Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1199 - 514: Confrontation
"What... what happened to me?"
"..."
Inside the wooden hut, in front of Laine.
At some point, the fisherman’s expression and body gradually changed from fierce to peaceful, from decayed to healthy.
Time seemed to flow backward on him, as all past marks and wounds faded away.
Waking from the dream, Andre felt as if he had been reborn.
"Are you... no, are you the divine envoy sent by the Deity to save me?"
"I knew it! The All Gods heard my prayers! They have not abandoned their believers!"
Excitedly speaking, looking at the figure resembling his dream
"What... what happened to me?"
"..."
Inside the wooden hut, in front of Laine.
At some point, the fisherman’s expression and body gradually changed from fierce to peaceful, from decayed to healthy.
Time seemed to flow backward on him, as all past marks and wounds faded away.
Waking from the dream, Andre felt as if he had been reborn.
"Are you... no, are you the divine envoy sent by the Deity to save me?"
"I knew it! The All Gods heard my prayers! They have not abandoned their believers!"
Excitedly speaking, looking at the figure resembling his dream, Andre said loudly.
He dared to swear, despite being a qualified believer in his previous life, his faith in the Deity at this moment absolutely surpassed tenfold, a hundredfold of before.
Nothing earns gratitude more than pulling someone out of the Abyss... but at this moment, a strange female voice suddenly emerged in the wooden hut.
"No, although I don’t know which gods you are talking about, he is definitely not a believer of your world’s Deity."
"In this world, probably no deity has the time to save mortals anymore... your world is beyond salvation."
Speaking softly, the shock in Clotho’s eyes had not yet dissipated.
She couldn’t imagine what she had just witnessed, the Poison of Destiny borne by one creature extracted by another, then placed upon himself.
Even though this was an already destroyed realm, such matters were far beyond her comprehension.
Despite her amazement, Clotho still corrected the human’s statement.
Laine couldn’t possibly be a God of the Alien Realm; she could at least determine that much.
"Not?"
A bit stunned upon hearing this, Andre noticed Clotho on the side.
His eyes couldn’t help but flash with amazement, although the Goddess of Fates wasn’t like Aphrodite, embodying the most primal desires from head to toe.
But as a member of the Chaotic Divine Race, her appearance still stood at the pinnacle of the world.
If it had been before today, Andre probably would have humbly bowed his head, not daring to look directly at this mysterious girl of noble or divine origin.
But perhaps due to the myriad experiences following the world’s end, or the lingering sense of ’freedom’ from deep within his soul, the fisherman only glanced once more before returning his gaze to Laine.
"If not, then not."
"No matter who you are, you saved my life."
"I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to repaying it, just as I would repay my father."
"For he gave me my first life, and you gave me a second rebirth."
It’s hard to say what mindset Andre had when he uttered these words, gratitude? That was certainly part of it.
But Laine could also see that the other party was somewhat driven by a sense of profit.
After all, in such a world on the brink of Destruction, nowhere was safe, and Andre couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t succumb again to that kind of disease.
So combined, it resulted in his current sincerity.
"Alright."
Not caring about the other’s complex emotions, Laine just smiled and nodded.
Sincere Faith doesn’t arise from a single rescue, especially since he wasn’t here to preach.
Rather than seeking others’ devotion, what Laine wanted was all of their past—their lives—of course, there was a nicer way to say it: to bear the Original Sin inherent in these Alien Realm’s residuals, allowing them to cleanse their past and step into the Mortal Realm of Chaos World anew.
"Andre, I’ll call you that."
"You wish to follow me, I accept. But even so, I must tell you."
"Following me doesn’t guarantee safety. My future decisions will not consider your wellbeing."
"Because I didn’t come into this world to enjoy reverence and power, but to save Lives."
"I will help everyone in this world as long as they are willing to accept my aid. No one saved need thank me, for I do not help for gratitude, just as I do not forsake anyone out of Hatred."
"No matter who it is, no matter their status, whether enemy or friend, or highborn or humble."
"As long as someone seeks my help, they will certainly receive my response... so Andre, even knowing this, will you still follow me?"
"...Of course, sir."
His heart pounding, Andre slightly bowed his head.
"To personally help more people like me... this is the honor I have remembered all my life."
"Hehe..."
Laine chuckled casually, not taking it seriously.
Even the vows of the Styx River are sometimes broken by greater forces, let alone the promises of mortals.
However, regardless of whether Andre fulfills his vow or not, Laine will not stand in his way.
After all, in contrast, even if the other’s original intention doesn’t change, or even if he dies eventually because of it... Laine would never extend a helping hand.
Because from beginning to end, it was all just a one-sided charity.
And saving you... what does it have to do with you anyway.
"Clotho... let’s go."
"To the center of this small town."
Speaking softly, since the first attempt was successful, Laine decided to seize the opportunity to see if the accumulation of quantity would bring him any unbearable burden.
Upon hearing this, Clotho nodded obediently and followed behind, feeling that today was truly extraordinary.
For the one who disrupts the Chaos Destiny to come to the realm of Destruction to bear the Poison of Destiny, it sounds like a joke, but it happened just like that.
From this perspective, Andre’s mistaken assumption that he was a deity from an alien realm wasn’t entirely wrong.
It’s important to know that regardless of which world, even true native deities, few would do so much for their believers.
’No, not at all, otherwise I would become his believer right now!’
With a light snort in her heart, Clotho suddenly glared at Andre, who was following behind, causing him to panic and quickly reflect on what he might have done wrong.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t find a reason that might have offended this noble/priest/divine envoy or whatever lady.
...
Time flies, and days and months alternate.
Since that day, although the fragments of the Hemenu World have lost the sun and moon, Andre could be sure they had been wandering the Earth for at least half a year.
And as Laine mentioned before, during this half year, he indeed did not engage in a single act due to worldly reverence or power.
He simply visited every corner of this land in turn, alleviating the pains and ailments of its people, and then waved his sleeve, not taking away a speck of dust.
Some were grateful for this and chose to follow, just like Andre, behind Laine.
Laine did not refuse, allowing them to do as they pleased, to pursue what they wanted to do.
Others tried to make him stay, to protect their safety and health.
But the response they always received was a refusal, even when the old and the children cried and pleaded on their knees, Laine never stayed a day longer.
Ultimately, Andre personally witnessed an assassination attempt.
That was after yet another fruitless plea when the leader of a village picked up arms, trying to permanently keep Laine in their town.
According to his claim, mankind had feared the curses of bloodstains and natural disasters for many years, and now that someone could heal them, it was his opportunity to rule Thebes.
As long as he could hold onto this person, he could use it to coerce all around, end the apocalypse, and even establish the Second Dynasty of Upper and Lower Egypt, becoming the next Pharaoh after Ramses.
That’s what he thought, and that’s what he did... but perhaps due to luck, even though Laine did not demonstrate any ability to call wind and rain, just like when he healed their ailments.
However, the leader of that village ultimately could not capture him, with many of the followers who had trailed them either scattering in all directions or tragically dying under swords.
Andre was angry for a long time because he couldn’t understand why, in the face of someone who offered help without compensation, there were still people who chose to confront him with arms instead of gratitude.
However, this time, the young girl who had always seemed somewhat naive was indifferent to it all.
She did not get angry over it, she even unexpectedly consoled Andre a bit.
"This is normal, I’ve seen too many things like this."
"Father and son turning against each other, couples killing each other, brothers fighting, friends betraying each other... humans are just like this."
"I just used to think it was the influence of ’destiny’, rather than the innate nature of living beings."
"But now it seems that perhaps the ’original sin’ you possess is far more than just the leftover poison of destiny."
With a light snort, Clotho took it lightly.
As the Goddess of Destiny, she can maintain the purity of her nature because of the innate protection of destiny, which prevents her from going insane after seeing too many ’scripts’, and hence resorting to various bizarre measures.
But not being affected doesn’t mean not knowing, in her eyes there aren’t many new things in the world, and these behaviors of alien mortals are much the same.
"But don’t worry... the only reason those who came to hunt us are still safe is because this is still your territory."
"Otherwise, before they could lay hands on me, they would have already died at home due to ’accidents’."
"And even though this isn’t Chaos, they would just die a bit later anyway."
"Once the Heavenly Destiny completely covers this fragment, he will have to... what was it again?"
"He must ’be guilty against heaven, with no place to pray.’"
Laine added with a smile.
"Yes, ’be guilty against heaven, with no place to pray’!"
Clotho nodded vigorously, speaking loudly, trying to cover up her forgetfulness of the words.
Since Laine spoke this phrase before, the Goddess of Destiny felt it resonated deeply with her godhood.
After all, provoking the Goddess of Destiny was equivalent to offending the heavens.
No matter who they prayed to, it would be difficult to change their fate.
