perspective? Even the gods of Chaos are not the same."

With some sighs, Ryan had to put aside Lyanna's affairs for the time being. He raised his head slightly. Just as he was talking, at the end of the road outside the courtyard, Ander's short figure was walking towards this side.

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

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

In thousands of years of development, the golden humans have already integrated all the skills passed down in the [Slate of Civilization], but they have not been able to make further innovations. In contrast, a short period of more than ten years is far from enough for the new bronze humans to learn the legacy of their ancestors.

Therefore, in such an era, even if there is fire to dispel disasters, they still need to cut wood. Even if there are evergreen fruit trees, they still need to graze cattle and sheep, and Ander is no exception.

Early this morning, he went to the woods more than ten miles away to prepare fuel for the next few days.

"Big brother, I'm back."

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

If this scene was seen by future humans, they would definitely scold Ryan for bullying children, but at this time, it seemed very normal to the big and small in the courtyard.

Ryan felt it was natural because what he was about to give Ander was far more valuable than the other party's contribution. Ander also felt it was natural because he found that Ryan knew a lot of knowledge.

He was not stupid. Ander had some guesses about Ryan's identity. This big brother was probably a skilled craftsman.

"You're back, that's great, Ander, come here."

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

The appearance was both physical and spiritual, and the inside was also full of internal organs, blood vessels, and meridians that were no different from the human body. He did not use any extraordinary power. This was the pinnacle of pure worldly skills under the blessing of the priesthood.

Of course, if there was no extraordinary physique, this skill of directly penetrating the force from the outside into the inside without damaging the wood would never be accomplished.

"Come on, choose one."

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

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

"I choose one?"

Some surprise, some hesitation. At first sight, the child Ender 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 disturbing you these days, as well as the 'rent' you can borrow 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 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 humanity, 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 lightly, 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 moment: 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 for a moment, 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.