Leaving the spirit realm, armed with a special well and a borrowed artifact, the whip, Iapetus returned to the abode of Mother Earth.

Although with the Golden Age of Life as a template, the God of Speech only needs to tinker with it, but it is still not an easy job.

For this reason, he decisively accepted Ryan's suggestion, took a detour to the underworld, and took his two children over. He asked the clever Prometheus to help him adjust the shell of life, and the dull Epimetheus to help him remember the character and endowment that different beings should have.

As he expected, both gods did a good job. Over the centuries, horses, jackals, and all sorts of life that were common to later generations became recognizable, and they no longer looked as strange as their distant cousins in their golden age.

And the character that the gods once defined for their ancestors was also inherited by the silver generation. Loyal, cruel, docile, cunning, all kinds of different natures are manifested by the well water of the [Well of Origin] under the action of divine power, and give different lives.

However, for the sake of secrecy, Iapertus only made a pair of each life, and then protected them with divine powers. He planned to wait until everything was ready, and then use the artifact that had created people to turn them into a race, so as not to be noticed by the watcher in advance.

The god of speech was preparing, and in all these years, a big thing had happened again in Kaos. Three hundred and ninety years after the birth of Hestia and Demeter, the third daughter of the god-king was born. Under the proclamation of the laws of the world, all the gods knew her name, Hera, the goddess of fertility.

On the day she was born, some of the authority in Mother Earth that was related to the original fertility was severed again.

[Fertility], which is the reward given to the Titan gods by Kaos when he conceived them with the Heavenly Father. Patriarchy put Ouranos on the throne, and the power of procreation made Gaia a god, and while it could not strengthen the gods themselves as much as the former, it could bring power to spouses and offspring.

This is the most suitable theocracy for the queen of God, so Hera's birth has also attracted more attention. However, just like her two older sisters, no one has ever seen her except on the day of Shinshen's birthday.

Time passed, when the god Rhea became pregnant again, when Iapetus created more and more silver life, time finally came to a certain point.

It wasn't because of an accident, it wasn't because of the divine war, the human beings of the golden age really came to the end that fate allowed.

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At the foot of Odils Mountain, in front of the Colora Temple.

"This is the first few."

Another slab was buried in the ground, and Hewa asked Cohen.

The upper part of the slab is exposed to the surface, and the lower part is deep into the earth. When the human it corresponds to is in its final days, a body will be buried in front of the stone slab.

Even if the humans of the Golden Age died, their bodies would not decay for thousands of years.

"How many? I don't remember exactly. ”

"As a historian, you know their numbers better than I do. After all, for every person who dies, you carve the past for him, and let them worship the gods as they did when they were alive. ”

Sitting beside Hewa, the king of the golden humans scanned his surroundings. Compared to a few months ago, the area around the temple was much more sparsely populated.

After all, golden humans are God's creatures, and they are all beings thrown out by the Creator's whip. Therefore, whether it is strength, endurance, or even longevity, they are strikingly similar.

When the first human lost his ageless appearance and died in just a few days, a large number of humans followed. Half a year has passed, and the human tribes under the sacred mountain have been half empty.

However, human beings are not afraid of this, not only because they have no fear of emotion, but also because they know that death is only the beginning of another life.

Prometheus, the wise man of the seer, had told them that around the sun, around those shining stars, there were golden human spirits living there. They can continue to serve God, even in the vast starry sky.

However, it is said that there seems to be little communication between the gods on the stars and those on the sacred mountain.

"Did the gods send down oracles?"

Holding the stone knife, his hands kept moving, and Hewa asked casually:

"Death is not terrible, but when we die, the temple will be uncleaned, the gods will be unworshipped, and that is the biggest problem."

"Nope."

Although Hewa didn't look at him, Cohen shook his head.

It's like he's forgotten, and since the life of Hekate left, he's rarely received oracles from the god-king. Only a few times do gods pass by occasionally.

"Maybe the gods don't care, they don't care about the temple and the faith."

Somehow, Cohen remembered the dream he once had.

The goddess in the dream refused him to build a temple and did not intend for Cohen to pray to her. Over the years, he gradually understood the other party's thoughts, after all, even the gods on the sacred mountain only cared more about the act of human 'sacrifice' itself.

The gods don't get much out of human sacrifices, they just have some fun with it. So when there are other things, it is natural to relax the focus on them.

"Also, for the eternal gods, human beings are naturally insignificant, and even these stone tablets I carved will not last forever after all."

After carving the last stroke, Hewa looked at it for a while, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it aside, and picked up a new stone slab.

"But in a few days, I'm afraid you'll be the only one left. When the time comes, you will have to take the trouble of carving my life on a stone tablet and burying me in the earth, so that my past will be with God. ”

"If you're lucky enough to be chosen to be in the heavens and be in the company of the star gods, I'll watch you, Cohen—"

"I will."

Whispering, Cohen knew what the other meant. As the first human, he was the most different.

Compared to the others, Cohen can feel that he still has a long life to live. He didn't know when he would die, maybe a thousand years from now, maybe ten thousand years from now, but by no means now.

"I will guard this place, whether God cares about us or not, but the human reverence for the gods will never change."

"Under the watchful eye of the stars, I will guard this place until the end of the years."

Looking at Hewa's face that had begun to age at some point, and for some reason, a strange emotion welled up in Cohen's heart.

He didn't know what the emotion was, but he had never seen it in any other golden human. He didn't know if it was because he was the first human or because of the dream that he still remembered, but Cohen instinctively didn't want to face it.

So he stood up, said hello to Hewa, and walked in the direction of the temple.

At this moment, only the gods can give him a moment of peace of mind.

(End of chapter)