Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 927: Chapter 379: Pretend Becomes Real

Having agreed to the request, the conversation quickly came to an end.

From Lachesis’s hands, Hermes obtained information about the one who had imprisoned her elder sister. However, in the eyes of the Great Alchemist, who the opponent was didn’t matter at all.

With a temperate demeanor, Hermes expressed that since he had taken on this task, he needed to make further preparations.

And as a pioneering Alchemist known throughout the world, he would bring out his proudest creation to solve this trouble for the other party.

To this, Lachesis naturally had no objections.

In the realm of spellcasting, she didn’t understand much to begin with.

Thus, leaving the salon for guests behind, Hermes made his way down along the spiraling staircase of the high tower.

It wasn’t until he had moved far from the floor he had been on that the smile on his face finally faded.

“Lachesis…”

Murmuring the goddess’s name softly, Hermes’s eyes began to flicker.

Once alone again, he slowly calmed the turbulent emotions within him, replaying the decision he had just made in his mind.

He had been in the real world for a long time now—so long that there was scarcely anything in the Mortal Realm that could threaten his life.

Hermes also knew that the Fates couldn’t directly harm him, or rather, they were not supposed to directly harm anyone.

As a fundamental underpinning of the Order of Fate, this ironclad rule would not change with the changing world…

Of course, correspondingly, there was no one in the world who could harm the Fates by strength alone.

But this was true for others. When Hermes himself faced it all, he could not be sure whether ‘eliminating the Outsider’ was a violation of their own order for the Fates or considered a virtuous act rewarded by the world.

He didn’t know, and probably the Fates themselves didn’t know either, since such traveling between the fantasy and the real had no precedent.

But today, it seemed like they were prepared to make the first move against him.

“It’s only Lachesis—you can decide how to start.”

“But how it ends, that’s for me to say.”

His stride unbroken, he passed through the Archive and a compartment filled with treasures on his way down.

Entering the underground space at the bottom of the high tower, everything looked as it always had.

Seventy-two columns stood there, with crystals floating uncertainly above them.

If there was anything different, it was that many of the once crystal-clear crystals had been tinged with blood… and beside the seventh column, a phantom figure wandered.

“Lord Hermes, it’s been some time since we’ve seen each other.”

“Is everything alright outside?”

Lifting his eyes from the book in his hands, Star God Amon greeted from beside the seventh pillar that was covered with mysterious patterns.

As Hermes stepped into the underground space, he merely nodded slightly and then, as usual, expressed his regret.

“I’m sorry, Lord Amon.”

“The environment outside is still very unfriendly to the God of Stars… I’ve done my best, but these are not things that can change overnight.”

“Alright… I understand you.”

A bit disappointed, but not clingy.

Star God Amon had long become accustomed to this response.

More than the outside world, he was more concerned with what Hermes was preparing to do as he watched him make his way to the center point of the seventy-two columns.

Raising his right hand and standing in the center of the underground space,

Hermes made a grasping motion in the air, and with his movement, the patterns on the outer surface of the surrounding pillars began to light up from the bottom, layer by layer.

The last time, they combined together to transform the reconstruction and Purification of elements into a weapon that crushed the incarnations of deities.

But this time, they didn’t invoke any external powers, instead, something seemed to be gathering above the palm of Hermes’s hand.

His expression became slightly solemn; using them for weaponry was merely a by-product of Hermes’s painstaking efforts in collecting these items.

What he truly wanted to do was something that would allow him to break through his limits and undergo a Sublimation back into a deity.

One would appreciate the vast oceans less after experiencing the boundless seas; clouds make no sense when asked about the witch of the mountains.

Had he never been a deity, Hermes might have been satisfied with his current achievements.

But as the Son of the God-King from the Fantasy World and a deity who had left various legends among the Mortal Realm, he obviously wouldn’t stop there.

Yet it was precisely because he had experienced the disparity between gods and humans that Hermes knew all too well how difficult it was to cross this chasm.

Even with his Wisdom and inspiration, it was only after he pioneered the domain of Alchemy that he faintly saw his own shortcut.

“To refine ‘false’ into ‘true’.”

“One ‘essence’ replacing another ‘essence’, one ‘essence’ exchanging with another ‘essence’, one ‘essence’ Sublimating another ‘essence’.”

“Place things of equal value on both sides of that supreme balance, then switch their positions with each other.”

“To substitute ‘truth’ for ‘untruth’, to make ‘falsehood’ replace ‘truth’—”

“Isn’t this the pinnacle of Alchemy?”

An ineffable power gathered towards the palm, and in a corner of the underground space, Star God Amon also witnessed this moment.

A nature beyond that of a True God told him that at this moment, ‘he’ seemed to be participating in this mysterious ritual too.

But whether it was his senses or something else, Star God Amon only saw the brightening pillars; those crystals floating on them seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Interesting… Is this real ‘Alchemy’?

A moment, two moments, three moments…

In the eyes of ordinary people or even most True Gods, there appeared to be nothing in Hermes’s palm for now.