Since the night of the spiritual number, the sky has fallen with fire, and in a blink of an eye, more than 70 years have passed.

Time flies, but nothing has changed around Odils for humans, except for the increasing frequency of the sun's abnormal twinkles and the increasing frequency of starsets.

The environment has not changed because it is affected by the power of Mount Kinabalu, and the scenery is evergreen all year round.

Humanity has not changed, naturally because the humans of the Golden Age were like that, and if it weren't for that unexpected dream, maybe until they died, it wouldn't be any different from when they were born.

However, in the same life, there are a little surprises. The creature that had been brought to the human tribe grew up.

She has the appearance of a god, but she is different from a human. Human beings are like male gods, and she is like goddesses, although she is a goddess who does not grow up.

Although humans never communicate with her according to the orders of the God King, as time passes, some special places in her body will inevitably spread among humans.

The sinner who steals the authority of the gods, as humans call her, and the power she wields. As with the account of Hekate's arrival, it was written on the stone tablet and remained in front of the temple forever.

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Salsa......

Sasha –

Step barefoot on the leaves in the forest and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Hekate, red-haired and red-dressed, walked briskly along the direction of the stream towards the cabin where he lived.

"Lalala——, I can finally go back~"

Humming a little song and finishing a morning of practice by the woods, Hekate was in a good mood.

Or, except when he was a child, Hekate was always in a good mood.

Her height is not very tall, and according to the judgment standard of later generations, she is more than one meter and a half. But with her immature cheeks, it doesn't look abrupt.

Maybe it's because of the lack of divine power, or maybe it's some other reason, in short, it took fifty years for this mythical original fork in the road, the lord of the dead soul, and the Yajun of the underworld to finally enter the stage of rapid growth of the gods.

Then, more than twenty years later, Hekate's appearance remained at fourteen or fifteen years old, and there was no sign of growing up again.

"Uncle Cohen, it's you again~"

After walking a little further, at the corner of a stream not far away, Cohen was standing beside a large bucket that was difficult for one person to hold, scooping water into it with a wooden spoon.

However, Cohen only moved the corner of his eye to Hecate's greeting, and then there was no other response.

"Aren't you the 'king' of mankind, why do you have to fetch water yourself every time?"

Hekate wasn't surprised when she didn't get a response, she just pressed on.

“......”

Cohen was silent about it.

"This is not the case with the god-king on the sacred mountain, he has the nymph fairy and the oak goddess to do things for him. The King of God can command other gods, so why can't you? ”

“......”

Although Cohen is tempted to say, you have never been to the sacred mountain, why do you know about God's affairs? What's more, gods and humans are different, and the god king is even more supreme, but he still didn't respond to Kronos's oracle.

And in fact, in his heart, he felt that if what Hekat said was true, it would not be unreasonable. After all, human beings have equal reverence for God, a concept that was written into the soul at the time of creation. They revere the god-king more, not by nature, but because the other gods worship Kronus as king.

Therefore, human beings still do not understand the fact that God serves other gods. Like the humans on the sea, in their eyes, there is no difference between the god kings and the sea gods.

"It's slow—"

After watching it for a while, Hekat became a little impatient. Although she has gradually become accustomed to it over the years, in her opinion, many of the other party's behaviors are still unacceptable.

For example, if you can walk with a wooden barrel, why use such a small wooden spoon. For example, she tried to teach them other things, but none of them accepted it.

Another example is to be able to build a temple like a hill, but not willing to dig a river to divert water from other places to the settlement.

Hekat hadn't asked, but no one had answered her, and she had secretly heard their conversation with each other, but humans seemed to be used to it.

In people's private words, they will use what the gods teach and will not learn what they don't know. In other words, what Hekat can 'invent' is rejected by the golden humans.

Creation, that is the realm of God. Whatever is created, it is not something that a mortal can do. Gradually, people came to think that she was rejected by God because she had offended God's authority.

"-Forget it, I'll help you."

Ignoring Cohen's silent refusal, Hekate held out his little hand.

She made a snatch motion, and an invisible force followed. In an instant, filled with something in the air, that force formed a large hand of stance.

But all this is invisible to the naked eye. The water in the creek flows out of the shallow and narrow channel as if it were being pulled by some force. In a few breaths, the barrel was filled.

"Alright, Uncle Cohen, your bucket is full~"

"I'm going back."

Clapping his hands, knowing that there would be no feedback, Hekate just smiled, then walked around Cohen and continued towards his residence.

Behind him, Cohen looked at the fiery red figure in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

It's this strange power again. More than 30 years ago, I don't know when, this life that fell from the sky suddenly mastered the power to influence nature.

Although her power is still very weak, far from the supreme power of the gods, many things, there are, are a blasphemy in themselves.

'Sinners...... Stealing the power of the gods? ’

Shaking his head, Cohen picked up the barrel and walked in the direction of the settlement.

This heavy bucket of water, which could not be lifted by ten people in later generations, was like nothing to Cohen. His power was close to the pinnacle of mortal things, and even if he had the right methods, the transcendent realm could not stop him at all.

But there is no path of cultivation in the current world, and even if there is, the golden human race doesn't care about strength. So thousands of years ago, Cohen already had this kind of physique, but thousands of years later, he hasn't changed much.

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Passing by seven fruit trees and avoiding three docile animal nests, the woods gradually thinned out.

In the heart of the woods that Hekate called the 'Red Leaf Forest', the cabin she had built in a clearing was already in sight.

The chalet was originally built by Cohen, but Hekat later remodeled it. She decorated the exterior with flowers and stones of various colors, and used magic to make them evergreen.

Squeak –

"I'm back!"

Pushing open the door and facing the empty wooden house, Hekate said hello to himself.

But no one responded to her. As in the past few decades, no one but herself had ever set foot in this place.

I prepared a dinner for myself – some wild fruits picked on the side of the road. Hekate returned to his bedroom, ready to begin the most anticipated part of the day.

No one is born to know anything but the original Titans, and Hekate is no exception, but she has a little secret that she has never told anyone else.

The year after she stole the words, on the way back to the cabin, she picked up a treasure.