Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

After finishing up the task at hand, he finally relaxed a bit. Maintaining the stability of the negative energy interface required his presence, but it was not too energy-consuming, so Laine finally had time to pay attention to what had just happened.

Of course, he kept an eye on everything that happened in Mother Earth's orchard; it's just that the nymph called Moanda didn't much concern him.

As Mother Earth's maid and the guardian of the Golden Apple Orchard, her only use was to serve as a tool, a means to avoid Gaia's arrangements left in the Golden Apple Orchard. Beyond that, her worth was as a teaching material.

After all, if she could stab Gaia in the back, she could betray others. Though Laine was not particularly afraid of betrayal from his subordinates, he was more interested in the original consciousness of the Golden Apple Tree than in keeping such a person around.

Moanda herself didn't notice, even assuming that her transmigration was supposed to be this way, but in actuality, since she "saw" the entire process of the Golden Apple Tree's existence from the beginning, why then didn't the consciousness share its memory with her, leaving her so naive and confused? Everything had a reason, for this memory exchange was unilaterally blocked.

If the memory exchange had occurred normally, the nascent consciousness would have been tainted by Moanda's complex memories and become an existence similar yet different from her, which was not what Laine wanted to see.

So, he blocked it unilaterally, allowing only her spirit to awaken, and then let her rest peacefully within the body of the Golden Apple Tree, sharing everything Moanda saw and perceived, yet untouched by her thoughts.

Under these circumstances, what she could learn from Moanda, this teaching material, was her own affair. Strictly speaking, the other was the original consciousness of the Golden Apple Tree, just like a born deity. Laine helped awaken her wisdom and continue the growth interrupted by Gaia, which was certainly feasible, but to go further and directly do something to her was beyond his power.

"However, speaking of which, I thought that elf would seek out Zeus, or even come to me in the end... Bumping into Erebus was indeed a bit unexpected," he mused.

Shaking his head, Laine was slightly surprised but quickly became indifferent. The inherent will of the current era favored the existence of more intelligent life, so exerting some subtle influence was possible.

After all, the original trajectory of destiny was fixed, making the presence of the era seem rigid and stiff, but when facing the underground world, a place originally outside of fate, it still showed a bit of tendency.

Of course, it was still just a bit. Primordial Gods still had the possibility of choosing to personify, while the world itself had absolutely no chance to choose. Unless the world was destroyed and then birthed a taboo life like the Flesh-Mother Tree.

"Besides, there's also this 'ransom'... Better to just let her remain there."

Glancing at the newly formed negative energy interface, Laine decided to let things take their own course, which was in line with his plans. After all, what Moanda was doing was exactly what he desired.

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To create a life form that could proliferate in the underground world, Moanda was indeed suitable. For the underground world that had just appeared, not even the surface of the Spirit Realm had had time to cover it; indeed, making life possible there required someone to work hard at it.

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The current era, Olympus.

The affairs of the underground were still beyond the Divine King's notice, after all, he hadn't even thoroughly dominated the surface yet.

As lightning streaked across the sky, he hurried back to Mount of the Gods. It was only upon returning to this place where the shackles of the current era were absent that the Divine Power surging within him restored some of Zeus's confidence.

The matter about Artemis could only be set aside for now. He would wait until he had completed some of the rituals before addressing it. Currently, what he needed to consider was another matter.

Apollo, his eldest son; he needed him to grow up as quickly as possible and become the first real aid he could freely command by his side. However, to do this perfectly, the Divine King still needed a 'good assistant.'

"Hera, I wonder if she's still on Mount of the Gods right now, I suppose I need to find her... Hmm?"

Just as he landed in front of the palace and prepared to summon the God of West Wind for information, Zeus unexpectedly found the resigned Wind Gods and Hera waiting there together.

In fact, he was prepared for Hera to ignore his command and angrily leave to trouble Leto, but it seemed his Heavenly Empress was still considerate of the bigger picture.

Of course, it was also possible that she realized the irreversibility of the situation. After all, Apollo was already born, and whatever she did was meaningless.

"Hera, my dear, what brings you here today?" he asked.

With a hundred thoughts swirling in his mind but appearing as if he knew nothing, Zeus simply waved his hand.

Seeing this unmistakable gesture, Zephyrus quickly transformed into wind and departed, leaving the Divine King couple alone.

"Why pretend to be clueless, Zeus? I wield the Divine Authority of Fertility far more adeptly than you, and just because they are not my offspring doesn't mean I am unaware of their arrival," Hera scoffed coldly, yet she waited for Zephyrus to leave before speaking. Looking at the Divine King before her, her previously calm mood soured once again.