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“In the past, when the Creator Prometheus committed a grave sin in the Divine Court, he did not deny his guilt. The Divine King judged him, and as punishment, withdrew his blessings from humanity.”

“Now, the Divine King has given the first woman, Pandora, to another participant in the creation of humans, the afterthought Epimetheus, and also bestowed upon him a gift from Hades. Hades cautioned him: This gift contains the sufferings and calamities of the Mortal Realm, and you must not open it. Yet, in the end, they were released.”

“So…” someone asked anxiously, “High Priest, are all the epidemics we’ve recently encountered originating from Pandora, from that ‘woman’?”

“Yes.”

His expression growing graver, Momon nodded slightly.

“Then is the deity sending down oracles to help us out of these calamities?” someone else asked.

“No. The Divine King’s words are absolute. When Hades’ gift was opened in the Mortal Realm, it was as if he permitted their existence; this cannot be undone.”

“As for the oracle’s final content…”

Holding up the golden token, Momon began to speak:

“The Divine King rules the Sky and the Earth; the Sea Emperor rules the seas and storms; Hades presides over the underground mines and the Underworld.”

“Because of humanity, Hades has been able to spread his majesty upon the earth, which has deeply displeased the Sea Emperor. Thus, he will, today, rectify this error.”

“Rectify the error, you mean…”

“Exactly.”

Looking at the humans before him, Momon spoke calmly:

“We are that error.”

…

Above the expansive and limitless ocean, as calm as ever, was the sea area near the Sea Emperor’s palace, with a faint divine force encircling the surroundings.

Ever since Poseidon claimed this place from the line of the ancient Sea God, there have been no calamities here, as he is the master of [Storm] and [Tsunami]. Even the latter, having been forged into a Divine Artifact by the Cyclops, did not affect its master’s use.

However, on this day, beneath this tranquil sea surface, a significant number of shadows had unknowingly gathered. Above the sea, the waves too were lifting up a figure.

With a human torso and a fish tail, looking very young and bearing some resemblance to Poseidon, that was the Sea Emperor’s firstborn and Amphitrite’s son, the demigod Triton.

At this moment, he was holding a blue Trident in his hand. An invisible force was flowing through the weapon, and the ocean’s depth and anger seemed to manifest on this Divine Artifact.

“Such a powerful force, this Divine Artifact… is this what it feels like to be a True God?”

“I was so weak in the past. Before a true deity, I was nothing but an existence that could be easily killed.”

Intoxicated, this was the first time Triton had felt the power to shake the seas.

In the Third Era, as more and more mortal things were born, deities began to frequently produce offspring that were not eternal, and he was one of them.

As the Sea Emperor’s firstborn, Triton had noble blood but not matching strength. Even though most deities treated him with courtesy for his father’s sake, he still felt they were mocking him, scoffing at his weakness, laughing at him for being mortal and killable.

This made him crave power all the more, and at the same time, hate mortals even more.

“It’s a pity that I can only possess this Divine Artifact for a while…”

With some regret, immersed in the sensation of ‘boundless’ power, Triton couldn’t help but lightly swing the Trident in his hand.

The next moment, wherever his gaze reached, hundred-meter-high waves rose from nothing, with everything happening so effortlessly. With the Divine Artifact in hand, Triton even felt his senses infinitely extended, as if this vast expanse of sea had become part of his body, which could surge just by a thought.

This is how True Gods wield their authority; they don’t need to know how to do it, they just ‘think’, and the things of their authority respond to them. This is also a rare power for deities at sea; otherwise, with the Trident forged from Poseidon’s [Tsunami] godhood, it could shake a thousand miles of coast.

This is the value of Divine Artifacts; in the hands of the powerful, they can become even mightier, but in the hands of the weak, they still possess fundamental power. Although the Trident of the Sea Emperor lacks quite a bit compared to a High-Grade Artifact due to Poseidon’s realm being too sparse, it suffices to grant Triton the divine authority of a true deity.

“Hahaha, come—”

With a hearty laugh, Terry raised the Trident high above. Instantly, the ocean’s currents heeded his call, with wave upon wave churning up.

And amongst the waves, the dark shadows that had been lurking below the sea’s surface began to surface one after another. Some were the offspring of Pontus, the primordial Sea God, father of the Sea Monsters; others were creatures that had been imbued with the blood of marine deities in numerous divine wars, gaining greater strength from the Divine Blood, and instinctively obeying the progeny of powerful deities.

Low intelligence, fierce courage, ferocious appearance—these demonic monsters in the eyes of mortals had been summoned by the Sea Emperor and now submitted to the power of his weapon.

Stroking the Trident, Terry reveled in this commanding sensation, his only regret being the low intelligence of the sea monsters.

However, that was sufficient. Grasping the Divine Artifact, Terry pointed it forward and said with a buoyant spirit,

“Follow the waves, kill every living thing you see——”

“—No, wait.”

Suddenly remembering his father’s advice, Terry frowned but still retracted his words.

There were two he couldn’t kill, for the Divine King had other plans for them. Terry had no objection to this; after all, they were Demigods, not like those lowly mortals.

“Then let me say it again—apart from the two Demigods named Pitha and Deucalion, kill every living thing you see.”

With a grin, Terry mimicked his father’s tone, oozing with killing intent, and said,

“Leave not one alive.”

As his words ended, under the power of the Divine Artifact, towering waves surged toward the land; among the roaring, the sea monsters too advanced forward.

On the earth, without the enhancement of Divine Power, mere seawater might not be able to drown all mortals, but with these monsters, it was a different story.

Terry believed he would accomplish this task very well. Even at this moment, he was already considering how to dawdle a bit longer.

“The destruction of humanity, I can’t do it too quickly.”

Sitting on a ‘throne’ formed of seawater, behind the multitude of sea monsters, Terry pondered in silence.

“If I kill them all too fast, I won’t own the Divine Artifact once the task is over.”

“Such an opportunity doesn’t come by often, I should enjoy it a little longer.”

…

Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm, Laine was explaining the various aspects of the world to Bai.

He was talking about the third layer of the Spirit Realm, telling the young dragon that as a dragon governing the realm of the heart, it was very suitable for her to be active there in the future.

Part of the Spirit Realm, yet intertwined with the hearts and dreams of all beings in the world, Bai could witness the variegated aspects of the world and understand the love and hatred between living beings there.

If she was interested, she could also travel within the dreams of living beings and come into contact with reality to experience the sensations of mortal life.

“Why have you stopped?”

Suddenly, the young dragon, who had been listening with great interest, lifted her head and looked at Laine not far away.

There, Laine had stopped speaking at some point and had stood up from his seat.

“Hmm… I have some matters to attend to.”

With a smile, Laine then cautioned,

“You stay here by yourself for a while. Just remember, if anyone comes here other than me, do not pay them any attention; they won’t notice you.”

“I understand.”

The clear, childlike voice echoed in Laine’s mind, and the young dragon then lay down on a dragon egg, boredly closing her eyes. Seeing this, Laine chuckled and then casually picked up the black cloak that was draped over the chair.

A promise made must be kept. Humanity was about to be destroyed, and now, he needed to visit the Mortal Realm.

It was just unknown what direction the end of Bronze Humanity would take this time.