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Chapter 2 Rebirth in the Silence

"Brother, I knew you were here as soon as I guessed."

On the deserted path behind him, Aglaia, the Goddess of Radiance, climbed up the steps.

"Still looking at humans?"

"Ah."

"Their numbers are decreasing every year and soon they will disappear."

"I know."

Hephaestus didn't look back, and continued: "But this is not the end of them, but the beginning of a new era."

Aglea: "You always know a lot."

"Guess who I met today?"

"I can not guess it."

"You lied, you knew it."

Aglaia pouted: "You know a lot of things, and you have the ability to predict, but you don't tell me!"

Hephaestus smiled: "How come?"

Aglaia rolled her eyes: "There is still the artifact you built, the Sun Chariot, at home."

"I didn't understand it before, but not long ago, the sun god Hyperion and Atlas rebelled against Zeus and were thrown into the bottomless abyss."

"Now the result is out, their son Helios has been named the new sun god."

"Helios with medium divine power is unable to illuminate the earth for a day, and needs the help of a compatible artifact."

"He will definitely come to you, and he can only come to you."

Indeed, although there are many gods in the world, there are not many people who can forge artifacts as they wish. Except for the three Cyclops brothers, the son of the sky god Uranus, only Hephaestus, the god of fire who is in charge of forging, remains.

The former has strong divine power and is unattainable, while the latter has medium divine power and is famous for being easy to talk to.

No one will look far away.

Hephaestus teased: "Will my silly sister also think independently? Or am I getting old?"

"I have grown up long ago, only you still treat me as a child."

"This is for you, Clotho gave you."

Aglaia flung a garment into Hephaestus' arms.

Hephaestus unfolded slowly. It was a black cloak with a hood. The fabric was soft and luxurious. There were straps on both sides of the hood for fixing.

Aglaia looked at it secretly, and said in an inexplicable tone: "She is really willing to wear a cloak that only great divine power can see through its true form."

"What is your relationship with her?"

"Just friends."

"friend?"

Aglaia muttered: "Then you are really amazing, you can be friends with Clotho, the weaver of fate."

"She is one of the original five gods, the daughter of Nix, the goddess of the night, who was conceived alone."

"Share the power of fate with her two younger sisters."

Hephaestus: "It's just a gimmick, the gods are not at the mercy of fate."

"And..." Hephaestus said faintly: "Can such a terrifying authority as fate really be controlled by a god of medium divine power?"

Aglaia rolled her eyes again: "That's why the three sisters are in charge together."

"The eldest, Clotho, weaves fate, the second, Lachesis, distributes it, and the third, Attropes, cuts it."

"Since they have succeeded, it is reasonable, isn't it?"

Hephaestus: "Maybe."

Aglaia: "All day is maybe, maybe, I don't know, nothing but bullshit or bullshit."

"Is it you, or are you people with prophecy abilities like this?"

Hephaestus thought for a while, and replied cautiously: "I don't know?"

"Brother, you are getting more and more boring."

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Saying that, Aglaia walked down the steps.

"Where are you going?" Hephaestus asked.

"Go to the world and try to take charge of music-related authority."

"I don't want to be preempted by others, let me be his subordinate god."

"As long as that person plays the piano, I will dance with him. It will be disgusting."

"By the way, I almost forgot the business." Aglaia asked after speaking.

"The new sun god Helios has sent a servant, with the approval of the god king Zeus."

"Order brother to build him an artifact related to the sun."

"Do you need me to bring him the sun chariot?"

Hephaestus frowned: "Why didn't he come by himself? Artifacts can't be used just by getting them."

Aglaia raised the ends of her hair and replied casually: "The father was thrown into the bottomless abyss, and the son was not only unscathed, but also favored by the new god-king. How could he be a simple character?"

Hephaestus smiled: "Please, Aglaia."

"Cut! You can only trouble me, my elder brother."

Aglaia is gone.

The highest point of the small island of Lemnos fell silent.

Hephaestus put on the black cloak given to him by his friend, fastened the hood, and disappeared in no time.

Standing there was a handsome young man.

Hephaestus carefully understood the magical function of this artifact woven with the thread of fate.

lean less.

"It's useless, a fake is a fake."

As the elder sister of the three sisters of the Goddess of Destiny, Cloto, the Weaver of Fate, appears as an old woman.

She also has a young and beautiful side, and she is still an intellectual beauty, but in the backlash of fate and authority, she took the initiative to conceal it and bear all the backlash.

As a last resort, most of the time, she can only be shown as an old woman.

Hephaestus was able to make friends with her, not only because of Clotho's gentle personality, but also because of his appearance.

So as soon as he got the cloak, Hephaestus understood what Clotho wanted.

It can only be said that he has a heart.

"Let me be real!"

Hephaestus took off his hood, no longer suppressing the call of his own authority.

For an instant.

All the burning flames in the world dance slightly to worship Hephaestus at the highest point of Lemnos.

Hephaestus stretched his arms and slowly floated into the air, his calm face covered in flames.

He already has the essence of a powerful god-level god, only one name is missing, everything is ready, it's time.

On the top of his head and on his shoulders, a cluster of flames rose up respectively.

Hephaestus began to take an oath, and in the form of an oath, engraved the rules at the bottom of the flame, and also achieved himself.

"I, Hephaestus, am reborn from Nirvana today, the first of its kind in this world."

"From now on, everyone in the world can bathe in the fire, so as to burn away the mortal world and become the cornerstone of the gods."

After finishing speaking, the skin on Hephaestus' body was cracked.

From the body, Hephaestus, who had recast the body of God, jumped out.

The ugly face disappeared, replaced by a refined and good-looking middle-aged man.

Feel the mystery of the powerful gods, and look at the faces of newborns.

"Almost mean."

Hephaestus looked at the cloak presented by his friend Clotho, as if it had been covered with a layer of skin and turned back to its original ugly appearance.

"Haha, now it's worthy of the name."

The quaint and heavy history book appeared in his hand, and when he turned the yellowed pages, the latest illustration was a scene of Hephaestus himself being promoted to a powerful divine power and washing away all the lead.

He looked at the land, where the humans of the Silver Age were still working hard.

They have no methods and tools, and no gods to protect them, so they are doing useless work most of the time.

A black mist invisible to mortals wrapped around them. It was the extension of the power of Hades, the elder brother of the god king Zeus and the ruler of the underworld.

They are being targeted!

In the middle of the sea, Poseidon, the second brother of Zeus, the king of gods, is not idle either. He is chasing a goddess.

The goddess doesn't seem to like him very much and has been avoiding him.

Poseidon persevered, from the deep sea to the shallow sea, from the sea surface to the coast, passing by countless residences of sea gods.

Hephaestus turned his attention to the sky again. The sun chariot, an artifact he forged, was already in use, and a radiant god drove it across the sky.

Although it is a divine tool, the way it is used is very primitive. This radiant deity uses four golden flame horses to pull the sun chariot forward.

Hephaestus shook his head and sighed: "You won't be able to use the sun chariot, it's a waste of my hard work."

"But it's okay, what happens in the future has nothing to do with me."

Hephaestus opened a new chapter of the history book and began to record the development of history.

After the battle for the throne between God King Zeus and his father Cronus, order has finally returned to the right track.

The sun rises as usual, and the gods have their own household affairs.

Apart from……

The golden age, the most beautiful and happy age for mankind, has been destroyed, leaving the newly born human beings in the silver age to linger on the earth.

Hephaestus sat on the ground and murmured, "Gods are eternal, but power is not eternal."

"Just let it all begin."

"I'm ready."

(End of this chapter)