Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"At least I have never seen any record of the Divine King being torn apart and hung on Olympus by Typhon."

A faint smile played upon Athena's lips, almost conveying a hint of happiness. She caressed the sleeve of her right hand, silently praising her own handiwork.

Even during the crisis of the gods' escape, she was not the slightest bit flustered; she had even found time to change her attire, which naturally had its reasons. The former was obviously due to being well-prepared, while the latter was simply because the so-called 'armor' of the era was somewhat peculiar, looking quite at odds with a goddess's aesthetic.

In terms of daily attire, there was the black dress born with Nyx, and the various knowledge spread throughout the Spirit Realm by Laine, meaning their design had actually become more 'modernized'. But by comparison, the rest still conformed to the traditional culture of Ancient Greece.

Under such circumstances, the armor of Ancient Greece... let's just say those in the know would understand. Extending this thought, if the Athena of the original trajectory had actually spent her days dressed like that, it wouldn't be hard to comprehend why the craftsman god Hephaestus suddenly became beastly.

Of course, in this trajectory, he probably wouldn't have the chance.

"Hmm, this Typhon... is a bit strong, I can't defeat it."

Looking in the direction of Mount of the Gods, Athena had to admit that her strength was far inferior to it. Even if her power had surged in the Fantasy World, she was still not its match.

So confronting it was not a wise move. She needed to think about her next steps—anyway, it wasn't going to be saving the Divine King. Zeus did not need her rescue.

Athena was actually curious to see how Zeus, without that god Hermes this time, would manage to escape and then counterattack Typhon. After all, as a demon from beyond, Typhon could not wreak havoc in the mortal world forever. All she had to do was avoid it for now and wait it out.

"The Underworld is out of the question; I don't know why, but it gives me a very dangerous feeling... The starry sky could be an alternative. The vast expanse of the cosmos is even broader than the earth, hiding there, no one would find me, but it's only for avoidance."

Tilting her head slightly, the black-haired girl looked towards The East. It was the direction of the sea, and where her maternal grandfather resided.

Usually, for various reasons, it was not easy for her to contact the God of the Ocean and his consort, and Oceanus probably didn't care much for familial affection. But now that Zeus was in trouble, he probably wouldn't notice her movements, and even without familial love, Athena still had leverage.

"Then... eh?"

Making her decision, Athena was ready to head to the East Sea as soon as Typhon left. But in the next moment, she took a step back, her expression turning alert.

For some reason, in that instant, Athena felt like she was mistakenly wandering into the Fantasy World while exploring memories, and this time, the feeling was unprecedentedly strong.

She wanted to do something, but in reality, she didn't manage to do anything. Space-time seemed to freeze at that moment, and her thoughts stopped flowing.

Whoosh—

Without resistance, without struggle, soundlessly, Athena's form was erased inch by inch. Under a supreme power, her place of existence was instantly switched.

At that moment, a path that both existed and did not exist emerged between Chaos and Hemenu World. The world's might carved 'existence' from 'non-existence', and Athena, along with other deities, appeared on the path, then propelled by the mighty force, they 'moved' forward.

In that instant, all deities lost consciousness, their thoughts frozen in the previous moment. Apart from Athena, who had a similar experience, no one sensed the slightest omen. And behind them, two figures also began to move, following the 'path' anchored by the world's power, chasing after the gods ahead.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye; time held no meaning for such a power. According to the script written by Destiny, the gods were supposed to find themselves in another world after a moment of oblivion, a world different from Chaos's, yet one already eroded by His power. They were meant to consume and assimilate the native gods there, aiding Chaos in finishing this world-level consumption.

That's how it should have been, had not everything started so many years ahead of schedule. However, there are no 'ifs' in reality, and in the moment when the gods' positions approached the bounds of Hemenu World, everything froze suddenly.

Crack—!

A sound, as if originating from the root of all things, thundered, reverberating through the empty void. It seemed like the world itself collided, but it wasn't between two different worlds; it was Chaos colliding with Himself.

Destiny's trajectory was in motion, yet also tearing apart. The flow of time became muddled and even started affecting the stability of the present world of Chaos. Simultaneously, the force that shrouded the gods began to show cracks, allowing for a slight contact between inside and outside.

"..."

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Surrounded by grogginess and darkness, Athena, floating between sleep and wakefulness, faintly heard a pleasant female voice ask.

"Aren't you a 'Destined' deity?"

"Obviously, Destiny and the Order of Chaos have collided unavoidably."

Another familiar male voice rang out, and Athena struggled to open her eyes. But after several attempts, she ultimately did not succeed.