Myth: I am God!

Chapter 129 What is the origin of the world?

The scholar Thales was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the statue had moved. In his memory, it seemed that it hadn't been facing this way at first... He walked around the statue with lingering fear.

He quickly caught up with Isaac and the others.

Deeper into the fortress shrouded in poisonous fog...

Everything around them was shrouded in poisonous fog, even denser than the open wilderness, as if they were walking through a giant chimney. The four of them could barely see anything more than a few meters away. The stone statues were also obscured by the thick fog, appearing as hazy, moving shadows to the naked eye... It looked somewhat eerie, as if living beings were within the fog...

"That's strange."

Isaac's golden eyes flashed as he stopped and looked around.

"Why are all these petrified soldiers facing us?"

"The number seems to be increasing; with each gust of wind, it's as if several more shadows appear in the fog..."

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"This is not normal."

Perseus also stopped and listened to Isaac's words.

He looked at the dark, hazy figure in the surrounding mist. Although his eyesight wasn't as good as Isaac's, he was a demigod. He squinted and examined it for a while, and found that everything was indeed as Isaac had said.

His heart sank immediately.

After hearing Isaac's words, Thales was about to recount the strange phenomenon he had just noticed.

But at that moment...

A petrified, hard spear suddenly pierced through the thick fog, hurtling towards Isaacza at the very front of the column with a sharp, whistling sound.

"Be careful!"

Perseus immediately drew his sword, took a step forward, and stood in front of Isaac.

A sword was swung out.

The stone spear snapped in two.

The group was still reeling from the urgency of the situation.

All I heard was a whoosh—

Many more spears appeared around them, breaking through the thick fog.

They shot towards the four of them in arcs...

"Be careful, that spear throw is very powerful!"

"No less powerful than a full-force attack from a Golden Warrior..."

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Perseus could only defend one direction, but the javelins came from all directions.

Upon seeing this, the elf Ersa was so frightened that she immediately waved her staff.

It summoned vines and leaves from the ground to build a plant wall resembling a vine shield, but the hard stone spear broke through the vine shield in an instant.

Its power remains undiminished.

The attack was directed at Thales and Elsa...

Ersa was terrified, her face paling with fear. She could only watch helplessly as the spear drew closer and grew larger in her pupils, unable to offer any resistance.

Just when despair was at its peak, Thales, in his mortal body, stepped in front of Isa, his gaze fixed on the spear that was about to pierce him, burning like a torch, uttering no words, as death loomed...

He seemed to possess a philosopher's unique calmness in asking, "What did the world originate from?"

Thales consulted the wise men of Athens.

"The Gods of Chaos".

The wise man answered.

"And what is the origin of the gods?"

Thales asked again.

The wise man looked at the foreigner from a remote region with annoyance.

Frowning, the wise man said, "The gods are the origin."

"From that enormous chasm were born the gods, the gods constituted the world, the gods are the world..."

""

Thales, unlike most scholars, relentlessly pursued the question: "How did that enormous fissure, known as the 'Chaos,' come into being?"

The wise man's face had darkened.

For hundreds of years.

They wrote down the legends and stories of the gods, compiled them into books, and stored them in the grand temples of Athens.

To sing praises to the gods, to be celebrated by the gods.

This system has not only been verified by the gods, but also received the approval of the goddess.

It has already formed a complete and rigorous theological system...

However, all of this...

There is only one source, which has not been verified.

Even the gods can never verify, nor can they verify, that original beginning and source.

Chaos, where did he come from?

however.

No need for a wise man to explain.

Then Thales asked the biggest and final question in his mind...

This is also the ultimate question for philosophy, theology, literature, and indeed everything else in the future: "What is the origin of the world?"

The wise man was stumped by the question and, in a fit of anger, replied, "It is Chaos and the gods; there is nothing else."

Thales seemed unconvinced, asking in return, "If it can be Chaos and the gods, why can't it be water?"

"Or something else?"

"Or is it that the world never had an origin at all?"

""

"Everything has no beginning and no end, and comes and goes in a hurry."

The wise man was so enraged by Thales's words that he pointed at Thales, the most outstanding and youngest scholar in Athens in recent years, and vented his suppressed anger: "Get out!"

"Athens will never welcome you!"

"He who defames the gods!"

Memories of the past raced through Thales' mind.

There are countless regrets in my heart.

But... what he regrets the most.

Yet, there is no way to explore the end of that knowledge, the pinnacle of that wisdom.

Death is not scary; it's just a cool summer night.

However, if he could have his deepest questions answered before he died, or hear Isaac recount the legends and knowledge of that divine pantheon... then he would die without regrets...

The scholar was thinking this, imagining the spear piercing his heart.

His limited and unglorious life is temporarily frozen at this moment...

And at that very moment, it stopped.

Thus Isaac said.

He held the imperial edict in his mouth.

A fluctuation.

As the air vibrates and the sound propagates, it spreads out.

That sound wave.

The instant the spear was touched.

The stone spears instantly froze in mid-air, solidified, as if still...

Thales waited for Death for a long time.

My heart is at peace.

However, even after he closed his eyes for a long time, his breathing was even and his heartbeat was strong, but he still did not feel any pain.

This surprised him somewhat, and he secretly wondered to himself, "So this is what death is like?"

And when Thales opened his eyes.

But he found that the spear had stopped less than ten centimeters from his forehead...

It just stood there, motionless.

It was as if, at this moment, it was not his life that was frozen in time.

It's time.

"this..."

"What is it?"

Thales was in a daze.

For some reason, I recalled a heretical cult I had once been involved with...

They worshipped a god who shared the same name as the father of Zeus—

"Chronos?"

It is said that the god of time can stop time and restore everything.

He will return, like the king of the world—

At that moment, when Thales saw the spear suspended in mid-air, he could hardly help but think of the ancient gods of Tantric Buddhism.

But is it true, as the esoteric teachings say, that Chronos has returned and brought everything to a temporary halt?

Just as the scholar's mind was wandering and he was too shocked to express himself, it seemed that Isaac had already seen through his thoughts.

Isaac raised his hand and simply said, "Go."

The hundreds of spears immediately turned around and smashed in the opposite direction, piercing through the hundred or so statues one by one.

In Isaac's view, those bewildered souls detached from the stone body and slowly headed towards heaven.

The archangels Salakir and Remiel are guiding these lost sheep—

When Thales looked at Isaac, Isaac slowly raised his head to look at the sky and said, "Nothing else..."

"This comes from the power of God."

"He is the only God."

"He is where He is."

"He is Jehovah."

Thales followed Isaac's gaze and looked up at the mist-shrouded sky...

It was as if I saw some swaying light and shadow, some hazy halo, like a dream...

From this moment on.

Thales had a strange, unwavering intuition.

Maybe.

He will find the ultimate answer he has been searching for his whole life—

What is the origin of the world?