Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 871 - 348: Three Equal Parts

Over the past few months, many things had happened in the world.

On the continent, soldiers from all countries fought fiercely on the battlefield, and once the Goddess descended from Mount Nysa, she could no longer return.

Inside the Golden Palace of Olympus, the feast celebrating the All Gods had just ended.

Despite the disastrous defeat of mortals having reached the ears of the All Gods, they were confident as they were about to receive a fresh force.

Above the East Sea, Heracles had finally brought Prometheus out.

He had recovered his alchemy ship and was preparing to return to the continent.

Besides, in many other corners, countless schemes were secretly underway.

Even though no one yet felt that the Divine King in his glory would fall, nor did anyone think that another epoch was nearing its end.

But for some beings, that didn't matter at all.

After all, the weak waited for the tide of events, but the strong, they were the source of everything.

However, during such a time, close ministers to the Divine King, the organizer of the trials of Heracles, the God of West Wind, had accomplished nothing.

Even finding himself in an unfamiliar building, Zephyrus felt his recent experiences had been truly dreadful.

"Ah, damn it."

"What a wretched city, enough is enough!"

"You group of inherently evil people of Silver Moon City, I must admit, you've angered me yet again."

"One last time, I am giving you one last chance."

"If you don't seize it, then I'm going all out!"

In a secluded room, the God of West Wind spoke vehemently.

However, perhaps considering his location, Zephyrus still tried to keep his voice down.

After all, though he was sure there were no living beings around or anyone eavesdropping, the God of West Wind still wanted to be cautious.

After all, as a deity unparalleled in stealth and disguise, Zephyrus wouldn't want to flip his lid in a ditch.

"Hmm..."

"But strictly speaking, from a bird's perspective, the service in Silver Moon City was still quite good."

"The food they called 'bird feed' alone was hundreds of varieties, many of which were even tastier than what the Nymphs prepared for the All Gods."

"But then again, what does 'feed' mean? Is it a newly coined term? It seems understandable if viewed that way."

"After all, whether on Mount of the Gods or in the Mortal Realm, I've never seen food specifically made for anyone other than Divine Persons."

Pecking at the colorful beans in the plate, Zephyrus felt a bit regretful.

No matter what, this was food meant for birds.

This resulted in an admittedly tasty experience, but it left the God of West Wind somewhat uneasy.

After a while, having finished the snacks on the plate, Zephyrus once again despised the extravagance of Silver Moon City, then flapped his wings and pressed a button in the room.

Soon, with a 'beep' sound, the table split open.

Quickly, a tray floated up from inside, on which lay three items.

A book, a syringe made of transparent crystal, and a small note.

The note had some writing on it, but it was not yet visible.

But Zephyrus knew why because he hadn't completed his daily tasks yet.

"Heh, foolish mortals."

Staring at the tray before him for a while, the God of West Wind sneered inwardly.

He picked up the syringe with his talons, then decisively jabbed himself.

Soon, fresh red blood flowed out.

Zephyrus inspected it briefly, once again confirming that, just as before, the blood showed no visible presence of power.

"Hmph."

Throwing the blood-filled syringe onto the table, the God of West Wind despised Silver Moon City's so-called witchcraft once again.

Zephyrus had come here after failing an earlier test.

According to the regulations, these mortals were supposed to perform a physical test on him.

And to enter the city quickly, and also wary of the power of the Mystery Lock, the God of West Wind naturally wouldn't resist such tests without revealing his identity.

Initially, everything went smoothly.

However, at the "blood test" juncture, the God of West Wind was stopped.

To prevent his deity identity from being discovered, Zephyrus tried to present his blood in the most ordinary form possible.

But this behavior led to another problem, as per the rigid machine, as a bird, the God of West Wind's physical strength and the energy contained in his blood were extraordinarily mismatched.

What could Zephyrus do?

He knew nothing about energy and strength, after all, deities could exist wholly detached from the physical form, and nobody cared about such trivial matters.

But since the test displayed an error, he could not be approved.

Ultimately, round and round it went, leading to the situation of today.

The God of West Wind was led into this room, and the rigid machine gave him two choices.

One was to wait for the verification results of his blood. As long as he completed all tests and was proven harmless, he would be allowed into the city.

However, this process could be quick or slow, possibly taking days, months, seasons, or even years... there was no specific timeline.

The other was to retake the written test and continue the exam until he passed.

"Considering case number 001, this inspector recommends option two."

"We will provide study materials, relevant knowledge, and excellent living conditions to help Your Excellency quickly complete the basic learning."

"Knowledge, is the ladder to the ascension of all things."

"The Inspector sincerely hopes Mr. 001 will soon escape his culturally inadequate situation, becoming a knowledgeable, cultured, and courteous entity of the new era, rather than spending his entire life in ignorance and obliviousness like some barbarians in other parts of the continent."

That day, this was exactly what the metal sphere said to him.

Hearing these words, Zephyrus immediately flew into a rage.

Then, consumed by extreme anger, the God of West Wind was infuriated the entire day, yet ultimately, he did nothing.

Well, after all, he wasn't a human; thus, the ignorance and foolishness certainly couldn't apply to him.

Moreover, Zephyrus wasn't a deity who easily lost his temper. He hadn't done anything impulsive due to his emotions since the second epoch began.

So from that day forward, the God of West Wind embarked on a journey of learning and exams.

Aside from their daily routine of drawing his blood, he spent most of his time reading, answering sheets, and enjoying life.

"Phew—"

"Stupid humans, they still haven't noticed anything odd about my blood."

"But then again, how could a mortal possibly comprehend the blood of a deity? Otherwise, why would I so willingly give it away?"

"It's this exam… damn it."

"I wonder if it's just my imagination, or do these seem to be getting harder?"

Furrowing his brows and reflecting for a moment, Zephyrus decided not to ponder deeply.

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Although he wouldn't admit it verbally, as a deity who actually enjoyed using his mind, the God of West Wind was not foolish.

Over these past days, as he read through Silver Moon City's so-called basic knowledge, he increasingly felt that the principles contained within were anything but ordinary.

Topics that tested his intellect, numerical computations and changes, various graphical mappings, and the spread of foundational witchcraft knowledge… leaving other things aside, having learned all this, Zephyrus felt that in just those few short months, his power in the mortal realm might have risen by more than one level.

In the past, although deities could freely use their divine arts in the mortal realm, most of the Gods of Olympus didn't really care for those intricate gimmicks. They were mostly keen on special divine arts created through their own authority; they then relied on their own domains and divine bodies for battles.

As for the divine art structures modeled on witchcraft… before, there was the Goddess of Wisdom who invented them, and after that, the ingenious believers among mortals enhanced and celebrated them.

As for him, as long as he could produce enough sacred power, there was no need for research.

Now, however, faced with the divine arts that were much simpler than witchcraft, yet still somewhat complex, the God of West Wind felt they were coming naturally to him.

Because of this, considering the beacon showed that Heracles was still in Silver Moon City and hadn't left, Zephyrus wasn't too anxious.

"But lack of urgency aside, seeing that score still upsets me."

"And such matters are better handled sooner rather than later. I want to understand these things; I'll have plenty of time to invest later."

"It's so hard to understand... it's always just a little bit short— could it be the tests are getting harder, or am I just improving too slowly?"

"It shouldn't be like this... however I think of it, I should have passed by now."

Grinding his teeth, the God of West Wind felt he had indeed gained a lot, so why couldn't it reflect in his scores?

However, his recent studies made him subconsciously believe that Silver Moon City ought to be a place of reason, so thinking this, Zephyrus merely threw the syringe back onto the tray.

With a hint of nervousness, he opened the note, which previously he couldn't read.

This was his score report from the last test, a test totaling eighteen hundred points where only a thousand were needed to pass.

Regarding yesterday's test, the God of West Wind still had some confidence; this time it felt secure… but the next moment, when he saw the clear script on the note, his bird-face darkened as if it were the bottom of a pot.

Though he'd improved a little from last time, he was still slightly short of success.

"997! Damn it!"

"First it was six hundred, then eight hundred, then nine hundred."

"Then it was 910, 920, 930… 990. I was so close, yet the increment dropped!"

"991, 992, up to 997. Just this last little bit—why does it have to be like this?!!"

He felt like tearing the note apart; getting closer and closer to the finish line only to always fall just short was too tormenting.

Even the thought of giving up felt too hard to bear.

Taking several deep breaths, the God of West Wind felt something was off.

Even though he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was wrong, he could only console himself.

Just a little more, when I get to 999, surely there won't be a 999.1, right?

Hmm, there should be.

If there is, then I'll…

"…damn it."

After waiting a moment, unable to think up what exactly he would do when the time came, Zephyrus's bird claw immediately grabbed the last item on the tray.

This was today's reference material; it contained information targeting his incorrect answers and was very specific.

For instance, the first small knowledge segment was about how to trisect any arbitrary angle using just a ruler and pen.

"Tsk."

Shaking his head slightly, Zephyrus glanced at a device blinking red next to him.

He didn't know what it was, but like the other items, he didn't sense any life from it.

It wasn't alive, and since it hadn't moved under his watch, the God of West Wind didn't mind it.

He opened the book, ready to see what strange method these humans had come up with to divide the angle, and if this thing had any practical use.

"It better be useful, or else the person who posed this question is too stupid."

Muttering to himself, he flipped through the book.

"…It better be useful"

"…or else the person who posed this question is too stupid."

At the same time, in the core of the Tower.

As the God of West Wind turned the page, the same voice echoed here, its tone unchanged.