Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 623 - 203 Guidance_2

Because the Divine King did not want another god who "created humans" like Prometheus to emerge, he did not arrange for a deity to personally create the fourth generation of humans but instead used humans as intermediaries. Therefore, Odysseus’s argument may apply to the Bronze Age but not to their generation.

There was a somewhat sophistical inclination in this, but that’s just the nature of debates. They are not about truly clarifying the issues but about expressing one’s views and showcasing artistry in language and individual talent.

Once these words were uttered, the situation in the venue stabilized once again; however, nobody thought that Andrea would be stumped by this.

The player, who had risen to fame like a comet, had proven her capabilities, and everyone was anticipating her response.

And true to expectations, under the watchful eyes of the audience, Andrea remained as calm as before.

"As before, although I don’t agree that ’creating’ equals ’possessing’, especially when the creation possesses intelligence and the ability to think. Considering humans still cannot create life with intelligence, let’s follow your train of thought for now," she said.

"You say gods made humans, so it is natural for gods to wipe out the old humans, just like humans replace old tools, but a person with integrity only deals with their own tools and does not stretch beyond another’s arm to meddle with someone else’s tools; a cultivated person will not be shamelessly unapologetic for causing someone else’s property to be destroyed because of their actions," she continued.

"You believe that since God created All Spirits, God naturally has the right to replace them; but did the lives of the Bronze Age truly belong to Olympus?" she asked.

On the expansive stage, Andrea’s voice continued to carry.

This debate about justice, it seems, would not be easily settled any time soon.

...

The clouds grew thicker, and the air became moist.

In the grand venue, the speakers’ words, amplified by alchemy tools, reached every corner.

Besides Odysseus and Andrea, other participants also spoke up from time to time. Given the level of humanistic development in this era, this was undoubtedly a rarely seen debate extravaganza.

Her voice was lifeless, as if disinterested in everything. Compared to before, her body hadn’t changed much, but her spirit seemed to have altered a great deal.

"The widespread tales of my ordeal are, in part, thanks to your efforts, aren’t they?"

"The absurd sect, the bewildering sacrifices... after so many attempts, you should give up. Whether it’s the methods of True Gods, Evil Gods, or those belonging to Outer Gods; Baptism, Holocaust, or the cruel torment of Human Sacrifice, they are all useless to me."

"I am not one of you, I cannot draw strength from them, nor can I become a Deity. Perhaps this Magic Jar is just a joke, a casual prank by the Lord of the Spirit Realm, holding no power to change fate or produce miracles. Despite my wishes to it for so long, what has been the result?"

Biting her lip slightly, it was unclear whether she harbored resentment towards the Goddess of the Nether Moon, who had given her this gift, the All Gods who had tempted her to open the Magic Jar, or was simply venting her frustration on her husband in name only.

In Pandora’s perception, compared to the jar, she might be the actual experiment of Epimetheus.

More than once she had wanted to give up, suggesting that he should experiment with someone else, another human, but each time he categorically refused.

"I don’t know if your initiative in handing over the Magic Jar to others would affect fate and thus make the jar no longer belong to you—or to me. We are both eternal; there’s no need to lose faith in it so soon."

That’s what he had said, and that’s what he had done. Yet besides more futile efforts, Pandora felt she had gained nothing.

"Don’t rush, I feel there’s still a chance this time."

Speaking with a smile, Epimetheus still enjoyed watching the debate.

"This time, we’ve been deciding our direction and distance by flipping a coin and tossing branches, and we just happened to arrive at the Acropolis of Athens, and just happened to come across this somewhat abnormal debate. Tell me, could this be guidance from fate?"

"Maybe before, I was just interfering too much, too randomly... so this time, I’ll do nothing."

"Everything follows your footsteps, let’s see who you’ll meet and what happens along the way."