Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The God of the West Wind did not know if the Divine King could defeat the Lord of the Spirit Realm, but he was certain that making an enemy of another Primordial Deity just to deepen mortals’ devotion was an utterly foolish act.

"Of course not, Zephyrus, don’t be too rigid. You must understand that we don’t actually want mortals to enjoy eternal bliss in the Divine Kingdom—we just want them to think they can,"

With a smile curling the corners of his mouth, Zeus gently shook his head.

He had no intention of snatching the souls’ destiny; that thing was of little use to him in reality. The faith generated by a mere spiritual body was far inferior to that of the living, and he understood the concerns of the God of the West Wind.

Therefore, Zeus was prepared to further explain his actions, but at that moment, his brows furrowed tightly, and he suddenly turned, looking in the direction of the East.

Just then, he had suddenly felt a warning from his soul.

"Your Majesty?"

"...It’s nothing. Something seems to have happened there. You wait here, don’t move."

"As for the matters of the Divine Kingdom, we’ll continue when I return—"

Boom—

Before Zeus could finish his sentence, a thunderous noise came from the East of the Earth.

The ground split open, rocks flew into the sky, endless dust was lifted high, then drifted in the air, casting a layer of fog over that place.

And at the end of that line of sight, a colossal creature seemed to leap out from the Earth, appearing and disappearing within the fog. Accompanying it was a proclamation that spread throughout the world.

"It looks like I don’t need to go and see."

With a grave expression, Zeus felt a familiar presence in that direction.

"You again... Mother Earth."

"I wondered why you had been so quiet for so long, and I was initially on guard against you. But even you yourself are no match for me, what can the monster you’ve birthed do to me?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a cold laugh, Zeus instantly recognized the identity of the being emerging from beneath the Earth, as Gaia, who had been unaccounted for since their last battle, seemed to be there as well.

Although separated by a vast distance and somewhat unable to see clearly, sensing the presence of the other, Zeus was actually reassured.

The life that had emerged from beneath the ground did not have a very strong sense of Divine Power; it seemed not to be a deity, but rather a being like the Titans of old. But it was not surprising; his grandmother always managed to birth strange and peculiar life forms as if the raw wilderness had never been diminished in her.

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"I’ll go and see what Gaia is up to, and if need be, I’ll take care of it. As for you, Zephyrus."

With a wave of his hand, Zeus said indifferently:

"Just watch from the side."

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

The God of West Wind nodded earnestly.

At times like this, he would not try to demonstrate loyalty by insisting on ’going together.’

The enemies Zeus could beat, he might not be able to beat. Those Zeus couldn’t beat, he was even less likely to defeat. All he needed to do was to extol the Martial Might of the Divine King afterward.

...

Roar—

In an unnamed valley in the East of the Earth, every movement of Typhon stirred up a collapse of a layer of the Earth or mountain ranges.

Before, it had only stuck its head out a bit, but its body remained below the Earth.

"Some life forms similar to that woman."

A hundred pairs of eyes surveyed this strange world; Typhon saw many creatures resembling Gaia, but they were so weak. Without so much as a gesture, simply under its gaze, they exploded into bundles of flesh and blood, then burned to ashes by fire.

Most of these insignificant lives fled in every direction, but some engaged in behavior Typhon found odd. They carried small metal objects, shouting and charging at it—and naturally, they couldn’t last any longer under Typhon’s gaze.

"Strange creatures."

With a shake of its head, when Typhon came to its senses, it suddenly realized that the woman who claimed to be its creator had disappeared. However, it also noticed that something was approaching from the direction of the East.

"Another ’god’?"

They seemed to call themselves that, ’god,’ ’Divine King,’ both the same.

"But it doesn’t matter what..."

Two hundred eyes glanced toward the comer, Typhon struggled powerfully. Accompanied by the shaking of tectonic plates, its body finally crawled out from the strata.

Without rest, nor needing it, Typhon opened its maw wide, biting at the newcomer.

If you want to speak to it, then face its strike first!