Chapter 929: Chapter 380: Door in the Pupil

East Sea, Nameless Sea.

A few days ago, after preparing everything, Hermes boarded the Cloud Car driven by the Fates in the high tower.

In another world, this common frame between the gods he had ridden more than once, but indeed, this was his first time using it in this life.

However, considering that Lachesis had already guessed his identity as a transmigrator, Hermes simply gave up the disguise and did not pretend to be inexperienced.

After all, at this point, it was meaningless to feign ignorance. Apart from superficial compliance, in this small matter, it was better to be casual.

That was what Hermes thought and did.

However, what he didn’t expect was that when this familiarity was perceived by Lachesis, the Fate Goddess had a different interpretation.

“…Mr. Hermes.”

“As a Great Alchemist deeply cooperating with the Royal Family of Athens, are you very familiar with the Goddess Athena of Wisdom?”

Inside the cloud car, after enduring for more than ten days,

On the eve of reaching their destination, looking at the handsome and distinguished Hermes, Lachesis still asked this question.

The speed of the cloud car was not fast; as a ceremonial tool, its speed was not much stronger than that of a mortal ship.

Yet, even at such a slow pace, enough time had passed for them to cross the near sea to the location of that initiator of the disaster.

“…Princess Athena?”

Startled slightly, sitting by the cloud car window, Hermes slowly opened his eyes.

Along the way, the Great Alchemist had been somewhat silent, partly because he felt he had nothing to say, and partly because of the incomplete portal entrenched in his body.

As the only person in the world who had successfully transmigrated between fantasy and reality, Hermes’ existence was also the only vessel that could barely sustain Her from collapsing immediately.

But for him, this act was like carrying a mountain on his back, certainly not an easy feat.

“Lady Lachesis, I’m afraid you are mistaken.”

“I immensely admire Princess Athena’s wisdom, and staying in Athens, I’ve also heard many tales about the goddess.”

“But to be factual, I haven’t had much interaction with her.”

“So, if you wish to know something about her, it would be better to seek answers from Fate itself rather than from me.”

“Compared to my shallow knowledge, She will surely respond to you.”

Unsure why the other party asked this question, Hermes cautiously spoke.

In another corner of the cloud car, having received the reply, Lachesis could only accept it.

Perhaps she had thought too much, he wouldn’t deceive her.

After all, cloud cars are not uncommon, and Hermes might not have seen it at Athena’s place.

But regardless, this discovery still somewhat depressed Lachesis.

Under the influence of that inexplicable intimacy, the Fate Goddess only hoped that he belonged solely to her.

Besides that, it would be best if no other gods and humans were involved with him.

Yes, belonging solely to her… Anxiously gripping the window ridge, Lachesis herself wasn’t clear where this inexplicable desire came from.

Though as one of the three gods of Mount Nysa, she had seen countless loves and hatreds of living beings in Fate, and even with these experiences, she could perfectly impersonate another person, just like becoming Helen to deceive Paris’s trust.

But at that time, it felt like a player manipulating a character in a game; although she could make the correct judgement, a sense of detachment was hard to hide.

When it came to experiencing this incomprehensible emotion personally, Lachesis immediately didn’t know what to do.

She could only recall the various lives seen in the fate of all beings, trying to find similar cases.

Possessiveness, or admiration?

Unsure whether to nod or shake her head.

Just like a girl on a suspension bridge unable to distinguish panic from being smitten, at this moment, looking at the side profile of Hermes, Lachesis covered her heart.

She couldn’t differentiate this emotion, and the only somewhat similar thing, however, seemed so absurd to her.

To mend the flaw in fate, a life born that shouldn’t have been born.

The inherent complementarity, perhaps… could this be destined love?

“…Cough cough.”

“Lady Lachesis, we’ve arrived.”

“Ah?”

A light cough, Hermes’s lips twitched.

He forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, alerting Lachesis, who seemed as if awakening from a deep dream.

The cloud car had already stopped a while ago, the Great Alchemist didn’t know that the Fate Goddess had just been contemplating her ‘true destined one’—and that person was him.

At this moment, Hermes only felt that she was audacious to this extent.

Since suddenly mentioning Athena, Lachesis had been watching him with an intense gaze, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

No, to be exact, this kind of gaze had been there since not long ago when they arrived at the high tower, only now, she no longer concealed it.

“Lady Lachesis, I mean, we’ve arrived.”

Taking a deep breath, Hermes repeated again.

And this time, Lachesis finally reacted.

A blush flashed across the face of the Fate Goddess, seemingly realizing her own distraction, Lachesis somewhat embarrassingly apologized:

“…I’m very sorry, Mr. Hermes, just now—”

“No worries, the important matters are pressing.”

Speaking quickly, not wanting to elaborate.

Hermes didn’t wait for her to respond; he took the lead and walked down the cloud car.

At this moment, they seemed to be stopped above a large island, and a real layer of clouds separated the mortal’s upward line of sight.

From a high vantage point, many ships could be seen nearby, and many figures were moving around on the island.

Those were the Athenian army, and as for this island, it seemed that humans had lived here not long ago.

But now, looking again, Hermes could only see sights washed away by great waters; all the original inhabitants were nowhere to be seen.

Considering the recent events over the ocean, the Great Alchemist probably guessed the cause and aftermath of the situation.

This is a terrible disaster, and the source of the disaster lies with the Divine King and Poseidon.

In that shocking change unknown and unfathomable to Hermes, the humans on this island may have suffered terribly, swept away by the mad sea, leaving behind only an empty island.

As for why the Athenians are here… it seems they plan to use this place as a new stronghold.

“Mr. Hermes, it seems that the human is nearby…”

The voice came from behind, and Lachesis’s gaze swept over everything beneath the clouds.

Paying no attention to the busy mortals, she stepped down from the Cloud Car, the Fates searching for their target.

There are countless mortals on the island, and searching for them one by one would be a time-consuming task.

However, as Lachesis’s gaze swept over the land, suddenly, an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

Near the only volcano on the island, she instantly locked onto a figure.

“It’s him—Hermes, it’s him!”

“Quick, capture him!”

The voice was excited and somewhat thrilled to see that figure, Lachesis almost immediately sensed an unusual intuition.

This feeling was hard to describe, and the backlash from fate also seemed to make this feeling vague.

But compared to Atropos, the backlash Lachesis bore was far too little.

Stepping forward, at this moment, the goddess felt as if her spirituality was in fear, yet also leaping for joy.

“Is it him, I understand now.”

Hermes also noticed the figure, speaking calmly.

He had seen the man at the coronation ceremony of the New King of Athens.

Although that ceremony was unrelated to him, having enjoyed a pleasant collaboration with Theseus, he still paid some attention to the New King.

In his memory, that was a Godhood Practitioner with an unknown power source, apparently worshipping some deity he had no recollection of in the Fantasy World.

Just unexpected, that the person Lachesis referred to was him.

Shifting his gaze, Hermes looked at the Fate in front of him.

In his eyes, the Gate of Starlight shone brightly.

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Underworld, wrapped in the domain of night.

Night rises and day sets, tides ebb and flow.

When the daylight arrives in the Mortal Realm, the tides of Eternal Night also withdraw, returning to this eternally peaceful Holy Land.

On a path flickering with stardust, Hypnos, the God of Sleep, continues cautiously forward, remembering.

Sometimes, terrifying Life forms approach here, yet they seem to dread the residual Strength on this path, never daring to come forward.

This is the outskirts of the Land of Eternal Night, where remnants from the dawn of creation turn into real Life under the touch of Spirituality.

They adhere to Chaos and Fear, Silence and nightmares, following their own nature, attempting to destroy all living beings in the world.

The deeper inside, the more sparse and powerful these Life forms become.

Until crossing a certain boundary point, a place where even the pale Somnus Blossom no longer grows, the power of the night itself gradually thins out.

No one could have imagined that at the central position of the Land of Eternal Night, the power of the night would no longer dominate.

Instead, three never-before-seen rules in the outer world prevail.

[Fate and Karma]

[Inevitable Constants]

[Natural Order]

They form a stable triangle, supporting a piece of sky at the core of Eternal Night.

Interweaving with each other, they seem to constitute three blurred shadows.

There are no vivid phenomena, no terrifying pressures.

They merely exist there, as if the midpoint of the heavens and universe, the cornerstone for the operation of all things.

Step…

Step…

Step—

A black veil covering the face, the hem of the dress trailing on the ground.

For the umpteenth time, Nyx walked into the center of her own domain.

She doesn’t seek anything; just stepping in, a resonance subtly appears on her.

The three shadows seem to become active, or perhaps they were meant to be active, just restrained by something.

And at this moment, at least here, Ms. Night is convinced that she is invincible in the world.

“…To be invincible in the world… it doesn’t seem that hard, right, Laine?”

“But would you desire such power?”

“…”

No one responded, and Nyx did not expect anyone else to respond to her.

After a while, she gently raised her hand, gazing at her three shadows, and pressed her palm against one of them.

The black dress shook, and the night color deepened.

The power of Eternal Night once again dominated her domain, and secrecy re-shrouded the area.

Who knows how long it has been, Nyx slowly withdrew her hand and stepped back.

Her breath slightly weakened, yet within her own domain, she instantly recovered as usual.

From ancient times to today, all Gods have their authority.

And in the Mortal Realm of Chaos, there are three Goddesses who claim they can wield fate.

But in reality, since the birth of the world, the one who truly holds fate has always been only one.

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