Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

The eye of the sea, the wound of the sea.

Those who have not seen it with their own eyes often try to describe it with all kinds of gorgeous words.

People imagine that this is a huge whirlpool and guess the sound of seawater colliding.

Poets describe it as the abyss, saying that it is the source of the darkness of the sea.

Before coming here in person, Hercules had read many records related to this, or asked the elders about the true appearance of the eye of the sea.

Coupled with the explanation of the eyewitness, the great hero even thought that he had known it well enough.

But until he sailed here in person and faced the horror that struck his heart, Hercules realized how powerless pure words were at certain times.

The sound was as if it was swallowed up, and the waves of the sea were no longer seen.

The light could not shine in, because the sea's disgust for the sun gathered here.

It was as if walking alone in the dark and cold universe, not knowing where he was, and not knowing whether he was really moving.

But one thing is clear, that is, behind him is the increasingly distant world, and in front of him is the depth that swallows everything.

"...Although I have made sufficient preparations and expected the situation."

"But at this moment, I still feel a little afraid."

"Although I can overcome it...it still exists and becomes stronger."

"Oleus, do you think my will is not strong enough?"

"Or is there something wrong with this sea area itself?"

In the cockpit, holding the iron rod in his hand, the great hero is asking his teammates, and it seems that he is asking his heart.

At this moment, everything outside is projected in equal proportions.

And where the group is at this time, there is only endless darkness and emptiness.

Staring at the instrument in front of him, at Hercules' self-questioning, Orleans shook his head slightly.

He knew this mentality, because they used to be like this.

"There's no need to belittle yourself, Hercules."

"It's not your fault. On the contrary, almost everyone does this."

"Believe me, your heart is not afraid of the darkness, nor of the sea and the blue waves. You are just afraid of yourself... afraid of what you don't know, those forces beyond your control and understanding."

"But people are afraid of the unknown, and people are afraid of the sudden changes that may happen at any time."

"Even if I have been here once, I still feel terrified here."

Slowly raising his head, Orleans looked at the dark front.

Here, no light can work.

Even if it is an alchemical product, it cannot violate the special rules of this place.

"There is no other reason, just because I know that the decision of whether I can get out of here alive is never in my hands, but in the thoughts of others."

"You are the same, Hercules."

"Believe me, as long as you can't shake the entire sea, when you see this scene, you will definitely have a panic from the bottom of your heart."

This is the common nature of human beings, and it is a weakness of all intelligent life.

Fear of the unknown and respect for those who do not understand things come from this.

"You are right, Orleans, compared to the whole sea, I am still too weak."

Nodding slightly, the great hero accepted this reality.

However, looking at the darkness in front of him that seemed to swallow everything, Hercules couldn't help asking:

"The eye of the sea is the wound of the sea, and I can't shake its existence."

"But if that's the case... then even if we meet the bronze creator, how can we take him away?"

"..."

Orleans did not respond, and the great hero did not ask again.

He probably didn't know, but the creator of foresight might have a way himself.

So in silence, the huge eye of the sea, bearing a huge tear, the alchemical ship continued to sink.

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Tick...

Tick...

...

In the cold and silent space, there was nothing.

There was only the sound of liquid dripping, day and night, never interrupted.

"Enjoying" loneliness alone, Prometheus closed his eyes.

For thousands of years, apart from the mortals who strayed here for various reasons, only some guests with ulterior motives would come here.

As for the rest of the time, all that was left for him was the grinding of the boundless sea.

Tick-tock...

Tick-tock...

"Another year..."

In the darkness, a hoarse voice came from the chest.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and the tone was a little difficult to recognize.

Opening his eyes, Prometheus tried to look up.

Without a timekeeping tool, he used the number of times his blood dripped to count.

For thousands of years, the divine iron that pierced his chest allowed his blood to fill a pond.

This was the most insignificant part of his criminal law, and it was even regarded as a convenience by the fire thief.

As he said, another year has passed... But at this moment, Prometheus looked up for another reason.

Because at the edge of his perception range, a familiar thing approached.

When was the last time?

Maybe a few years ago, maybe decades ago.

When those who were driving the ships appeared here, Prometheus was surprised to find that humans now had built ships that could sail underwater.

Just a few hundred years ago, they had just learned how to use sails and how to use the stars in the sky to guide their course.

The fourth generation of humans is far more intelligent than the humans of the previous three eras.

Although this also brings more shortcomings, Prometheus thinks it is worth it.

Nothing is perfect, and if there is, then its shortcomings may be the most important piece of the puzzle that makes it perfect.

"Another fleet, Prometheus, guess why they are here?"

"..."

"You know, it's the same as every time before."

"Falling into the water by accident, an accident happened, telling you all the beauty of the outside world, and then leaving with your help."

"But from the moment they return to the ground, all you can receive are their curses and abuses."

"Some people don't want to, so they died. Others are silent, so they never have a chance to speak again."

"In the end, the remaining people gradually think that you have brought disaster to mankind, so you should use your pain to help them gain wealth and grace."

"..."

"Oh, I forgot to say...pain can be used to."

"Then how can people never get used to pain? The answer is to show him the light every once in a while."

"..."

Maybe someone is talking, maybe it's just an illusion.

But from beginning to end, Prometheus didn't respond at all.

I don't know when it started, at the bottom of this dark sea, another life seemed to be born here.

Those who had come here before had never discovered him, or rather, Prometheus was the only one who could hear his voice.

"... Don't you hate them? Don't you hate them?"

"You love humans... but not all humans love you."

"How about this, use your wisdom, use your foresight, you choose those who are kind, and leave those who are evil here."

"There's nothing wrong with this, you just give them the ending they deserve... Prometheus, am I wrong!"

The voice was still persuading them the second before, but the next moment it suddenly became loud.

The voice that came from nowhere seemed to suddenly become crazy, questioning the prisoner who was tied here, what was wrong with what he said.

However, the dark space was still quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Time passed slowly, and the voice in the ear was sometimes gentle, sometimes arrogant, sometimes humble, and sometimes arrogant.

Just like a madman with multiple personalities, it was constantly venting its emotions.

After a long time, in the ears of the fire thief, peace finally came again.

"...I'm leaving, aren't you happy?"

Silence in the noise, speaking in the silence.

When the mysterious voice stopped talking, at a certain moment, the hoarse voice of the fire thief finally sounded in this space.

However, what he said at this moment was enough to scare anyone.

It was absolutely impossible for Prometheus to leave the Eye of the Sea.

Hercules thought he could do it, but in fact, he had no chance of success from the beginning.

The power of the God King locked up the Titan god, and no one could release him without Zeus knowing...But this time, it was the turn of the mysterious voice to be silent.

"...You are my choice, and I can also give you the power to change everything."

"Prometheus, why do you have to refuse me?"

"Of course it's because I have no strength anymore."

"After all, it's tiring to carry humans on your back, and it's too heavy to carry the hatred with the God King."

The words were slow but clear, and Prometheus tried to show a smile on the iron nails, but he failed in the end.

"And... you chose me not because I am the most suitable... it's just that you got rationality from my divine blood, so you thought I was your first choice."

"But I hope you remember that you are neither me nor Him, you are an independent individual."

"Revenge against the God King, this is His will, not yours."

"Just like I see humans, I witnessed your birth with my own eyes... I hope that one day, you can also find the meaning of your existence."

"..."

There was no response, but Prometheus knew that the life born in the depths of the sea eye heard his words.

Although it didn't speak, it actually listened to its own words.

As for its true origin...

"Ahem... the ancestor of billions of demons..."

"Since the world has been recorded, the only great person who has fallen is probably Him..."

Coughing violently, with bursts of blood foam.

Typhon is dead, there is no doubt about it.

As for the one in the sea eye, just as Prometheus said.

It is an independent individual, an existence whose thinking is not clear at the beginning.

As for the arrogant Lord of All Demons...it is probably impossible for him to be resurrected.