Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 883 - 356 Strategy
Chapter 883: Chapter 356 “Strategy Chapter 883: Chapter 356 “Strategy “`
“Ugh…”
“What time is it?”
In the ornately decorated room, on the soft, large bed.
Awakening from a blur, Helen’s gaze was somewhat vacant.
Outside the window was the dusk of sunset, a day was about to end.
But Helen remembered clearly that it was at such an evening that she had fallen asleep.
Could it be that she had inadvertently slept the entire day… Gently shaking her head, the girl tried to sit up from the bed, but instead felt a total lack of strength.
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It was as though it wasn’t just a simple sleep, but as if a long time had passed.
After a fruitless effort, Helen lay back down on the bed, beginning to recall what exactly had happened before she slept.
Nothing special, the only difference being, it seemed as if she had had a long dream…
With a vacant mind, Helen vaguely remembered something.
She seemed to have transformed into a woman much older than herself, standing on the peak of a high mountain.
Two other indistinct figures were by her side, one in charge of weaving, the other holding scissors.
As for Helen herself, she was holding a long ruler, measuring the length of the cloth for cutting.
With each section of fabric measured, it felt as though she was witnessing a segment of life.
And at the end of this long dream, Helen felt as if she had seen a very familiar figure.
That figure’s life had undergone several turns, through valleys and peaks.
In the moment before awakening, she stood atop a great tower, revealing a poignant smile to the countless figures below.
And at that point, Helen opened her eyes.
“What a strange dream…”
Murmuring to herself, she looked disorientedly at the chandelier overhead.
Helen was still very young at the time, barely considered of age.
After lying in bed for a while, the girl tried to sit up again.
But this time, unintentionally, Helen’s hand touched something hard.
“…What is this?”
Bringing the touched object before her eyes, Helen unexpectedly discovered that it was a wooden stick with distinct joints, like those of a finger.
She had never seen it before, and such a stick should not have been on her bed.
However, for some reason, holding this mysterious object, Helen felt a sense of fondness and familiarity.
As if it was meant to be hers, and she was its only rightful owner.
“…”
After a moment of silence, at some point, Helen had an epiphany.
She waved her hand gently, pointing at herself.
The next moment, any feelings of weakness were expelled.
In its place, a sense of energy and spirit.
“This—!”
Eyes widening, Helen was somewhat at a loss but felt an unexpected surge of delight.
Such a miraculous scene, she had never witnessed before.
“Regardless of where you came from, this is my room.”
“Since you’ve come to my place, from now on, you’re my belonging!”
Gripping the wand tightly, Helen whispered to herself, and a smile returned to her face.
In this era, anyone could encounter various marvels.
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The great heroes in legendary stories were even more likely to pick up a sword that was a weapon forged by the God of Craftsmanship; to drink a cup of wine that was the favor from the Goddess of Youth.
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for something like this to appear next to her after a night’s sleep.
The only thing that she probably needed to worry about was whether she would suddenly have a child in a little while.
After all, there were precedents… After a shower of golden rain, the queen locked in the tower bore the offspring of the Divine King.
Although this might not necessarily be a bad thing, for the young Helen, it wasn’t the future she wanted.
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Flutter—
Outside the palace’s skylight, white doves quietly perched atop the treetops.
Through the windowpanes, Lachesis quietly watched Helen awaken, and then her first use of the wand.
Replacing someone else’s destiny came with the need for equivalent recompense.
So Lachesis simply left the Elder Wand there, which she couldn’t use anyway; as for the potential disturbances to destiny this might cause… It was unavoidable.
After all, even Paris had died. As another central figure in the Mortal World, it was unlikely that Helen would provoke a new Trojan War.
“…Let this thread of destiny end here.”
“It has gone so wrong that it’s hard to amend, all I can do is try to avoid further mistakes.”
After watching a while longer, Lachesis flapped her wings.
Soon, the dove took flight from the tree and headed towards The East.
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North of the City of Athens.
A massive seaport near the coastline.
A dense forest of warships lined the shore closely, with the majority already having sailed out from the harbor.
A somber atmosphere permeated the coast, clearly, the exploratory actions of All Countries venturing into Athenian trade routes had already spread.
On the calm sea surface, the wooden hulls shimmered with the light of Runes; below the high-hung sails were arrays of massive crossbows.
Occasionally, on a few colossal ships, one could see several crystal tubes—if someone from a later era were to witness this scene, they’d likely exclaim the word ‘cannons.’
For a moment, the styles of ancient and modern seemed to combine, creating an odd yet harmonious feel.
Yet, for the Athenians of this time, they could not perceive the special nature of this sight.
In their minds, this was simply how a navy should appear.
Among the numerous warships, on the largest and most ‘advanced’ flagship, a group of Athenian military officers, clearly navy admirals, were gathered around a young individual.
