Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 297 One Day Fruit
Under the scorching sun at noon, the Corician Mountains were as peaceful as ever.

Maybe it's because the most terrifying demon in the world once came here and left some kind of aura here that is difficult for ordinary people to detect. In short, not only mortal creatures are afraid to avoid the vicinity, but even monsters are unwilling to approach this mountain range.

Standing halfway up the mountain, Zeferos quietly waited for the God King to walk out of the cave.

The previous sound of bone friction that seemed to penetrate deeply into the soul has disappeared, and the surrounding area has also become quiet. In Aeolus's mind, Zeus should have gotten rid of the shackles of Typhon's power. Just waiting and waiting, Zeferos did not wait until Zeus came out of the cave.

It was as if the movement just now was just an illusion, which made the God of the West Wind a little confused for a moment, but he was not very willing to go in to check.

If the God King did not encounter any accidents, then he might have his own things to do when he stayed inside. It would not be a good thing to disturb him at this time. And if the God King encounters an accident... then there is a high probability that Typhon has left behind some other secret hand.

Although no matter how you look at it, the arrogant monster doesn't look like he will arrange a backup plan, but anything is possible. In this case, Cheferos did not want to cause trouble.

So the God of the West Wind did not act rashly, but just waited outside.

Time passed slowly minute by minute. While waiting, with the help of the ubiquitous wind, Cheferos seemed to hear some strange noise. But it seemed to be isolated by some force, and it just had a vague feeling.

However, Fengshen did not put extra energy into this, and he quickly ignored it. After all, although it is still safe here, no one can be sure that Typhon will not come back here on a whim. Under the mental stress, some strange things were temporarily put behind his mind as a matter of course.

The blond god stood in a corner of the cave, with a rock pillar beside him. The ground seemed to have been shaved off three layers by something, making it look flat and smooth.

Perhaps due to the special fate, the birth process of the goddess of destiny is also very unique. Not long ago, Zeus watched with his own eyes how they came into the world and how they expanded from a cocoon the size of a baby to the height of a person.

The God King will find a way... Thinking of this, Fengshen couldn't help but sigh about his luck again.

His eyes suddenly condensed, and Zeus couldn't help but look forward.

Click...

After all, the human prince had slept peacefully under the power of Zeus, and the God of the West Wind had never come in. Let all this be buried in history. After today, the world will only remember that at the critical moment, the god-king who was favored by the world drew strength from his destiny, and three people were born from his bones and blood extracted by Typhon. goddess.

Thinking silently, although Zeferos's power is still a little weak now, he believes that this is not a problem.

Of course, this does not mean that they are omniscient in a certain sense, because they are just the wielders of fate. If they dare to reveal what they know to people who should not know, then they themselves will also suffer fate. The backlash.

In the center of the cave, where he was before, there were three light cocoons floating in the air. But now they are slowly shattering, and bits and pieces of light shells are falling from them.

After coming back to his senses, Zeferos regarded this familiar premonition as some kind of primitive god-level terrifying threat.

Time keeps moving forward.

Although he has always encountered troubles of one kind or another over the years, and has always been assigned to do dangerous things, but for some reason, his results have been very good every time.

He attributed it to good luck. After all, luck is a real thing in the mythical world. Now is another ordeal, and the God of the West Wind believes that the result this time will be no exception.

They don't seem to need time to grow like other gods. In other words, for the goddess of fate, the existence of fate is the nourishment for their growth.

The girl-like one is Clotho, and her artifact is a spindle. She can use the spindle to spin the threads of destiny, each of which is a life; the middle-aged woman is Lachesis, whose The artifact is a long staff with a scale. She uses the long staff to measure the length of life and determine the length of silk thread; and the old woman with gray hair and chicken skin is named Atropos, and what she owns is a pair of scissors. She can use scissors to cut the thread of fate and end the existence of life.

"Ok?"

The God King admitted that, like many gods of Olympus, he did prefer many 'beautiful' things, and it was not even that he could not appreciate weak male beauty, but in any case, as a standard male god of Chaos, Zeus has always been the one who tends to take the initiative.

Thinking of this, the God King couldn't help but swear secretly in his heart. He would never allow another thinking being to know what happened today...but fortunately, no one could notice it here.

And beside each of them, there is a natural artifact.

Click...

I don’t know how much time passed, but at a certain moment, just when Cheferos couldn’t help but want to ask a question, he suddenly felt that something had changed in the cave behind him.

"But there are exceptions."

They were born from fate, and naturally they are familiar with fate... So apart from the things that are isolated and hidden by great powers, there are few things in this world that they don't know from the past to the present.

There was no expression on the God King's face, and he just subconsciously pressed his right hand on his stomach. Although everything was over, waves of non-existent phantom pain continued to surge into Zeus's heart.

And just by looking at each other, Zeus understood that they were probably not just ignorant new gods.

Just like Ouranos to the Three Furies and the Goddess of Beauty, it is not impossible for gods to be born from the blood of the God King.

Neither he nor the later Apollos had ever been interested in passivity, but today's scene undoubtedly challenged his cognition. For the peace of the world, for the stability of this world, and for the smooth birth of the goddess of destiny, he actually made such a sacrifice and did such a thing with the dignity of a god king.

"I thought he was just talking casually... That's right. God kings are indeed capable of a few tricks. Before the turn of the era, who would have thought that Cronus could be so powerful?"

"Well, but these have nothing to do with me. When this disaster is over, I can probably become the new main god of Olympus."

The fragments fell and disappeared. When the light cocoon slowly dissipated, three goddesses with different appearances immediately appeared in front of Zeus.

At this moment, the God of West Wind shuddered for some reason. For a moment, he seemed to have returned many years ago, when he was still a subordinate of Cronus, the second-generation God King... He was ordered to go to the underworld to monitor the movements of the Mother of Night and the Lord of the Spirit World, and then successfully completed his mission.

The three goddesses of destiny, at such a time point, they finally came to the world. Just like the Titan gods in the past, they were born as adults and possessed considerable wisdom and judgment.

click!
Like a domino being toppled, the first cracking sound was followed by crisp sounds one after another.

One of them is a young girl, one is middle-aged, and one is old. The eldest among them not only does not look like the daughter of the God King, but more like his grandmother than Gaia.

"What a lucky omen... It seems that His Majesty the God King is preparing some big killer weapon to deal with Typhon?"

Under the gaze of Zeus, at a certain moment, as if a critical point had been reached, the fragments of the light cocoon peeled off like snowflakes.

Undoubtedly, this must be a means prepared for Typhon. It seems that as the God King said before, he really has a way to deal with that monster.

click -

But last time, it was he who faced this threat, but this time this terrible thing appeared in the hands of Zeus.

click-

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In the cave of the Corician Mountains, Zeus had changed back to his original appearance at some point.

"I am the King of the Gods, and I am your indispensable guide when you come to this world... You should obey my orders, right?"

His expression was calm, as if he had forgotten the previous unhappiness, and the vast power was aroused in Zeus.

However, opposite him, even the youngest Clotho did not show the slightest fear towards the God King. They looked at Zeus like a stone or a plant, not the powerful King of the Gods or their legal parent god.

"You gave birth to us under the guidance of fate, but fate has given you enough preference before. So as far as fate itself is concerned, he doesn't owe you anything."

White hair fell down on his shoulders, and the same difficult voice came from under the withered face. This one-minute old woman seemed like a truly experienced elder imparting her knowledge to the young.

"But we are indeed different, God King, we came to the world because of you, so our destiny is indebted to you, and we can do something to help you. But this is only this time, and we cannot help you with the backlash brought by fate. You block it.”

"Backlash?"

Zeus frowned and received such a response from the goddess of fate. In fact, Zeus was not surprised. He had no delusions about asking them to obey his words. But what he didn't expect was that he would have to face the backlash of fate - and he had never been exposed to such a thing before.

"Yes, backlash...it's just the backlash of fate. Sometimes it's not a good thing, but sometimes it's not."

Atropos smiled lowly and did not explain any more. She just stretched out her hand and drew a few traces of silk threads in the void in front of her.

For a moment, Zeus seemed to see a lot, but none of them could stay in his mind. He only remembered one, and the aura on that one was Typhon.

"You may have a lot of things you want as a divine king, such as how to become an eternal monarch, or how to make the original gods bow to you, but I can't do any of these."

"I am just the hand of fate, not fate itself. All I can do is give you a choice."

"...What choice?"

With a somewhat gloomy expression, Zeus looked at the goddess who exuded a 'riddle' aura.

The other person seemed to have seen through a lot of things, but didn't want to tell him anything. This feeling makes the God King very uncomfortable, but his biggest problem now is indeed Typhon.

Destiny... is indeed mysterious. But after he completely completes his ritual, he still has plenty of time to delve into His mysteries. Just let it go for a while and let him hear what Fate can do to help him defeat Typhon.

"Destinies are equal. If you want to get something, you have to pay something."

"If you want to defeat Typhon, you need to put an equal amount of chips on it; if you want to kill it, the same goes for it."

Pointing his withered fingers on the only thread, Atropos turned it into a seed and handed it to Zeus.

"Give it what you can give...and it will have its intended effect. Typhon can't do anything to you, so you have to give it a chance to do nothing to you."

"Take your divine power, your destiny, and the power of your god-king, and give it the ability to take everything from you. If you are defeated by it, it will take everything away from you - and you will fall into eternal sleep. , and Typhon will take your fate.”

"If I can defeat it," Zeus said coldly with an indifferent voice, "then what use do I need this seed for."

"If not, what's the difference between this and giving a gift to Typhon?"

"The difference is that if you put pressure on your own power, it must also put pressure on its own strength - as long as you are both willing."

"It will gain the ability to completely solve you, but if it fails to solve you within the stipulated time, the situation will be completely reversed. This agreement witnessed by fate will extract its power and then add it to you, Let the strength and weakness between you change. At that time, you will have the power to defeat it."

He smiled, the wrinkles on his face crowded together, like the evil witch in the fairy tales of later generations.

Atropos raised his pale eyes and finally warned the God King:
"But I have to remind you, God King."

"A wise man who can spy on destiny will not spy on his own destiny, because that will only put himself under fate and then let it be at its mercy. The punishment of fate will only be postponed, and it will never disappear."

"It's up to you to decide what kind of fruit you want to plant, as long as you can afford the price - and I am only responsible for delivering it to Typhon's hands."

"Of course, I understand."

Nodding, Zeus reached out and took the seed.

He looked at this strange object formed by the thread of fate between him and Typhon, but he couldn't see anything special about it. It seems so ordinary that only something special can cause it to react.

After looking at it for a long time, Zeus gave up his plan to study it. He was about to inject his own 'price' into it according to the method Atropos said, but then he seemed to think of something, and Zeus couldn't help but stop his actions.

"I remember... you were talking about 'the power to defeat it' rather than 'the power to kill it', and Typhon does not seem to be immortal, it just has extremely high immortality - so, could I just Can’t you kill it?”

The cave became quiet for a while, and the God King and the Goddess of Destiny looked at each other. After a long time, Atropos looked away.

"... Of course, God King, if you want to break this powerful immortality, you have to press your own 'death'."

"Do the gods die?"

"No, so theoretically, 'death' is not a bargaining chip that you can use, because you can give up your divine power and your throne, but even if you want to, you can't give up your life..."

"But I feel," God King interrupted lightly: "I can suppress my own death - and even if I try and fail, I will never die, because this is something the world cannot tolerate. matter."

"..."

"If that's the case, then that's what I'll do."

"Anyway, this price only holds true when I plan to kill Typhon, right? If I don't kill it, then this is an agreement that does not exist."

In the cave, when Atropos stopped talking, Zeus smiled and then planted the seeds on the ground.

So the next moment, the seed that absorbed the "price" of the God King fell to the ground and took root, and then quickly grew into a tree. There was only one fruit on the top of it, and then as the old arms picked it off, the whole tree turned into dust.

"...As you can see, God King. I will send it to Typhon, but it is up to him to decide whether to eat it or not."

Putting the fruit into his sleeve, Atropos turned around. She glanced at Zeus, who was still staring at where the trees dispersed, and then walked out of the cave.

"After that, our sisters will find a place to live by ourselves and will not disturb Olympus... But I advise you again, His Majesty the God King."

"The price you think you can avoid will have to be paid one day... and those who try to play with fate will also be played by fate. This is an irreversible truth, even the God King will not be an exception."

The sound of a night owl faded away, Atropos and her sister left, and with the departure of Fate, the cave became quiet again.

It seemed that he did not pay attention to the other party's warning for a while. It was not until a while after the three goddesses disappeared that Zeus finally seemed to come back to his senses and tidied his clothes.

He looked at the small pit where the fruit trees grew, the place where destiny bore fruit, and then showed an expression that he didn't know what to look like. He strode out of the cave, and in the next moment, the cave that had witnessed everything today was reduced to ruins amidst the whispers of the God King.

"Haha, fate can't be played with... of course I know that."

"But I am the God-King... Atropos, and God-Kings, haven't they always been played by fate?"

The three generations of god kings were all like this.

Since he is destined to be in debt, for Zeus, why not come with more debt.

(End of this chapter)