There was no locking the location, no early checking, and when he was ready, Ryan casually took a step and left everything to the unknown.

So when he came out of the spirit realm and came to the realm where man lived, there was a door before him.

This appears to be the interior of a human structure, and this bronze gate divides it into two parts, inside and out. As you can see, there should have been guards here, but now it is empty.

"History, because everything here originated with me, so I came here?"

Although it is done randomly, in the world of mythology, there is no such thing as randomness in the true sense. Being able to come here means that this place has some faint connection with Ryan.

After looking around, he reached out and pushed the door open. The portal, which weighed several tons and required the combined efforts of several people to open, opened in response, revealing the steps behind it.

It looks like it's still a tall building, which is not common among humans today.

Walking in, illuminated by the lights on both sides of the steps, Ryan walked towards the top floor of the building.

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"Click—"

"Whoa—"

The grinding of bronze knives against stone resounded in the elevated room, and an old man with a wrinkled face continued his work.

He was very old, and as one of the first humans to be born by Prometheus, he was nearing the end of his lifespan.

Looking at the furnishings on this floor, there should have been a lot of people here in the past, who were responsible for taking care of and preserving these things, and he was the manager. But now, he's the only one left.

However, sitting in the chair, the old man seemed to be unaware of the change, just quietly carved the things in his hand.

In his palm, patterns and words gradually appeared on the smooth stone slab, and if you looked closely, those patterns formed a tall pillar of fire.

A man with an indistinct face was tied to the pillar of fire, surrounded by onlookers. In mid-air, a goddess holding the scales in her left hand and a long sword in her right hand watched it all.

“.”

".step-"

"Stomble—"

Outside, the sound of footsteps gradually came, from far and near, but the old man did not react. On the table beside him, there were also a number of parchment scrolls, on which were recorded small words.

These were once one of the most valuable treasures of the Bronze Man, but nowadays, they are just a pile of useless ornaments.

"Tread—"

Finally, the footsteps stopped behind the old man. The shadow was reflected on the table in front of him, reminding him of the old man's presence, but he did not react to the unexpected arrival of the stranger.

"If there's anything, please wait a minute, ahem."

The movements of his hands did not stop, and the old man said slowly:

"Whether you will allow me to record these things, please wait for me to finish it, and then you can take it away as a small ornament. If this humble request can be granted, I will thank you for your kindness to me at the end of my life. ”

The old man was about to die, and Ryan saw this, and he contracted the plague. According to the experience of the bronze humans at this time, he would definitely die, but even without this epidemic, he would not have lived long at his original age.

Just like an old saying in the depths of memory, people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death, and the old people are like this now. If it weren't for some of the things he wanted to do, Ryan didn't even think the other party would pay attention to his arrival.

However, looking at the stone carvings that were gradually being completed, his heart moved slightly, and Ryan still asked with interest:

"You guys? Who do you think I am? ”

Climbing hundreds of stairs to the top of this building, Ryan also understood what he was doing here.

Hundreds of wooden shelves are placed in the spacious space, on which various artifacts of writing are stored, and this is the place where human beings have collected knowledge. They recorded the technology handed down by their Creator from the last epoch of mankind and stored it here.

As for the old man in front of him, it seems that he is the one in charge of sorting them out.

"You must be God, as the young people said before, God is coming to destroy mankind. They still wanted me to leave with me, but where could I go, I didn't have long to live, so I just stayed here. ”

"If the Bronze Humans can continue, they will come back one day, and maybe see what I left behind. If the Bronze Humans are going extinct, it doesn't make a difference where I stay. ”

When the painting was finished, the old man began to carve the stone slab again. Looking at this scene, Ryan felt a little familiar.

"Young people? While it is true that the Bronze Humans were created at different ages, you have actually been around for about the same time. It's just that some people are already middle-aged when they are born, and some people are children. ”

Walking to the old man's side, Ryan looked at the slate.

"The length of life is not a measure of youth and old age, this strange highness. Mentality, knowledge, view of the world, that's why I say they're young. ”

Coughing twice, he seemed to be interested in being able to talk to God at the end of his life, and the old man's interest in talking seemed to be strong.

"You're right."

Nodding, Ryan felt that what the old man said made sense. Just like him, although he has lived for tens of thousands of years, no matter how he looks at it, he is younger than the old man in front of him.

Because he has such a state of mind, he still has a desire to explore all things, has his own goals and desires, and will do something on a whim, these things are far more decisive than the length of time he exists.

"Wait a minute, I'm writing it wrong."

Realizing that what the old man said was reasonable, Ryan pointed out a mistake to him.

"Written wrong?"

The right hand stopped, and the old man was as good as a stream:

"I don't know what's wrong?"

It was not the Goddess of Law who approved Mephistopheles' words and then elevated him to the Holy Spirit. Nor does God's punishment begin here. When Prometheus created man, the end of humanity was already doomed. ”

The old man's stone slab seems to connect the collapse of the Temple of the Law, Mephistopheles' ascension to heaven, and all the things that followed. But Ryan knew that the connection between these things was not so strong.

"Bronze humanity is doomed to destruction, this is the will of the god Olympus."

"Why?"

"For it is the seers who created man," Ryan replied with a smile, "and not the god-king." ”

The tall building, lined with parchment rolls and stone carvings, was quiet for a while. The old man was silent for a moment, and what Ryan said he had actually thought about was like this with the previous oracle.

The gods of Olympus seem to have deliberately made humans believe that their calamity is related to the two gods who created them, and the young man may not be able to see it, but he can read the hidden meaning.

However, the traces of the two gods in the human race are too heavy, even in the face of the oracle, people subconsciously blame Pandora, who doesn't know what role they played. This seems to be a sign of respect for the Creator, but instead it has become their way to death.

"It seems that the Bronze Humans really don't have a chance to continue. Only the new human beings will not have an innate respect for the two gods who created man. ”

With a sigh, the old man looked at the half-finished slate and pushed it aside.

He wanted to leave something for future generations, even if this future generation was a human being of the next era. He hoped that just as the Bronze Humans had learned the art of the Golden Humans, future generations of Humans would be able to gain something from the Bronze Humans' legacy, but if they were wrong, then there was no need for him to record them anymore.

"In that case, you are not a god of Olympus."

Finally looking up, the old man looked to his side.

His long black hair fell down his shoulders, and he wore a verdant ring on his finger. The black robe was embroidered with dark gold lines, and they did not seem to be constant, but constantly changing and jumping.

The god didn't look very old, but the old man knew that the age of a god could not be judged by appearance.

"I don't know what you have to tell you when you come here today."

The voice was calm, and although the old man was a little regretful, he was not discouraged, nor did he whisper.

As a god, but talking to him on an equal footing, there must be something that the other party needs him to do. In that case, he has nothing to be inferior to.

As the one who recorded this knowledge, he had read the words of the one who was burned by fire. Some of them he agreed, and some of them he thought were wrong, but there was one point in them that the old man felt was very reasonable.

If there is nothing to ask for, then both parties are equal in spirit. God can threaten the living with death, but not with a dying man.

"Commanded? Not really. ”

Shaking his head, in the old man's somewhat surprised gaze, Ryan asked:

"Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Huma."

"It is said that in the Golden Age, the person in charge of recording history was called Ghwa, so I gave myself a similar name. It is rumored that in those days, he was also like this, inscribed the past of gods and men on a stone tablet, but unfortunately, I did not have the opportunity to see this. ”

The old man looked a little regretful.

"Hewa. I remember him. ”

With a look of surprise, Ryan remembered the name.

"Among the golden humans, he is also the best one, perhaps because he has been with their king for a long time. He could have been an immortal Heroic Spirit, but then he gave up on his own initiative and asked to be thrown into reincarnation and become a new life. ”

"Reincarnation?"

I wasn't surprised that the god in front of me had seen the historian, after all, it was rumored that the golden human race had a close relationship with the gods. In contrast, the old man cares more about this special thing.

"Well, the souls of the world belong to the spirit world, and what determines their identity in the next life is reincarnation."

"Although he is responsible for documenting history, he prefers to explore the unknown. I acceded to his request and gave him an additional reward in return for his thousands of years of dedication in the stars. I blurred his perception of time and told him to stay next to the Well of Samsara for the time being, and when the next human era came, he would be reborn as a human. ”

"So you saw our birth and fall long ago?"

I didn't know that the time of the birth of reincarnation was actually very short, and Huma thought that long before the birth of the bronze human, the other party had already foreseen the arrival of the next human era.

Smiling self-deprecatingly, the old man suddenly asked:

"Forgive me, Your Highness, if fate is truly unchangeable, is it true that so is God?"

"It used to be like this, and the gods were like marionettes of the world itself; It's different now, but there are some that can't be changed. ”

Ryan smiled, and the impact on the main body of Kaos's fate became more and more and greater. Even his knowledge of the myths of later generations may not be taken seriously.

For example, Athena and the god of fire, they have not yet come to this world.

"That's all I promised Prometheus to come here on this day when humanity was destroyed, so I'm here. Met you, just by chance. ”

"So be it," said Ryan cheerfully, "follow me, while I'm still on earth." You can tell us about your past, your knowledge, and the gods in your eyes, and in return I promise you a new life and your survival in this calamity. ”

"So will humanity continue?" The old man asked.

"Probably not."

Shaking his head slightly, although Ryan promised to let some people survive the catastrophe, it was no more.

Even if all of them survived, without women, they would not be able to continue civilization, not to mention that Ryan did not think that he could meet many mortals worth saving.

"Then I don't have to, I don't need a new student."

The old man stood up and lifted a stone carving from the side with difficulty.

"If you'll allow me, let me record everything that happened today as a bronze human historian."

"I will carry your deeds on a stone tablet, just like the shingles of the ancient golden age of man. This is my gift to you, and I hope it will represent the bronze human and live forever with you. ”

"Huh?"

Slightly stunned, listening to the old man's request, Ryan faced this ordinary old man for the first time.

In his eyes, Ryan saw no fear of death.

If that's what you want, then I'll allow it."

"However, you don't have to give it to me, it's better to leave it to the human being."

The torrent of the times is rolling forward, and perhaps those brilliant souls are not only heroic epics.

In his past life or in his present life, Ryan was never a man who would sacrifice himself for certain 'ideals', but he always respected the decisions of these idealists.

So glancing around, his gaze eventually passed through the walls and saw the whole city of Aurora.

Cities have become chaotic and people are venting their fears, with a few exceptions. For example, the tall and majestic temple, and the charred black figure kneeling on the ground.

"The temple of the god-king, where your former high priest kneels?"

"Yes, it's the sanctuary of the God-King."

"It used to belong to humanity, but now, God has shown miracles there—"

The old man seemed to understand something, but he was already dying, and humanity was dying. Now, the only thing he wants to do is to leave as many traces of the Bronze Age as possible for future generations.

And Ryan's reply did not disappoint him.

"Then put it there, in front of the Great Temple of the Bronze Humans dedicated to the God King, and put the last poems of this era."

"Everything was born because of Prometheus, born because of deception, and the end of this era should also be buried with them."

Smiling, Ryan said slowly:

"Just keep your record with that ugly soul."

"The noble and the despicable complement each other."

(End of chapter)