Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The female hunter gestured for silence, gently shook her head, and calmly looked at the person's frivolous and profane behavior.

An unnatural blush appeared on the face of the Goddess of the Underworld, and her expression tightened. Just as she was about to speak, a strange sound of tearing cloth came from behind her.

"laugh!"

As the ancient serpent slowly withdrew its hand, the mark that had appeared behind Medea's ear had clearly disintegrated and faded.

Samael stretched, cracked his knuckles, and looked at Hecate opposite him with a knowing smile.

"So, have we passed this test?"

Chapter 238 Raising the Banner of Rebellion Against God for You (1/4)

"Indeed, you possess the power to change destiny and rewrite inevitability..."

Hecate nodded slightly as she pondered, gently tapping the Dark Moon Staff in her hand on the ground, and a purplish-red halo spread out.

Meanwhile, amidst the flowers and plants where bees and butterflies fluttered in the center, magnificent purple light patterns floated, like a pair of slowly fluttering purplish-black butterfly wings. The scattered specks of light dust, like falling phosphorescent powder, rendered the surroundings in a dreamlike and surreal way.

From the slightly twisted, tiny crack, a handsome young man in black armor, with a calm demeanor and a slight smile on his lips, walked gracefully forward. To the slightly surprised looks of the crowd, he pounded his right fist on his chest and bowed to Hecate.

The Goddess of the Underworld nodded in acknowledgment and then gave a brief instruction.

"Hypnos, they should wake up."

The young male god nodded respectfully, and with the fluttering of his purplish-black butterfly wings, a faint phosphorescent light drifted in the wind, scattering across the Pure Land of Bliss and onto the many slumbering heroic spirits.

Hypnos, god of sleep, brother of Thanatos, god of death, and Charon, ferryman of the Styx.

No wonder the Pure Land of Bliss is so quiet; it turns out that the consciousness of these heroic spirits bound here is completely immersed in the beautiful dream woven by Hypnos, the god of sleep.

However, this was clearly a well-intentioned act.

If one carries the divine seal and is eroded by power for too long in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, one may lose oneself.

Hypnos is a god who is friendly to mankind, and everything he does seems to be more about preserving the humanity of these heroes.

As the spirits gradually awoke, confusion and bewilderment permeated the crowd. The calls for recognition and the clamor of conversations added a touch of human warmth to the tranquil and serene Pure Land of Bliss.

Seeing that the goddess he worshipped seemed to be showing kindness, Circe, whose heart had been in her throat, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Medea, her eyes sparkling, patted her chest with a sigh of relief and subtly shifted the wand that was propped up beside her, its tip aimed at Hecate, slightly.

The little girl's hands, wiping away the beads of cold sweat from her clothes, clearly revealed her guilt and lingering fear.

You actually dare to betray your own god? You've got some nerve!

Upon catching a glimpse of this adorable and comical scene, Samael was both amused and exasperated, yet a warm feeling welled up inside him.

“Erase their divine mark, and they will become your allies.”

At this moment, Hecate walked up to Samael, set up a barrier, and spoke indifferently.

The ancient serpent smiled slightly, not in a hurry to make a move, but instead looked at Hecate meaningfully.

"Removing the shackles from living people is many times more difficult than extracting the divine seal from these fleshly heroic spirits. It's not something that can be done in a day or two, so there's no rush."

"I can teach you how to remove the divine seal..."

"Oh? You seem to be very familiar with this?"

"Because the spinning wheel of destiny that created these things should have belonged to me..."

Samael gasped, gave Hecate, who remained calm, a deep look, and frowned as he inquired.

"Why would you help us? Without a proper reason, I highly doubt your motives."

Hecate was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"I'm just helping myself..."

Samael glanced at little Medea, then turned back to look at Hecate, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Is it because of Medea? What's your relationship with that girl?"

"My future, the future of witchcraft. The possibility I'm most satisfied with after the disintegration of the divine era..."

After a slight pause, Hecate gave her answer in a calm tone, seemingly with no intention of hiding anything.

Samael pondered for a long time, then looked up solemnly at the pretty face behind the veil that was exactly the same as Medea's when she grew up. His expression froze, he bowed slightly, and slowly spoke.

"So, like Gaia, the Earth Mother, you are also about to return to your origin? Your Highness Hecate, or should I call you—Nyx, the Goddess of Night? Or Ananke, the Goddess of Destiny?"

Hecate was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, her brow furrowed.

"Who is Ananke...?"

While voicing his guess, Samael, who was secretly observing the subtle changes in the Moon Goddess's expression, couldn't help but scratch his head in confusion upon hearing this.

Ananke, in Greek mythology, is the personification of fate, destiny, and inevitability. He is the primordial god who controls all fate, destiny, and destiny, and holds a very high position.

Only this answer can connect Hecate with the information she revealed, such as the spinning wheel of fate, necessity, and possibility.

But based on her reaction, the ancient Hecate seemed to have never heard of the name Ananke.

By the way, not only Hecate, but even Samael himself had never heard of this Greek deity who was so highly praised.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Samael looked embarrassed and was about to change the subject when his gaze fell on the calmness in Hecate's eyes. He suddenly realized a hidden answer he had just overlooked.

"So you admit that you are the incarnation of Nyx, the goddess of night?"

Hecate's statement that she had never heard of Ananke was tantamount to acknowledging his previous identity.

"I have always been who I am, and I have never denied it..."

The Goddess of the Underworld responded calmly, then paused, glancing around the Pure Land of Bliss with a furrowed brow.

"However, I paid a considerable price to break free from the void and gain physical form. What you want to do, you can only do on your own."

"You used your power to make a deal with Zeus?"

Samael recalled a passage he had read in Homer's epics and suddenly understood.

"So, all of Gaia and Uranus's children..."

Share a portion of their respective honors with her.

Cronus' son (Zeus) never harmed her.

She wouldn't take away her share among the original Titans.

She still has everything that was originally allocated to her.

As an only child, the goddess is not lacking in honors.

She received a share from the sky, the land, and the sea.

Out of Zeus's respect, she received even more.

The epic specifically mentions Zeus's respect for Hecate, but what is even more intriguing is that the obscure myths rarely mention any great achievements Hecate has made. Unlike the goddess of wisdom, she did not make any contributions. Theoretically, as a deity of the same generation as Artemis, she gained immense prestige.

Even Samael, who indirectly participated in the war between the old and new gods, never saw the goddess Hecate actually appear.

Therefore, the most likely explanation is that Zeus received help from an origin god through her.

Spinning Wheel of Destiny!

In return, Zeus helped her become the only one among the three gods of the underworld—Tartars, the god of the abyss; Erebus, the god of darkness; and Nyx, the goddess of night—to gain a physical form.

This is the origin of the so-called goddess of the moon, Hecate. However, to transcend the void, the price paid was undoubtedly extremely high.

Therefore, the newly born Hecate lost most of her powers, was unable to leave the underworld, and could no longer threaten Zeus's royal authority.

Another piece of evidence for this is that Nyx, the goddess of night, and Hecate, the goddess of the moon, are both legendary triads, and their powers regarding night, death, and the soul overlap considerably.

The final piece of evidence comes from the attitudes of Thanatos (the god of death), Charon (the ferryman of the Styx), and Hypnos (the god of sleep) toward Hecate.

That respect went beyond the intimacy of peers; it was more like obedient subservience.

Without a doubt, Hecate is the physical embodiment of Nyx, the goddess of night, and the creator of Death and the like.

She and Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty who inherited the power of Eros, the primordial god of love, are both continuations of the old gods.

So these two are old acquaintances, no wonder they fought so fiercely in Colkis.

At the same time, Samael's thoughts returned, and he also figured out the point that had been puzzling him the most.

Ananke does not exist now, but that does not mean it will not exist in the future.

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Chapter 239 Athena in a Bomb Vest (2/4)

Because the account of Ananke, the goddess of destiny, is actually mainly derived from the Orphic scripture, which, like the primordial serpent Ophion, is fabricated!

According to the Orphic theogony, Nyx is considered a triad goddess, possessing three different identities: she can be Ananke, the goddess of destiny; Adrasthea, the goddess of natural law; and Hermene, the goddess of cause and effect.

Damn, this matches up perfectly!

Having pieced together most of the clues and completed the Orphic pantheon in his mind, Samael was somewhat bewildered.

Since the goddess Ananke, the goddess of destiny, was fabricated by some genius taught by Orpheus, then her consort, the First Insect Chronos, must also be a fabrication?

Of course, this supreme god of Orphism must have a prototype in Greek mythology. Who could it be?

Chronos, the super-primordial god of Orphism, whose essence is ineffable, descended and manifested as the First Cause, the root of time, creating chaos and order.

His power is singular, superior to all things, existing before the beginning, and creating chaos and order, and indeed everything. He is often confused with the Titan King Cronus...

and many more!

Time…space…the power of destiny…representing eternity without beginning or end…

Samael looked down at the cross-shaped gun in his hand, which had transformed into a black scythe, and his lips twitched violently.

If he remembers correctly, the original serpent Ophion and the goddess of order Eurynome were designed to symbolize the gods Cronus and Rhea.

Therefore, he was confused with Cronus...

Who wrote this Orthodox sacred text?! Step forward, and I promise I won't kill her!

Tch, no need to even think about it. Anyone capable of doing something as ruthless as undermining the authority of the orthodox Titan lineage is most likely a heartless sycophant of Mount Ares.

Okay, this isn't just a heartless little cotton-padded jacket anymore, it's been upgraded to a bomb vest!

First Cause Chronos? Chaos, the true primordial god of chaos in Greece, is my son! You want your father to die sooner?

Athena, you're definitely asking for trouble again! Raising you would have been worse than bringing your placenta home back then; you'll ruin me sooner or later!

Samael, who had inadvertently discovered a certain possibility for the future, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his forehead veins bulging, and he fantasized about hanging his good daughter, who had caused him so much trouble, from a tree and whipping her a hundred times.

Furthermore, according to the Holy Scriptures, Ananke and Chronos were husband and wife, so what about Hecate and me...?

The ancient serpent's brow twitched, and he immediately dismissed his speculation. Facing the indifferent and gloomy goddess of the underworld, he forced a stiff smile, took several deep breaths, and finally calmed his mind before solemnly pondering.

"If I remember correctly, Typhon, the successor of Tartarus, the god of the abyss, can move freely between the underworld and the human world, and he is extremely powerful."

Therefore, even if the old gods cannot break free from the void and gain physical form, once they succeed, they should not have fallen to your current state...

Not only are you unable to leave the underworld, but judging from the current situation, you're even having trouble maintaining your physical form, aren't you? You'll probably soon return to nothingness and become part of the rules again..."

Hecate's pale purple lips were pressed tightly together, and her usually lifeless eyes showed a rare hint of annoyance.

"The path of our old gods is the pattern woven by Zeus on the spinning wheel of fate! You treacherous son of Cronus!"

Old cunning bastard!

Samael's lips twitched, and he immediately understood what Zeus was planning.

The birth of humankind, through the succession and iteration of races, quickly led to the decline of the divine age. That old scoundrel Zeus actually took advantage of this to manipulate the spinning wheel of fate, arranging the deaths of a whole bunch of miscellaneous old gods.

Those older Titans who had vanished due to weakness or fallen into eternal silence were all mysteriously and inexplicably plotted against.

No wonder the Greek world is so clean now. Presumably, apart from the Olympian gods led by Zeus, the sea gods led by Poseidon, and the underworld gods led by Hades, there shouldn't be many old gods left who could pose a threat to Zeus.

Hecate was clearly one of the victims.

Furthermore, the old gods will likely hold humanity responsible for their weakened state.

Using someone else to do the dirty work, and then framing them—that's incredibly insidious!

After understanding the details, Samael angrily cursed, but after calming down a bit, he smiled with narrowed eyes and moved closer to Hecate.