"What are you trying to do? Aren't you afraid of the danger?"
Hestia didn't understand what Bolos was about to do.
This kind of holy light had once shone across heaven and earth, making nearly every Divine Being aware of it.
Now that Zeus was actively searching for Bolos, for him to reveal such radiant light so brazenly—it was like announcing his presence to all the gods and inviting trouble.
"Those with unwavering faith possess glory. If one fears danger, where is that glory?" Bolos asked himself solemnly, then continued, "It's time to preach."
"Preach?" Hestia was confused by the word.
Bolos didn't explain. His human avatar walked straight into the church.
He had a feeling that after this moment, his Path of Faith would take another step forward—into the third stage: the Foundation of Glory.
Reaching this stage meant crossing from the "Material World" into the "Formative World," attaining power equal to the Supreme Gods of this realm.
As he stepped inside and stood atop the central dome, sacred light flooded the church completely. It pierced the darkness that blanketed the world, sweeping away confusion from the hearts of mankind.
The Silver Humans saw him and immediately cried out in awe, "Great Creator, you have come!"
"Lord, we have waited for you so long. Please help us! Deliver us from our fate of entering darkness!"
Bolos gazed at them with compassion and gently said:
"Those who believe in me shall attain eternal life."
This proclamation didn't just echo within this church—it rang out in every church across the world. Wherever there were humans inside, they heard it and saw the image of Bolos standing atop the dome.
"Lord, have we not believed in you enough?"
"Yes, Lord, you are the only Divine Being we worship. Please grant us eternal life."
Hearing Bolos utter the words "Those who believe in me shall attain eternal life," the Silver Humans grew even more fervent.
Their voices, amplified by the divine power of Bolos's faith, resonated across all churches like a global broadcast. The faithful in other places were overjoyed.
"Lost lambs, I shall make a covenant with you."
"Those among you with steadfast faith, after death, shall enter Paradise and live eternally. Those who, while dwelling in darkness, still look to the light, shall enter Paradise and live eternally. Those who spread my word and preach my teachings shall enter Paradise and live eternally after death."
"The gates of Paradise—past, present, and future—are forever open to you."
"I shall wait for your arrival in Paradise."
After Bolos finished his proclamation, the world he had created appeared above the church, its gate wide open.
Sacred light streamed from this portal, bathing all below.
Then, they saw with their own eyes as Bolos flew into the gate, entering that mysterious, unknowable world filled with beauty and peace.
Paradise.
That was the name of this world.
After Bolos entered, several other individuals had their souls leave their bodies and followed him through the gate.
These were people whose lives had once been saved by Hestia's "holy water." Their faith in the Creator was already unwavering.
Now, with the gates of Paradise open and Bolos's guidance shining clearly, they naturally followed their faith and entered Bolos's Paradise.
"Is it truly possible to enter Paradise?"
Bolos's own entrance had seemed natural enough to the people, but seeing those others follow after him—that deeply moved them.
They began to believe that Paradise was real. The only reason they couldn't enter was because their faith wasn't pure enough.
"Could one who looks to the light while in darkness truly enter Paradise?"
"Could one who spreads the Lord's word and preaches his message truly enter Paradise?"
They immediately realized that there were two other ways, even for those whose faith wasn't strong yet, to enter Paradise.
A flicker of hope finally took root in their hearts, no longer consumed by despair.
The holy light blooming across the world was soon spotted by Helios, the Sun God, during his celestial patrol.
He instantly remembered the sacred radiance from a hundred years prior, which had illuminated the entire world. This light was nearly identical.
If he recalled correctly, the light back then had also originated from Bolos, the son of Metis, and that unique Divine Artifact he wielded.
According to both Zeus and Hera, whoever could obtain that Divine Artifact and bring Bolos before Hera would not only become one of the twelve Supreme Gods of Olympus but also marry The Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite.
The thought made Helios's heart burn with desire.
Unfortunately, by the time he looked over, Bolos had already entered the world he had created, and Helios saw nothing.
All he could see was that, where the light was brightest, two goddesses stood—it was Hestia, the eldest sister of Zeus, and Demeter, the second.
"It seems they arrived before me and couldn't find Bolos either."
Helios assumed that Hestia was helping her sister Demeter obtain the final seat among Olympus's Supreme Gods.
Disappointed, he could only turn to report to Zeus.
…
"Stop crying. What good will that do? Can it bring Persephone back?"
Hestia felt overwhelmed looking at her grieving sister.
"But Hades draws power from the entire world of the Underworld. Even if we join forces, we're still no match for him."
Demeter wept bitterly, her despair echoing that of the Silver Humans earlier.
Hestia fell silent. What Demeter said was true.
Upon the sea, Hestia had confidence she could stand equal to Hades. Upon the land, she might even surpass him.
But in the Underworld—territory carved out by the primordial King of the Gods, Uranus—Hades held absolute Authority. Hestia could do nothing.
"No matter what, we should at least go speak to him."
The situation among the three brothers of Zeus was complicated enough. Now Demeter and her daughter were involved as well. Even Hestia didn't know how to resolve it.
After thinking it through, she decided they must go to the Underworld and plead with Hades to release Persephone.
At the very least, they couldn't allow Persephone to remain trapped in the Underworld for all eternity.
"When should we set out?"
Hearing Demeter's question, Hestia glanced around, slightly worried. "Let's wait a while. I want to make sure Bolos is alright before we leave."
"That was Bolos?"
Demeter finally realized the Divine Being who had saved her from Poseidon's grasp and ridden her all this way was none other than the famous son of Metis.
She had heard his name constantly among the gods lately.
"Yes, that's Bolos!"
A cold voice echoed from the sky.
It was their younger brother—The King of the Gods, Zeus!
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