The edge of the underworld is also the edge of the material world.

Everything that could be sensed by all living things vanished in the blink of an eye. With a mentality that was half 'threatening' and half curious, Kroto cautiously took a small step forward.

In theory, this behavior should be prohibited.

Just as the power of the God-King weakens as it moves away from the world itself, the law uses this method to silently remind these special beings not to run to places where they are beyond their reach.

Therefore, the Goddess of Fate has prepared for failure. After all, in a sense, she, who is unchangeable, will be subject to greater restrictions than the God King who has changed his form many times.

But until she took a few steps, it was like she was walking normally on the ground.

Not only did the expected feedback not come, but she herself even felt a lot more relaxed.

The pressure of fate has become smaller, or rather, a layer has been created between them.

Turning around in surprise, Kloto looked at the intertwined darkness and night behind him.

Although there was no evidence, her intuition told her that being able to walk out of the world so easily must be related to one of these two things.

After all, in Chaos, even the concealment of the time realm cannot conceal the influence of the power of destiny, with the exception of the primordial gods.

This is not due to any disparity in power, but rather comes from some unique authority that may or may not exist.

Just as the special features of the Abyss and Mother Earth had been evident for tens of millions of years, Nyx's three phases were also unique.

Even Clotho didn't know much about these things.

"what?"

"Why is that... So am I free now?"

Klotho asked quietly, somewhat surprised.

"You can say that, but it's only temporary. It can only get you a little further at best."

"Of course, there is a limit to how far the distance can be."

"If you really try to leave the area covered by Chaos's 'existence', you will fail in the end."

"Unless... you complete this journey with me, perhaps we can completely solve the root of the problem."

tread--

He took the same step forward, and although there was clearly no manifestation of any extraordinary power, Ryan still stood firmly in the void.

At the same time, a feeling of weakness surged out of his body, which was the holy power from the incarnation of evil thoughts disappearing.

Even more than that, perhaps it is because that mysterious connection itself possesses a kind of overbearing exclusivity.

At this moment, Ryan could clearly feel that all the power around him that could be linked to "supernormal" was fading away, and only the power that was close to "wishes coming true" began to rise steadily.

At this speed, if he chooses to continue moving forward, he may become no different from a real mortal before reaching his real destination. He will get tired, thirsty, and injured.

Because no matter how magical this power that comes from the divine connection is, it cannot change the core essence.

That is, it cannot work on Ryan himself unless he reunites with his other half.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, it was the first time he experienced such a feeling.

When the sacred and the mundane intersected between the body and soul, a flash of enlightenment came into Ryan's mind.

That's right... since his cutting wasn't perfect, maybe this was how it should be.

Smiling and looking back at the border behind him, Ryan strode forward.

"Come on, follow me to the front."

"Where is ahead?"

"Of course it's a place to solve problems...your problems, my problems, they're all the same."

Looking up, at the edge of Chaos' power, near the interface fragments where the incarnations of Hermes and Zeus were originally located.

Although not much time has passed, it is still extremely far away from here.

But when Ryan looked, with his extremely special magical power, he could still see the scene there.

Not one interface fragment, but a group of large and small ones.

They intersect and are vaguely connected to each other.

The dim and dark light and shadow shrouded the exterior, seeming to foreshadow the endless disasters within.

Even before he went in, Ryan could guess it.

I'm afraid the survivors living there will never have an easy time, and the earlier they arrive within the range of Chaos, the worse their situation will probably be.

After all, the larger the debris, the longer it will take to drag it away.

But on the other hand, as a more mainstream part of the interface, the environment inside them will certainly be more stable and more suitable for survival.

……

I don’t know how much time has passed, and there is no concept of time in the void.

The ancient and mottled city walls collapsed into ruins, dotted with traces of hurricanes and thunder.

One of the most famous cities of the 19th Dynasty of Upper and Lower Egypt, Thebes once housed a large population.

With the falling of the sun and the moon, the original timekeeping tools have lost their meaning, just as the original laws have long been facing the dilemma of collapse.

Even the most famous scholars in the past could only use a bunch of complicated formulas to try to deduce the trajectory of time, and while lamenting, they calculated that more than 30 years had passed since the natural disaster.

However, such calculations probably could not last too long, because as they themselves lamented, under the inspiration of the gods, the knowledge accumulated by the Egyptians for thousands and tens of thousands of years might no longer be passed on.

In such an era, barely maintaining the most basic order is already an extremely great achievement.

However, knowledge and education are nouns that can only exist when there is an abundance of material things.

Therefore, almost everyone knew that without the fertile land and stable climate under the protection of the gods, even if the bloodline of the Egyptians could continue, their civilization would not last that long.

Perhaps many years later, future generations will discover their writings and books in the ruins, and marvel at the wisdom the ancients once possessed... So in this environment, strict rules and iron-bloodedness emerged.

Limited resources should be used on the most valuable people. This is the only way to survive when resources are scarce.

In the classical era, where physical strength and body were the most important means of production, age itself was the greatest value...

"…The time has come. It's time for you to leave."

Hundreds of miles outside the city of Thebes, outside a village that was still barely functioning.

Several young men with yellow faces and some black and red spots on them threatened the skinny old man in front of them in a stern voice.

On the opponent's body, the black and red blood spots were more obvious, like wriggling wounds scattered everywhere.

"Don't force us to do it. You should know that there is nothing we can do about it."

"You are already old and can't do any heavy work. The symptoms of blood stasis are becoming more and more obvious..."

"It's meaningless for you to stay. We won't distribute food to you anymore. Rather than dying in the village and polluting this pure land, you might as well go out and fight. Maybe you can find a glimmer of hope."

The words were cold, but there was no recourse to force.

Several young men tried to make the old man see the reality, but the only responses they received were pleas and hopeless threats.

No matter how open-minded and positive you are in normal times, when the time comes, no one wants to die.

So the old man held a sharp dagger in his hand, put it on his neck, and threatened the young people in a timid manner.

"Don't come over here! If you come any closer to me, I'll die in this village!"

"Don't even think about letting me starve to death outside and feed the corpse-eating beasts!"

"I have lived here for decades. I have fought for Pharaoh on the battlefield. I have seen the sun during the day and the stars at night! I will never die here. Don't even think about it--!"

"--Well!"

The old man was very emotional and pressed forward step by step.

However, what he did not notice was that a young man came up behind him when he was not paying attention, snatched his dagger and grabbed his throat.

Perhaps when he was young, the old man was indeed a warrior with extraordinary martial arts skills.

But now, after years of baptism, he is just an old man with exhausted strength.

Without his only weapon, it was even more impossible for him to compete with several young men.

He was easily restrained and taken to a place far away from the village.

boom--

"Get lost! Now that we're here, if you dare to go back, we will kill you without hesitation."

After kicking the bound old man to the ground, several young men walked away.

This time, the skinny old soldier did not put up any more futile resistance.

Because he knew that if he went far away from the village, the other party would really kill him... and the treatment he was facing at this moment was actually just a very common thing in this land.

Ever since the natural disaster occurred, extremely terrible disasters have befallen the world.

Perhaps because the fragment of the realm where Thebes was located was large enough and the remaining laws were relatively strict, the crisis they faced was not as extreme as that of Judas.

Here, people can barely live in settlements and even have the possibility of obtaining food.

But the destroyed world cannot be that simple after all, otherwise the natives of the Nine Realms would not be completely wiped out, and only a few special beings could survive... and as time passed, people gradually discovered that a terrible "disease" began to spread among the survivors.

There are no signs of its arrival and no conditions for its spread - because everyone will get sick, and no one is an exception.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although this disease cannot be cured, it can be contained by the environment.

In the places where Egyptians once lived, around the temples and altars built by the patron gods of the Nomes.

Perhaps it was because the guardian gods of the Nomes had died, causing their Yalu to collapse.

The souls among them eventually merged with the power of God and scattered around, forming pieces of 'pure land' that could curb the disease, and instinctively continued to protect their believers and descendants.

As long as they are young enough and their vitality is still strong, under the protection of the "Pure Land", the survivors do not need to worry about the harm of this disease.

Only when a person reaches old age and his vitality begins to dry up, will the suppressed symptoms erupt doubly, causing a living being to begin to collapse from the most fundamental level, turning into a mass of meaningless flesh and blood in the most painful state.

Some wise men have deduced that this is not a disease, but the aftermath of the destruction of the world on every living thing.

The power left behind by the gods may be contained, but it can never be completely stopped, and every living being that dies in the 'Pure Land' as a result will accelerate the wear and tear of that remaining power.

No one knew whether this was true or not, but the Egyptians had no choice but to believe it.

From then on, the custom of exiling the elderly gradually established, even if they were the most respected and beloved elders.

Just like in the wild, wolves expel the old wolf king, human nature and animal nature are naturally intertwined here.

"How sad, how sad!"

"God, what have we done wrong to deserve your punishment?"

“Is it the mercy described in the scriptures that disasters are sent out of nowhere without any reason?”

Being driven out of the village where he had lived all his life, the old soldier knew that there was no possibility of returning.

Dragging his tired and painful body, he wandered aimlessly in the wilderness.

Looking up at the sky, the starless and moonless darkness makes people tremble in their hearts.

Looking down again, the old soldier felt desperate and angry as he looked at the increasingly bright red patterns on his body.

He cursed every living thing he could think of, and then longed for them to save him.

Sometimes he cursed the young people who had driven him away, and sometimes he wished they could live longer.

No one can guess what a person who knows he is going to die will do, not even the goddess of fate.

After all, although Clotho can weave fate and spy on fate, she is ultimately Chaos' goddess of fate.

If the fragments of Hermeneu have been completely integrated into the world of Chaos, leaving no room for resistance, then the fate of this place may be covered up and rewritten.

But it is obvious that it takes a long time to digest a world.

So standing carefully at a distance, Kloto looked at this alien human with surprise and curiosity.

This was not the first time she knew of people from another world.

In fact, the goddesses of fate knew this earlier than anyone imagined, but they just couldn't say what they knew.

However, even though he knew it, when he saw the other person with his own eyes and saw this disease that was not a disease, Kloto couldn't help but feel curious.