Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 856 - 337: Scissors
Chapter 856: Chapter 337: Scissors
“…”
“… Hurry, hurry up and fight.”
“It’s great if one dies, even better if both perish!”
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“If all of you die… then I’ll see if your lives truly match the achievements you boast about.”
Only the shape of the mouth changed, without making any sound.
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Wide-eyed, at that moment, Paris was both scared and a little excited in the bushes.
Like that old witch, that young man was also no ordinary fellow, which made it interesting.
As for whether they could really start a fight… Paris remarked that he was just thinking idly.
It was like fantasizing that an ordinary life suddenly gets interrupted with someone telling him he’s actually the offspring of the Divine King living in the Mortal Realm, destined to become a legendary hero.
The chance of success was nearly nonexistent, but that didn’t stop people from imagining.
So, subconsciously, he smiled; the anticipation of the future was always beautiful… However, the next moment, the Prince of Troy suddenly realized that his surroundings seemed to have changed.
“!”
Shocked, the sunlight shone on Paris, yet it couldn’t warm his body.
The bush in front of the Prince disappeared at some unknown time, and he was exposed in front of the two beside the pond.
Suddenly aware, Paris slowly lifted his head.
Looking at those two beings staring at him, the Prince tried hard to muster a smile.
“… Um, I…”
“Hehe, no need to be nervous, handsome young man. I’m no big shot, and there’s no rule forbidding anyone from being with me.”
Chuckling, her aged face seemed even fiercer.
Atropos seemed not to notice Paris’s subconscious aversion, continuing to ask with a smile,
“I don’t know, regarding my proposal just now, what do you think?”
“What?”
Stunned, Paris felt a bit confused because he hadn’t been listening to what they were saying.
Leaning on her cane, witnessing this scene, the Goddess of Fate paused her breath, then reluctantly swallowed it down.
Huff… This was a mortal, even favored by fate, yet still so ignorant.
But fate would never eternally favor any being, mortals even less so.
Thinking of this, Atropos regained some composure.
She squeezed out a smile again, repeating what she had said before.
“As you can see, on some matters, this young man and I have some disagreements.”
“We both believe our abilities are extraordinary, yet we cannot convince the other—it’s a difficult conundrum, but luckily, at that moment, we found you nearby.”
“Nothing is fairer than the judgment of a stranger, after all, you’re not acquainted with either of us.”
“So we decided to entrust you with the right to judge which is superior, what do you think?”
“…”
“… Of course… My name is Paris.
“Regarding this matter, I think I could certainly give it a try.”
His expression shifted from nervous to calm, then from calm to a desire hidden.
Whether it was Lane or Atropos, both saw the seemingly ambiguous yet clearly evident thoughts in Paris’s mind, but neither exposed them.
They merely watched quietly as the handsome Prince pretended to hesitate for a long while, then presented his request.
“Both of you, if it’s the heavens that let me meet you today and make such a judgment, naturally, I have no reason to refuse.”
“But before that, perhaps I should witness both of your real abilities… This would help me make the right decision.”
“I have no objections.”
Nodding with a smile, soon after, Lane also heard Atropos agree as well.
However, the Goddess of Fate stated that not everyone was qualified to witness her creations.
In response, Lane went along with it.
“Then Paris, please come with me.”
With a hoarse voice, Atropos gestured.
Although there were some minor interruptions in the process, the result wasn’t much different.
She had originally come for Paris, after all, the trajectory of fate’s deviation was increasingly severe.
Previously, the Goddess of Fate hadn’t intended to intervene personally.
She had planned to use this young man she encountered by chance as a tool, luring him with her prophetic guise to make a choice, teaching him the ‘secret’ of prophecy—of course, it wasn’t true prophecy.
Because Atropos would present the destiny she wished to see through this mysticism to the spell caster, and since she was the Goddess of Fate, few could uncover the deception within.
In doing so, guiding the young man through desire and profit to steer the ‘future King of Troy’ down the right path would allow her an opportunity to retreat.
The wealth and glory he enjoyed through the process were his rewards, and as for the cost… Naturally, it was to meet the destined death when fate required it.
Atropos found this reasonable, exchanging life for decades of prosperity—a choice many mortals would willingly make.
However, the attitude of this mortal eventually enraged her, prompting the Goddess to choose another path.
“Come on… come over.”
“Paris, I think you must be curious as to why our sisters’ weavings are unparalleled in this world.”
The shadow of the canopy cast on her body made it seem even more obscure and daunting.
Atropos reached out her hand, taking black scissors from her bosom.
“Because they cannot only be worn, but also foretell a person’s future achievements… Come over, let me show you the glory that should belong to you in the future…”
Swallowing nervously, looking at the scene before him, Paris felt as if he was about to be sacrificed.
