greek mythology stuff

Chapter 108
"You shouldn't use the word wish, my love." Clotho corrected Hephaestus.

"I'm not a mortal..."

Hephaestus was dumb, but he didn't care, but gently lifted it: "Okay, then what kind of gift do you want?"

Clotho was silent for a moment, she buried her head on Hephaestus' shoulder, and Hephaestus could hear her long breathing.

She spoke suddenly, right in Hephaestus's ear, so that Hephaestus could hear him clearly: "I want the serene fate that is the life of mortals to the end."

"I want to collect them."

"One day, we'll be able to use them."

Hephaestus was stunned, he didn't quite understand.

The life of a peaceful mortal, which involves the soul of a mortal and the authority of fate, can all be associated with Hades.

Clotho, does she want to regain the power of fate?Want more peaceful souls?

It's a bit of a stretch, but as a gift it certainly qualifies.

Hephaestus agreed.

"I'll go talk to Hades," he said.

Clotho immediately denied him.

Her arms rested on Hephaestus' solid chest, propping up her heaving upper body.

She looked into Hephaestus' eyes.

"No, it has nothing to do with Hades," she said.

She explained: "The souls of mortals have a will of their own and belong only to them."

"What I want is a peaceful life for mortals, and their fate to the end."

"It is the kind of fate that can be relieved and peaceful when facing death at the end no matter how rough the process is."

"I will weave a picture with the thread of fate and put them in the picture."

Hephaestus was still a little dazed, he half understood, so he asked: "What is this fate? You need to give me an idea, so I can understand and proceed."

Crotor's calf was raised, and he swayed slightly back and forth to attract Hephaestus' attention.

Her brows and eyes turned into crescent moons, and a smile appeared on her face: "It is a peaceful destiny. They are like a history, a history that only belongs to one person, but their name is destiny, which I used to be in charge of. Fate has nothing to do with history."

"They can be the past, the past of a soul, or a destiny that reaches an end."

Hephaestus understood somewhat.

The fate mentioned by Clotho is actually the life of a mortal, and it is his fate track.

Clotho doesn't need anything else, she doesn't want soul, past, belief, all she wants is the fate of this mortal.

It's just that she has set the conditions for this fate-the master of fate must be relieved and peaceful when walking towards the end.

From this point of view, Clotho didn't just have a whim, she had an idea long ago.

Hephaestus asked: "You are already doing it! Have you encountered any problems?"

Clotho lay on it, she nodded and raised three fingers.

"There are three problems."

"First, Hades plundered my authority. The death date he set for Wanling was too early and too absolute. Wanling often passed away after leaving heirs in their prime. Most of their minds were not strong yet, and they had There are too many despairs, so there are very few peaceful lives."

"Secondly, I am no longer in charge of fate. I cannot directly take away the fate of mortals on a large scale. I also need a token to entrust their thoughts. Such tokens are often rare or even non-existent."

"Thirdly, these keepsakes need a place to store them, so as to preserve their thoughts and make them immortal. It is best for each keepsake to have an independent space. I will use the thread of fate to connect them together and weave them together. in the same drawing."

"So, how to solve it?"

Hephaestus closed his eyes and meditated, and he told Crotor:

"At the time of Wan Ling's death, I can negotiate with Hades. He has taken your authority and exercised your power, so he must also agree to your request!"

"As for tokens, I have a few people who can drive them. Let them do it. They should be willing to exchange tokens for power."

"As for the storage place..."

"If you are still in charge of your destiny, then I have many gadgets that can help you, but it may be a little difficult now."

"However, there is one place where you should be very satisfied."

Hephaestus floated up with Clotho in his arms, and they stood upright in the void of history, suspended in a blank and chaotic world.

"follow me."

Crotor looked at Hephaestus: "Where are you going?"

Hephaestus did not answer, but responded to her with practical actions.

Clotho fell into that eerie twist again.

The surrounding scenery is grotesque, and the pictures of history are distorted and filled here.

Her will gradually fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw chaos in front of her eyes.

Hephaestus held an illusory streamer beside her, illuminating the front and giving her an infinitely wide field of vision.

She looked forward, her eyes meandering along the river of Styx.

Countless broken worlds are reflected in her eyes, and the ripples in them indicate the unrest in her heart.

Clotho's tone trembled slightly: "Is this... the fallen world you're talking about?"

"I see them like a mortal sees the stars..."

Hephaestus held Clotho's hand, and on the other side held an illusory streamer.

His tone was calm, and he said slowly: "The years are long, and when you stand at a high enough level, these are not surprising."

"They're completely dead and would be perfect containers."

"Moreover, there are still some residual roots or authority in some worlds. If you integrate them into your drawing, it will be the best pattern."

"There are enough worlds here, not just the ones in front of you. Even if a token corresponds to a world, it is enough."

Clotho was shocked, beyond her best expectations, beyond her comprehension.

Even though she shares the power and power of Hephaestus, she has to lament the gap between the two.

"Then how do I move them?" she asked.

Hephaestus smiled, and he squeezed Clotho's hand, making her feel his fiery temperature.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"Speaking of which, why do you have to have a peaceful fate?"

Clotho looked at the chaos and the infinite fallen world in front of her, and she said with emotion: "Because mortals are unwilling to die calmly, most of them are because of the endless desire in their hearts."

"Peace is letting go of desires and reconciling with oneself. Only when mortals reconcile with themselves can they achieve their own consummation."

Hephaestus asked her: "This picture must be a marvelous thing. Does it have a name?"

Cloto looked at him: "Peaceful Mapping!"

(End of this chapter)