Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 471 - 73: Barbarian, Seventh Voyage to the Sea
The Golden City.
Near a hidden temple, a black cat revealed an owl-like insignia, which, under the influence of magic power, gradually solidified into the outline of an owl.
"I think I’ve found him."
"But I’m not sure if he’s the one you’re looking for."
The black cat transformed into a seductive cat-faced nude woman draped in a sheer veil, her tone tinged with excitement as she said, "He severely wounded Prometheus, even forcing him to seek treatment from the Priest."
The owl’s eyes narrowed as it slowly asked, "Where is he?"
The cat-faced nude woman showed a hint of regret, shaking her head as she said, "I don’t know. He was swept away by the waves."
"All the gods of the Golden Coast are watching this dispute, so I have no way to approach him quietly."
"And my alter-ego cannot leave the temple too far."
"But he’s sure to come back."
"They hold a grudge against Prometheus, and this must be settled."
The owl remained silent.
The cat-faced nude woman softly said, "It seems everything the gods arranged has completely fallen apart. The concubine beside Prometheus instigated him, making him harbor the arrogant notion of making Hegel bow to him."
"He’s been domineering in the Golden City, becoming somewhat arrogant."
"He even lacks the necessary respect towards other Divine Sons."
The Monarch is arrogant.
If one cannot control the king’s power, they will be controlled by it.
Many successor monarchs, once holding absolute power, act recklessly.
But true kingship belongs to the founding monarch of the first generation.
The owl raised its head, murmuring, "The gods of the Golden Coast are not united; who is instigating Prometheus?"
The cat-faced nude woman shook her head, saying, "I don’t know."
"But the concubine has already committed suicide, so I can guess which Divine Spirits might have done it."
"Some princesses are also restless."
The princesses of the Golden Coast are quite tragic, either marrying their fathers or brothers or becoming the Wife of the Gods, Priestess, mostly absorbed internally.
The gods here are a fused pantheon.
They compete internally too, since the pie is just that big, and everyone wants a bigger slice.
Making a bigger pie isn’t as satisfying as snatching it; besides, if the pie gets bigger, it might not be yours to eat, as others might directly steal it.
The cat-faced nude woman had never thought about making the pie bigger.
She could steal, snatch, trick, cheat, but never make it. Fallen she may be, but she’ll never make it.
The owl fell into contemplation, slowly speaking, "The Egyptian gods’ faith in the Root World has been completely severed, and they seem to have been somewhat reversed by their own faces."
Root World?
The cat-faced nude woman looked curious, softly asking, "Are you a Divine Spirit from the Root World?"
"When they descended in the past, they indeed had some resemblance to you."
The owl did not wish to speak more about the Root World. The Root World is crucial to every Divine Spirit; to some extent, it serves as an anchor point for the different facets of a Divine Spirit.
Severing the Root means losing a core anchor point.
For the Nordic Main God - Odin, as long as his anchor point in the Root World still exists, every myth of Odin extended from other worlds will be centered around the Root Odin and evolve into different Divine Spirit aspects.
This is the root, from which different branches, personalities, and powers of Odin evolve.
But if the root has disappeared.
Those differentiated divine aspects will adapt to different World Laws, eventually changing unpredictably, as the anchor point has been severed.
The root is the Divine Spirit’s initial self, the legendary image in the Root World.
The Egyptian gods have clearly lost the root, so their aspects will change drastically, with even incarnations possibly breaking free of the main body’s control, like the ripped Cosmic Giant Snake, the split divine aspect might self-awaken, becoming an independent Divine Spirit, entirely rejecting being an incarnation.
If not for Duncan, Athena’s aspect would have been torn apart.
But now, she is unified in three aspects.
The owl pondered briefly, then slowly said, "Find a way to locate him; don’t you have a Priesthood?"
"Choose a selected candidate incarnation and try to leave here."
The cat-faced nude woman was silent for a moment, then murmured, "For me to personally take action, there is an additional price."
"You must pay more!"
The owl’s eyes seemed deep as it gently lifted its wings, a stream of light entering her brow, whispering, "Go ahead. I am still very weak now."
"I will give you what you want."
"Even."
"As long as you find him, everything you desire will be fulfilled."
"After all, he once ennobled a Divine Spirit!"
What?
The man actually ennobled a Divine Spirit?
This was something the owl hadn’t mentioned before; how did he do it?
The cat-faced nude woman began to feel restless.
If what the other said is true, a mortal capable of ennobling a Divine Spirit is not just any mortal; that’s a mortal recognized by the World Law, holding a trace of Source Power.
His words are a decree.
.........
A desolate coastline.
Waves crashed against the rocks, and then, a bare-chested warrior emerged, grabbing a large crab with his bare hands, flipping its shell, crushing its claws, and putting it into his mouth, crunchy and tasting like chicken.
"Almost got sent back to square one."
"Luckily, my combat skills have improved greatly; I’ve directly mastered military Weapon Master."
Duncan ate raw, tossing away the crab in his hand.
Most of his belongings were lost, armor, weapons, shield, none of which he could carry; even his grandfather threw them to Hegel during the last breakout.
