Tidal waves surged, storms howled, and torrential rain poured down.
This entire region seemed to be reacting to the fury of The King of the Seas, Poseidon.
Many Divine Beings glanced over nervously, realizing that it was Poseidon and The Queen of the Seas, Amphitrite, in some kind of conflict. They quickly averted their eyes, not daring to watch further.
Facing Poseidon's accusations, Amphitrite replied coldly, "If this had been my doing, then the Divine Being who showed up here wouldn't have been the only one. I would have invited all the gods of the sea and Olympus to bear witness."
"Hmph!"
Poseidon snorted. He had already lost track of the mysterious Divine Being who used that strange burst of light. His suspicion toward Amphitrite remained baseless.
The disgraced King of the Seas cast her a final glance before turning and storming away.
Amphitrite, unfazed, looked at the mare that Poseidon had just mounted. Without hesitation, she took the horse with her.
She had sensed that the mare now carried a child—Poseidon's child.
So she entrusted the pregnant mare to her attendants for proper care. It might prove useful in the future.
As for herself, she returned to her Divine Temple to begin researching the rituals required to digest her extraordinary traits and progress along the Tyrant Path, striving toward Sequence 2, Sequence 1, and eventually Sequence 0 True Godhood.
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Meanwhile, Bolos galloped across the land, heading toward a place where humans gathered densely.
The mare he rode had remained silent, yet Bolos knew her identity—Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest.
There was a story in Greek Myths that spoke of this event.
After her daughter was taken by Hades, King of the Underworld, Demeter, in her grief and desperation, was pursued by Poseidon. To escape him, she transformed into a mare and hid among a herd.
But Poseidon recognized her regardless, transformed into a stallion, and mated with her.
From this union, they birthed a divine steed named Arion.
Among the goddesses who stirred Bolos's heart were the three sisters: Hestia, Demeter, and Hera.
Hera held the title Queen of the Gods, Hestia was revered as one of the three virgin goddesses.
Demeter was neither a queen nor a virgin, yet all three of Zeus's brothers had fallen madly for her. That made Bolos curious—what did she really look like?
Now that she had escaped Poseidon, she still had not spoken to Bolos or revealed her true form. She remained a mare, letting him ride her.
Since she didn't seem to mind, Bolos saw no reason to mind either. He simply kept riding.
The mare ran incredibly fast, and in no time, Bolos reached the area where the Silver Humans were most densely gathered.
He arrived at a church and saw many people praying. He also spotted the "saintess" Hestia, tending to elderly Silver Humans, treating their ailments.
"I see."
At his current level, Bolos still couldn't hear the prayers of mortals from afar.
To do so, he would need to either be near a church, have his Faith God Deer evolve to the "Understanding" stage, or become an "Imaginist" within the Occult System, thereby achieving full spiritual omniscience—where every spoken word would be known to him.
Though Bolos now stood outside the church, he finally understood what had been happening on earth.
These Silver Humans had grown old. Plagued by disease and limited mobility, their minds had finally matured—they no longer behaved like unruly children.
Faced with the looming threat of death, they were now truly afraid.
Unlike future generations, Zeus had not given the Silver Humans the ability to reproduce.
Like the Golden Humans, they were a single generation.
But unlike the Golden Humans, they aged, weakened, and eventually died.
Now, death was reaping their souls, an almost irreversible process.
In this era, there was no belief that souls would go to the Underworld after death.
The Silver Humans had once pleaded with Zeus to let their souls remain on earth, to wander the land after death.
But The King of the Gods, Zeus, rejected their plea and declared that their souls would be cast into the realm of night.
Night, the Abyss, and the Land of Eternal Silence—these were the domains of the primordial rulers. Hades's Underworld lay in the heart of these three dark realms.
That was the realm carved out by the first King of the Gods after the War of Ignorance, his reward for victory.
Whether it was Hades's Underworld or the domains of the three Primordials, they were all seen as places of darkness, fear, cold, and suffering—none of which any human soul wished to enter.
As the souls were gradually taken, the remaining Silver Humans placed all their hopes in their Creator.
"O Great Lord, please grant us hope."
"O Lord, you are the only god we worship—past, present, and forever. Please have mercy on us."
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Prayers and cries echoed throughout Bolos's church, rising one after another.
The "saintess" Hestia could do nothing in the face of these pleas. She could not interfere with Zeus's decisions, and she could never hope to oppose the mighty Lady of Night.
All she could do was quietly treat the sick and elderly in the church, trying to extend their lives a little longer.
Thankfully, the Silver Humans saw her only as a saintess—an emissary of the Creator. They didn't know she was a Divine Being, so they made no direct requests of her.
Soon, she noticed Bolos arriving on horseback.
She didn't recognize the mare but felt a wave of concern for Bolos.
As one of the twelve Olympian Supreme Gods, Hestia knew the true cause behind the Silver Humans being sent into the realm of night: it was part of a deal between Zeus and the Lady of Night, Nyx.
Zeus had traded this entire generation of humans for Nyx's support, ensuring that the gods of the night recognized his legitimacy as King of the Gods.
He had struck a similar deal with the Abyssal Lord Tartarus.
But the promise Zeus made to Tartarus was for the next generation of humanity.
The Silver Humans would go extinct within a few decades.
Once they were gone, Zeus would create a new race of humans—one prone to slaughter and destruction. They would become the very foundation of Tartarus's abyss.
Hestia shared this information with Bolos, hoping to dissuade him from acting recklessly.
"Zeus has his path to becoming King of the Gods. I, too, have my own path to becoming God. I will not retreat because of hardship."
With those words, Bolos looked toward the church ahead.
Holy light had already begun to spread within it.
Not just here—every church across the entire world now glowed with a faint, sacred light.
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