Chapter 19 Existence at the end of time

The temple of destiny of the three goddesses of destiny is not on Mount Olympus, or even in this world.

There is a world of its own, and the magnificent temple is hidden in the river of destiny.

Hephaestus, who has collected historical authority, is qualified to travel the long river of destiny and arrive here.

Passing through the deserted front hall, Clotho, who looks like an old woman, is weaving threads of fate in front of the loom. Her two sisters, Lachesis, who is responsible for allocating fate, and Atropos, who is responsible for cutting fate, are not in the temple.

, I don’t know where to go to play.

Clotho was so used to Hephaestus's tendency to come uninvited that he didn't even bother to raise his head.

"What are you doing here again, Hephaestus?"

Pretending not to hear the impatience in the female mythologist, Hephaestus shamelessly made the request:

"Help me save someone."

"King Linkos of Stikua."

Clotto was a little funny: "What kind of king is he? Have you ever seen any country where there is only one king?"

"Besides, save people and find gods with medical authority."

"If you die, ask Hades for help."

"What do you want from me?"

Hephaestus found mead in the temple and drank it from a golden cup.

"Isn't a country with only one person not a country? Linkos thinks he is the king, then he is the undisputed king."

"Besides, you know what I mean. Not only do I want to save him, but I also want to give him the strength to help me find a way to resist fate."

Clotho stopped spinning, looked at Hephaestus, and sincerely advised her friend.

"Hephaestus, you can't do this."

"You can't do it, but it's even more impossible for a mortal Linkos to do it."

"Everything is destined, cannot be changed, and cannot be changed."

"We will inevitably come to an end. This is our destiny."

Hephaestus put down the golden cup, looked at his friend, and asked:

"Klotto, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Fate herself is a link to destiny, not the master."

Clotto lowered his head and said nothing, she wanted to avoid this topic.

But Hephaestus pressed forward step by step, and he continued:

"You know, Clotho, I don't believe in fate, and I don't think anyone among the gods believes in such illusory things."

"But when I stand on the throne of history and look toward the future, I know for the first time that the future is not a mist or countless tributaries."

"It has a clear context and an end point."

"A great being stands at the end of time with a sickle in his hand, ready to harvest us."

"I am not willing to accept it, Clotto, this is not fate, this is a farce."

Clotho whispered: "You can't resist, Hephaestus."

"We are too weak."

"Even the earth goddess Gaia at her peak cannot resist."

"You know, the moment the goddess Gaia was born, she was the only god."

"The first and last supreme power."

"But as a result, Abyss Tartarus, Desire Eros, Dark Erebus and my mother Night Nyx were born one by one."

"Losing her uniqueness, she fell from supreme divine power to great divine power on the spot."

"So do you understand? The existence standing at the end of time is not something we can understand at all."

Hephaestus took a breath: "I know, but I still have to resist."

"I accept the limitations of life, but I refuse to let anyone control me."

"I must always ensure that my choices are my own and not based on a script."

"Acting like a clown, that would be too ugly."

"Clotto, will you help me?"

The goddess who weaves destiny sighed: "What are you going to do? Linkos is just a mortal, he can't go far."

"He really can't go far alone." Hephaestus affirmed.

"But if I support him, he can keep going."

"I will give him eternal life and let him try to become a god as a real mortal."

"He will resist, then fail, get up and continue resisting."

"It doesn't take much. As long as he succeeds once, it proves that fate is not inevitable."

"There are loopholes, too."

Clotho: "Is this why you left the foundation of becoming a god at the bottom of the rules of fire?"

"Being burned to ashes in the flames, the consciousness still remains awake after losing its physical attachment, and is reborn in nothingness."

"This is something even the gods find difficult to achieve."

"Would it be too difficult for him?"

Hephaestus answered Clotho: "If it weren't so difficult, how could a mortal cast the cornerstone of a god without the help of the gods' power?"

"Do you think this rule I left behind will continue to exist?"

"Moreover, Linkos does not necessarily need to become a god, if he can challenge the gods as a mortal and win."

"I would be happy to see this."

"If he can really do it, then I can do it too."

Clotto: "Nonsense, have you ever seen an ant's feet that can crush it to death?"

Hephaestus was expressionless: "Linkos's will is strong enough, he may not be an ant."

Clotto's cheeks twitched because of her friend's arrogance, but she still said:

"I will help you, but not now."

"Lincos must complete the final journey of his destiny."

"At that time, he can become a free man who is not tied down by the thread of fate."

"However, that's all. He can't change the fate of others."

"If he does it, he will be tied up by the thread of fate and sink deeper and deeper."

Hephaestus smiled and said: "There is still me, right?"

"He just has to do it. With me here, it will be difficult for him to die."

Clotho was helpless and said to Hephaestus:

"This is the last time."

"I am not the master of fate."

“The deeper I got involved, the stronger the backlash became.”

"I have a hunch that if I forcefully use the power of destiny again, I will completely lose the qualification to hold the power of destiny."

"Or, be assimilated by the power of fate, become indifferent and heartless, and become a puppet of fate who has lost himself."

Hephaestus narrowed his eyes and his expression became serious.

"Has it come to this already?"

"Do Lachesis and Atropos know?"

Clotho shook his head.

"I didn't tell them, and there's no need for them to know."

She glanced at Hephaestus: "Don't tell them either."

"If they know, it's just two more people to worry about, and it won't make any difference."

Hephaestus stared at Clotho: "You'll be fine."

"If you are involved in the river of fate, I will also find a way to rescue you."

"I swore an oath to Styx. If I break it, I will be imprisoned in the abyss of Tartarus."

"Never see the light of day."

Clotto continued to spin, and she joked: "It is an honor for me to be illuminated by the light of Vulcan."
Chapter completed!