Human world, west coast.

Dark clouds rolled in and huge waves surged.

Under the sea, dark shadows swirled and rose, so huge that no one could tell its size, yet so small and insignificant as dust.

On the sea, the Titan, whose only notable feature in Nikki's eyes was his life span, dragged a huge corpse bit by bit, causing it to fall into the rolling ocean.

The corpse had hundreds of heads, but they were all destroyed by some huge force. Only the remaining parts still exuded some vitality, as if it had never died.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there is a kind of emptiness in the essence of the corpse.

This means that something most precious has already been taken away, and what remains is just an empty shell with only power.

"The hundred-headed dragon Ladon may not be the strongest among all the demons in the world, but it is definitely the one with the closest bloodline to Typhon."

"Both in appearance and in the burning anger."

"Faced with this kind of power, the human body can only take away the most crucial part, even if it carries the 'Destiny'."

"As for the rest of its body, only you can contain it."

puff-

The dragon's corpse fell into the water, causing huge waves.

But in just a moment, under the circling black shadow on the seabed, it disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared.

Prometheus was not angry even though he did not receive a response for a long time.

He has always been generous with his patience and tolerance towards the lives he created.

"…Why, you're not going to continue following that human?"

After an unknown amount of time, something seemed to be speaking from deep under the sea.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in its voice, but if someone listened carefully, they could only hear some incomprehensible roars and hisses.

There is no reason or wisdom, only emotion and madness.

Hearing this, Prometheus smiled calmly and shook his head slightly.

He knew why it was dissatisfied, and he could also hear a hint of recognition mixed in with the dissatisfaction.

After all, along the way, whether with or without external help, Hercules did defeat the demon by relying on real strength rather than conspiracy.

But no matter what, he still has the blood of the God-King flowing in his veins... and because of this, the being under the sea has always been hostile towards him.

"Bloodline doesn't mean everything... You should know that too."

"The two successive generations of the sun gods of Chaos were father and son, but they eventually fought against each other."

"The God Kings of all generations are also blood relatives, but only one of them can exist in the world."

"As for me……"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and Prometheus looked towards the direction of the continent.

Since that day when he parted from the underworld, he seemed to have lost track of Hercules.

But he actually knew where the other person was, even if he didn't go to see him.

The site of Mount Odisha, the 'correct entrance' to the spirit world, he would only be there.

Because there is no love or hate without reason in this world. If there is no reason, how can the other party know this secret?

"As for me, now is not the time for me to go find him."

"After all, his journey in the human world has ended, and his journey in the spirit world... no longer requires me to accompany him."

The god embodied in the puppet has already arrived. With the help of the god, Prometheus believes that the hero will be able to complete the second half of the journey smoothly.

He just needs to wait in the human world until he comes out, and then listen to the choice the other party makes.

He had no objection to either one.

This may not be what God should do, but it is certainly what He wants to do.

"……the same as you."

Without favoring one over the other, Prometheus lowered his head slightly and spoke to the dark shadow under the sea.

wow——

A huge splash of water sounded from under the sea, as if in response to the words of the fire thief.

When the water splashed down, there was already a vast expanse of space beneath the sea.

Because of the turbulent laws of the sea, it can swim freely under the water.

Even with Prometheus's ability, he couldn't see through the other party's whereabouts.

"Ha ha……"

He smiled gently, not caring whether the shadow came or went.

The fire thief thought for a while and headed towards some islands in the west sea.

When people live long enough, they often like to reminisce about the past.

From God's perspective, although Prometheus' life span was not long enough, his soul was no longer young.

……

The underworld, the true edge.

Neither the light of the dark moon nor the gray earth can be seen.

From a spatial perspective, the earth is 'above' the underworld, and Tartarus is 'below' the underworld.

The land of eternal night and the realm of no light surround it, with only one entrance connecting countless places, running through the road between the underworld and the human world.

But this place is different from the underworld in the conventional sense. Rather than being an underworld, it is more like a crack in the realm of the original gods, and a place where they are intertwined with the void outside the world.

Standing here is like standing on the edge of the river that surrounds the world and looking at the nothingness outside the world.

Kloto couldn't help feeling a little scared, as well as a sense of rejection from the bottom of his soul.

You know, as Chaos' goddess of fate, there is indeed nothing in this world that can harm her existence, but the premise is that it is something within "this world".

If she were to be separated from the protection of the world itself, she would be like the God King, and she would not know how much of her own supernatural powers could be preserved.

After all, in the little she knew, the power of "Destiny" was the sharpest spear and the strongest shield in the world's battle.

For the collision between the two worlds, material losses, or even a slight loss of the essence, are just the most superficial injuries.

The beginning of a truly fatal trauma is always when the fate of one world is covered and shrouded by another world, just like Hermeneus and Chaos once did.

In fact, the outcome of the two had already been decided long before Ryan discovered that world and finally delivered the fatal blow.

The princess who married the god-king was able to travel to foreign lands, and Chaos' fate covered the myths of the Egyptians. This was the most direct and powerful declaration of victory.

From that moment on, the past and the future have been anchored, and without the action of external forces, there would be no other possibility for the outcome of the two.

"So I can't go out. The goddess of fate shouldn't be away from the fate of the world... and you shouldn't be able to go out either, right?"

"You are a priest, and the power of priests comes from the gods."

"The further you are from the world, the less likely you are to gain the power of the source of faith... So let's go back, what do you think?"

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but Kloto tried hard to hide it.

She didn't like the environment here, especially the feeling coming from the end of the void.

Her intuition told her that when the things there finally came here, the predetermined fate would suffer another heavy blow.

After all, Hermeneus was indeed destroyed, but it was not destroyed along the trajectory set by Chaos.

But this time, faced with this level of backlash from fate, she no longer had two older sisters to take the blame for her.

"Miss Cloto, running away is not an option."

"You know, I once saw a particular bird that would hide its head under its feathers when faced with danger, but that didn't help the problem itself."

Smiling and speaking, Ryan, also standing at the edge of the world, said casually:

"Of course you can stay here, I won't force you."

"But if you do this, you will probably have to face the backlash of fate in the future."

The world has developed to this point where it is violating the original order almost every minute and every second.

Subconsciously taking a step back and looking at the figure beside him, Kloto remembered that this guy was not someone who was easy to talk to, but a big devil who caused his two sisters to suffer a worrying end.

Although for the goddess of fate, death is much better than bearing endless backlash, this does not reduce her terrifying power.

Pursing his lips, Kloto had to change the subject and find the loophole in the other party's words.

"Well, I've heard of that bird, too, but it's fake, don't you know?"

"What animal would actually hide its head when facing danger...it's just looking for food or camouflaging!"

He spoke with certainty. Although he had never actually seen this kind of animal, Kloto didn't need to see it with his own eyes to know something.

Standing aside, Ryan just smiled casually.

Indeed, as the other party said, the birds suspected to be the ancestors of later ostriches would not "cover their ears and steal the bell", and many records about them are just misunderstandings that have been spread by word of mouth.

However, he mentioned this kind of bird for a reason.

In fact, Ryan intended to use this as an experiment.

As for the content of the experiment, it is to create a real 'ostrich'.

brush--

Use your fingers as a pen and the breath scattered on the edge of the underworld as ink.

There is no supernatural power involved, just like an ordinary human being.

Ryan drew a bird in the void in front of him, and when he added the final touch of the eyes, it turned from a painting into a living creature.

Staring at the scene with wide eyes, Kloto was stunned.

Although creating living beings is difficult, it is not impossible for Chaos to do it.

But without any trace, no fluctuations in the laws could be seen from God's perspective. Creating life under such conditions was far beyond her understanding.

"How is this going?"

Klotho asked.

"As you can see, this is the bird I just told you about."

With a smile, Ryan tossed the silly big bird into the underworld behind him.

"When it encounters danger, it will use its wings to protect its head and hide its head among its feathers - but this is not to cover up its own dangers, but because of its innate extraordinary ability."

“When it stops observing the world, the world will stop paying attention to it.”

"So when it does that, the danger will ignore its presence."

"..."

With his mouth slightly opened, Kloto was a little angry.

It wasn't because Ryan answered the question irrelevantly, but because she felt she was being laughed at.

If you stop observing the world, the world will stop observing you. This seems to be like the goddess of fate not hurting others, so others can't hurt them either.

The way the big bird avoided danger was very similar to her previous performance, and the two seemed to have the same purpose.

"Humph!"

With a low hum, Kloto stopped talking and sulked to himself.

Seeing this, Ryan smiled and didn't pay much attention to it.

Just looking at the place where he had just created the 'real ostrich', a hint of thought flashed across his eyes.

This feeling...is it the connection between Him and myself?

There's no way to know for sure, but it's probably the case.

Because Ryan knew very well that outside the world, the power of gods would indeed be weakened.

And just as Cloto said before, as clergymen who depend on gods, let alone whether the clergymen themselves have the ability to leave their original world, even if there is a chance of that, they will only become weaker due to the change in the root of the laws, and even become the same as mortals.

After all, with the changes in the world, weak existences will not change much, such as ordinary things at the bottom of the world.

They do not have extraordinary powers, so they are less likely to be affected by changes in the laws.

As long as the underlying rules of the two worlds are not diametrically different, they can basically survive normally.

And the top beings can also survive because their power goes straight to the root.

No matter how the outside world changes, they can only make adjustments accordingly and occupy a place in the new world...only the middle part is different.

Their power is not strong enough, but not weak either.

Therefore, they will be affected by changes in the rules, and cannot avoid the consequences of the impact on their own.

So at the end of the day, it's like what Ryan is facing now.

Even if his holy power came from his own incarnation of evil thoughts, even if he could obtain some extraordinary powers through other means, they would inevitably become ineffective if he were to set foot on the land of the remains of Hermeneu himself.

Therefore, in the experiment just now, he really did not use any extraordinary powers... but at this moment, as a mortal, he achieved something that was almost as good as his dream.

It seems incredible, but Ryan will naturally find the source of his own strength.

In fact, if nothing unexpected happens, this can be attributed to the fact that he did not "cut" himself thoroughly enough in the beginning.

Using death as a sword to cut between divinity and humanity is something that only appears to be successful, but in reality it is impossible to succeed perfectly.

After all, it can be seen from the various "extraordinary" qualities that the human incarnation still possesses, as well as his connection with his other selves.

[Death] cannot sever this connection, or rather, Ryan himself cannot sever this connection.

So in this situation, as His divine power increased, when He began to approach the world of Chaos, all kinds of miracles spontaneously manifested themselves in Him.

It is difficult for Ryan to evaluate whether this matter is good or bad. He can only say that it has both advantages and disadvantages and is difficult to weigh.