Chapter 72: Chapter 49 The God Who Grew up in the Mortal Realm

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On the night of spiritual counts, meteors fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than seventy years had passed.

Time hurried by, but for humans, apart from the more frequent abnormal twinkling of the sun and the increasingly common sight of falling stars, nothing much around Mount Othrys had changed.

The environment had not changed because it was influenced by the power of Mount of the Gods, where it was evergreen all year round, and the scenery remained as usual.

The humans had not changed, naturally, because that is just how the people of the Golden Age were. If not for that unexpected dream, perhaps they would have remained unchanged until the day they died.

However, in the monotonous flow of life, there was a little anomaly. The creature who had once been brought to the human tribe was gradually growing up.

She had an appearance like a deity, yet she was different from humans. Humans resembled male gods; she resembled a female goddess, though she was a goddess who never grew up.

Even though the humans, following the Divine King’s command, never interacted with her, with the passing of time, some of her peculiar traits inevitably began to circulate among them.

The sinner who stole the authority of deities, that is what humans called her and the power she held. Just like the records of Hecate’s descent, this too was engraved on the stone tablets, forever remaining in front of the temple.

Sasa…

Sasa—

Barefoot on the forest leaves, listening to the sound of the wind passing through the leaves. With red hair and a red dress, Hecate walked with a light step along the stream, heading towards her little cabin.

“Lalala—, finally, I can go back~”

Humming a tune, having finished a morning’s practice at the edge of the woods, Hecate was in a very good mood.

Or rather, except for her childhood, Hecate’s mood was always quite cheerful.

She was not very tall, by future standards, she was about one meter fifty-something in height. But matched with her youthful cheeks, it did not seem out of place.

It might have been due to the scarcity of Divine Power, or perhaps for some other reason, but it took a full fifty years for this deity who was originally a minor goddess of crossroads and mistress of souls in the Underworld, to finally enter the stage of rapid growth for a deity.

Then, another twenty or so years passed, and Hecate’s appearance remained that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, without a sign of further aging.

“Uncle Cohen, it’s you again~”

Moving on, at a nearby bend in the stream, Cohen was standing next to a large barrel, too big for one person to embrace, scooping water with a wooden ladle.

However, in response to Hecate’s greeting, Cohen only twitched the corner of his eye, then gave no further reply.

“Aren’t you the ‘king’ of humans? Why do you have to draw water yourself every time?”

Not getting a response, Hecate was not surprised, but she continued to ask.

Cohen remained silent in response.

“The Divine King on Mount of the Gods doesn’t do this, he has Nymphs and the Oak Tree Goddess to do things for him. A god’s king can command other deities, why can’t you?”

Although Cohen wanted very much to say, you’ve never been to Mount of the Gods, so how do you know about the affairs of deities? Moreover, gods and humans are different, the Divine King is supreme, but due to Cronus’s oracle, he still did not respond a word.

And actually, deep down, he thought that if what Hecate said was true, then it was not unreasonable. After all, humans venerated all deities equally, this was a concept written into the soul at creation. Their greater veneration for the Divine King was not innate but because the other deities acknowledged Cronus as king.

So for the concept of ‘gods serving other gods’, it was still something that humans had a hard time grasping. To the humans on the great seas, in their eyes, there was no difference between the Divine King and the Sea Gods.

“So slow—”

After a while, Hecate grew impatient. Although she had gradually become accustomed over the years, she still found many of the other’s actions unacceptable.

For instance, if you can carry a bucket while walking, why still use such a small wooden ladle. For example, she had tried to teach them other knowledge, but not a single person accepted.

Another example would be the ability to build temples as big as hills, yet not willing to dig a canal to divert water from other places to their settlement.

Hecate did ask, but no one responded, and she had also secretly listened to their conversations with each other. However, humans seemed to take this for granted.

In private, people would say that they would use the knowledge taught by the deities, but they wouldn’t learn things of unknown origin. Or to put it another way, whatever Hecate could “invent” was rejected by the Golden Humanity.

Creation, that was the domain of gods. Whatever was created, it was not something a mortal could achieve. And gradually, people came to believe that she was shunned by the gods because she had offended divine authority.

“—Forget it, I’ll help you.”

Ignoring Cohen’s silent refusal, Hecate reached out her little hand.

She made a gesture as if she were lifting something, and an invisible force followed. In an instant, something filled the air, and that force formed a large hand composed of an energy field.

But all of this was invisible to the naked eye. The water in the creek, as if drawn by some force, flowed out of the shallow, narrow riverbed. In a few breaths, the bucket was filled.

“There you go, Uncle Cohen, your bucket is full~”

“I’m going back now.”

Clapping her hands and knowing there would be no reaction from him, Hecate just smiled and then walked past Cohen, continuing towards her own abode.

Behind her, Cohen glanced at the departing fiery red figure, furrowed his brow slightly, but still said nothing.

It was this strange power again. Starting about thirty years ago, from some unknown time, this life that fell from the sky had suddenly gained the power to affect nature.

Although her power was still weak and nowhere near the supreme authority of the deities, having many things, in itself, was a form of blasphemy.

‘Sinner… Did she steal divine power?’

Shaking his head, Cohen picked up the bucket and walked towards the settlement.

To Cohen, this bucket which would be too heavy for ten men to lift in later generations was like nothing. His strength was almost at the pinnacle of all things, and even if there were proper methods, the transcendent domain wouldn’t be able to stop him.

But the current world had no path of cultivation, and, even if there were, Golden Humanity did not care about strength. Thus, thousands of years ago, Cohen already possessed such a physique, and thousands of years later, today, he showed no change.

Passing seven fruit trees, avoiding three animal nests with docile residents, the woods gradually began to thin out.

In the heart of the woods that Hecate named ‘Redleaf Woods,’ her small wooden hut built on a clearing was now within sight.

The hut was originally built by Cohen, but Hecate later modified it. She adorned the outside with fresh flowers and various colored stones and used magic power to keep them evergreen throughout all seasons.

Creak—

“I’m back!”

Pushing open the door, Hecate greeted the empty wooden hut as if talking to herself.

But there was no response. Just as it had been for the past decades, no one but herself had ever set foot in this place.

She prepared a dinner for herself—just some wild fruits she picked on the roadside. Hecate returned to her bedroom, ready to start the part of the day she most looked forward to.

Apart from the primeval Titans, no one was born with knowledge of it, and Hecate was no exception, but she had a little secret she had never shared with anyone before.

After learning to write secretly, the second year, on her way back to the hut, she picked up a treasure.