Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Nevermind."

Struggling to bend at the waist, Chiron did his best to enter the secret passage in a position resembling someone reclining 'on horseback.'

Mount Olympus was once transformed from the body of the progenitor of all mountains, and only Divine Power could destroy it.

Since it couldn't be enlarged, then so be it.
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Although it was a bit difficult, he could still slowly make his way up the Mount of the Gods.

…

On Mount Olympus, inside the Temple of the Sun God.

Helios's former dwelling was peaceful, with only the Chariot of the Sun continuously emitting its radiant light.

The pole, axle, and wheels were like Gold, the spokes of the wheels like silver, and the bit reserved for restraining the beasts was studded with sparkling gemstones that made a crisp sound in the wind.

Beside the Divine Artifact was Achilles, bound within a Golden Net.

Bang—

Flexing his arms, Achilles tried once again to break free, but he failed once again.

The net forged by Hephaestus wasn't indestructible, but it wasn't something his current strength could easily shake either.

Moreover, in addition to the Golden Net, the Sun Chariot was actually suppressing Achilles's movements as well.

This was also why there were no guards here, for ordinary guards were no match for the Might spontaneously emitted by this Divine Artifact, and true Deities would not stoop to guarding this place.

"Ares..."

Muttering this name, Achilles felt he had placed too much trust in the Deities.

The mighty War God had resorted to such underhanded tactics against him, which was utterly despicable.

Someday, he too would use this Golden Net to bind his adversary in front of an army of thousands, letting him also endure the humiliation he had suffered.

Ding—

"Hm?"

His expression changing slightly, Achilles quickly turned his head.

Just now, he thought he heard some noise coming from beneath the ground.

But this was Mount Olympus, the palace of the Sun God.

How could there possibly be life existing underneath here, or had the Sun God become so blind as to neglect his own palace?

Ding...

Ding-ding—

Crack—

The sound didn't stop but continued instead.

Suddenly, with the sound of stone slabs moving, a crack in the temple floor opened up.

In the astonished gaze of Achilles, a familiar figure emerged from within.

"Teacher?!"

"How did you—"

"—Keep your voice down!"

Snapping in a low tone, Chiron cast a somewhat exasperated look at his disheveled student in front of him.

Although his eyes remained bright, his torn clothes still proved that he had not had an easy time lately.

He had long told him to remain humble and cautious, yet he still did not listen, resulting in his current predicament.

"Alright, we'll talk about your issues once we're back. Do you really think after causing such a mess, no one could deal with you?"

"Now, listen to me, and then we must leave quickly."

Speaking gravely, the Centaur didn't give Achilles a chance to respond.

With every minute that passed, their peril increased, and he couldn't afford to waste any time.

Thus, with just a few words, Chiron laid out his plan.

"So you've found me an immensely powerful Divine Artifact, one that can command the Sun and slay Divine forms. And you came here today to help me escape from Mount Olympus?"

"What else?"

Chiron replied, his face expressing some relief.

"I had originally planned to force my way to where you were imprisoned, seize the opportunity to give you the Divine Sword, and then fight our way out of Mount of the Gods."

"That would not have been an easy task, we could have both wound up staying here permanently. Otherwise, since it happens to be unguarded, we are spared a lot of trouble."

"As long as you cut through this Golden Net now and leave with me, no one will notice your tracks."

"By the time the All Gods realize, we would have already left Mount of the Gods."

Chiron's plan seemed flawless, and Achilles thought the same.

Because of Hephaestus's plan with the Sun Chariot, a brief window of opportunity had presented itself here.

If he wanted, he wouldn't need to fight, wouldn't need to face any deity, he could leave right now.

But at this moment, Achilles's mind went back to the fruitless Thunder during the daylight.

That was the Might of the Divine King, the Thunder that punishes All Spirits, yet surprisingly, it had no effect on him.

The young hero didn't understand the domain of the gods; in his view, since Thunder couldn't harm him, it meant that the Divine King wasn't much after all.

Maybe the teacher was not necessarily right; after all, he himself admitted that he didn't comprehend the true extent of the power the Divine King possessed.

"...Teacher, let me take a look at this sword first."

A moment of silence passed before Achilles spoke in a low voice.

And Chiron, not finding this unusual, simply tossed the stone casket from behind him.

The Light of the Sun God's Chariot could have prevented anything from coming close to Achilles, but the stone casket showed no reaction to the light.

Thus, watching the casket fall before him, Achilles reached out his hand.

The lid of the stone casket was shifted inch by inch, and the young hero felt a boundless heat wave rising over him.

Skin, organs, flesh, bones.

Without color, without shape, unobservable, untouchable.

It was as if he were in the center of the Great Day, scorched by endless light and heat—if it had been any other being, they would have been in unbearable pain, even if immortal, by this moment.

However, Achilles was the exception; he reached into the stone casket as if he didn't feel anything at all.

This infinite strength simply could not harm him, and it remained so even as he gripped the hilt of the sword.

"Is this... the Sun..."

His right hand didn't retract, although Achilles knew that with just one swing of the sword, he could slice through the Golden Net, and with another, bring down The Temple.

The Divine Artifact from the Nine Realms, now bearing the power of Chaos's Sun, had grown even stronger, and subconsciously, the young hero felt like he understood so much more.

In the mythology of Scandinavia, this sword was once held by the fire Titans, leading to the twilight of the All Gods, slaying the deities of Asgard.

At this moment, if it were not for the knowledge that the gods' immortality could not be defied, Achilles even felt that he could truly kill that ridiculous War God and become the new master of War.

"...This is, the Sun."

Still not retracting his hand, Achilles looked towards the nearby Sun Chariot.

An invisible link seemed to form between the two, or rather, through him as a medium, the two Divine Artifacts were resonating with each other.

At the same time, Achilles felt a yearning.

A part of the sword was yearning for something... and it was inside the Sun Chariot.

"Huh—"

Withdrawning his hand, Achilles suddenly closed the stone casket.

He looked up slightly, gazing at his teacher.

To save him from Mount of the Gods, the teacher must have put in a lot of effort... but unfortunately, he was going to disappoint him.

"Teacher, I do not plan to leave this place, at least not now."

"The power of this sword is strong, beyond my imagination. It can do many things, and I am grateful for you bringing it to me, but I can't just leave like this."

"After this failure, I have recognized my own shortcomings, but since there are shortcomings, all the more I must remedy them."

"And now, there happens to be such an opportunity."

Speaking calmly, touching the stone casket, Achilles said deliberately.

"Just like this sword."

"It was once damaged, and then reforged in flame, and this time, I will be the same."

"The strongest spear, the sturdiest shield, they will gather with me and together we will overturn Mount of the Gods."