Chapter 2 Rebirth in Destruction

"Brother, I knew you were here right away."

On the deserted path behind him, Aglaia, the goddess of radiance, climbed up the steps.

"Are you still looking at humans?"

"Um."

"Their numbers are decreasing every year and they will soon be gone."

"I know."

Hephaestus did not look back and continued: "But this is not the end of them, but the beginning of a new era."

Aglaia: "You always know a lot."

"Guess who I met today?"

"I can not guess it."

"You're lying, you know it."

Aglaia pouted: "You obviously know a lot of things and have the ability to predict, but you just don't tell me!"

Hephaestus smiled: "Why?"

Aglaia rolled her eyes: "I still have the magic sun car you built at home."

"I didn't understand before, but not long ago, the Sun God Hyperion and his wife rebelled against Zeus together with Atlas and were thrown into the abyss."

"Now the results are out, their son Helios has been named the new Sun God."

"Helios, who has medium divine power, is unable to illuminate the earth for a day and needs the help of a compatible artifact."

"He will definitely come to you, and he can only come to you."

Indeed, although there are many gods in the world, there are not many people who can forge artifacts at will. Apart from the three Cyclops brothers, the sons of the god Uranus, the only one left is the god of fire Hephaestus, who is in charge of forging.

The former has great power and is unattainable, while the latter has medium power and is famous for being easy to talk to.

No one will seek far away from the near.

Hephaestus teased: "Can my stupid sister also think independently? Or am I getting old?"

"I have grown up a long time ago, but you are the only one who still treats me as a child."

"This is for you, Clotho gave it to you."

Aglaia threw a piece of clothing into Hephaestus's arms.

Hephaestus slowly unfolded it, revealing a black cloak with a hood. The fabric was soft and luxurious, and there were thoughtfully fixed straps on both sides of the hood.

Aglaia secretly looked at it from the side and said in an incomprehensible tone: "She is really willing to wear a cloak that only great powers can see through."

"What's your relationship with her?"

"Just friends."

"friend?"

Aglaia muttered: "Then you are really amazing, being able to be friends with Clotho, the Weaver of Destiny."

"She is one of the original five gods, the daughter of Nyx, the goddess of night."

"Together with her two sisters, she holds the power of destiny."

Hephaestus: "It's just a gimmick. Gods are not at the mercy of fate."

"And..." Hephaestus said faintly: "Can such a terrible power as fate really be controlled by gods with medium divine power?"

Aglaia rolled her eyes again: "That's why the three sisters are in charge together."

"The eldest brother Clotho weaves destiny, the second child Lachesis distributes destiny, and the third child Atropos cuts destiny."

"Since they have succeeded, it is reasonable, right?"

Hephaestus: "Maybe."

Aglaia: "It's possible all day long, maybe, I don't know, nothing but nonsense or nonsense."

"Is it you, or are all you people with prophecy like this?"

Hephaestus thought for a moment and replied cautiously: "I don't know?"

"Brother, you are getting more and more boring."

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Saying this, Aglaia walked down the steps.

"Where are you going?" Hephaestus asked.

"Go to the human world and try to take charge of music-related authority."

"I don't want someone to get there first and ask me to be their slave."

"As long as that person plays the piano, I will dance with him. It will make me sick."

"By the way, I almost forgot about the real thing." Aglaia turned around and asked.

"The new sun god Helios has sent his servants with the approval of the god king Zeus."

"Order my brother to build him an artifact related to the sun."

"Do you need me to bring the Sun Chariot to him?"

Hephaestus frowned: "Why doesn't he come by himself? Divine weapons are not something you can just get and use."

Aglaia lifted her hair and replied somewhat casually: "My father was thrown into the abyss, and my son was not only unscathed, but he was also favored by the new god king. How can he be a simple person?"

Hephaestus smiled: "Sorry to trouble you, Aglaia."

"Tch! You can only trouble me, my brother."

Aglaia is gone.

The highest point of the small island of Lemnos fell silent.

Hephaestus put on the black cloak given by his friend, tightened the hood, and he disappeared immediately.

Standing there was a handsome and beautiful young man.

Hephaestus carefully understood the magical function of this artifact woven with the thread of fate.

Lean less.

"It's useless. What's fake is just fake."

As the eldest sister of the three sisters of the goddess of destiny, the image of Clothos the Weaver of Destiny is that of an old woman.

She also has a young and beautiful side, and is an intellectual beauty, but in the backlash of the power of fate, she took the initiative to conceal and bear all the backlash.

As a last resort, most of the time I can only show myself as an old woman.

Hephaestus was able to make friends with her not only because of Clotho's gentle personality, but also partly because of his appearance.

So as soon as he got the cloak, Hephaestus understood Clotho's thoughts.

It can only be said that it is intentional.

"Let me be real!"

Hephaestus took off his hood, no longer suppressing the call from his own authority.

A moment.

All the burning flames in the world beat slightly, worshiping Hephaestus at the highest point of Lemnos Island.

Hephaestus stretched out his arms and slowly floated into the air, his calm face covered in flames.

He has already possessed the essence of a powerful god. He only needs a name. Everything is ready. It's time.

On the top of his head and on his shoulders, a cluster of flames rose up.

Hephaestus began to make an oath, carving rules at the bottom of the flame in the form of an oath, and achieving his own achievements.

"I, Hephaestus, am reborn from nirvana today, the first of its kind in this world."

"From now on, everyone in the world can bathe in fire, thereby burning away the mundane world and becoming the cornerstone of the gods."

After speaking, the skin on Hephaestus' body was cracked layer by layer.

From the body, Hephaestus, who had recast his divine body, jumped out.

The ugly appearance is gone, replaced by an elegant and good-looking middle-aged man.

Feel the mystery of the powerful gods and look at the new face.

"It's almost meaningless."

Hephaestus looked at the cloak given by his friend Clotho next to him, as if it was covered with a layer of skin and returned to its original ugly appearance.

"Haha, now it is worthy of its name."

The ancient and thick history book appeared in his hand, and when he opened the yellowed pages, the latest illustration was a scene of Hephaestus himself developing powerful powers and washing away all his glory.

He looked at the earth, where humans in the Silver Age were still working hard.

They have no methods and tools, and no gods to protect them, so most of the time they do useless work.

A black mist invisible to mortals wrapped around them. It was the extension of the power of Hades, the eldest brother of God King Zeus and the Lord of the Underworld.

They're being targeted!

In the middle of the sea, Poseidon, the second brother of God King Zeus, was not idle either. He was chasing a goddess.

The goddess doesn't seem to like him very much and has been avoiding him.

Poseidon persevered, passing from the deep sea to the shallow sea, from the sea surface to the coast, and passed by countless residences of the sea gods.

Hephaestus turned his attention to the sky again. The artifact he forged, the Sun Chariot, was already in use, and a radiant god drove it across the sky.

Although it is an artifact, the method of use is very primitive. This radiant god uses four golden flame horses to pull the sun chariot forward.

Hephaestus shook his head and sighed: "You won't be able to use the chariot of the sun, it's a waste of my hard work."

"But that's fine, whatever happens in the future has nothing to do with me."

Hephaestus opened a new chapter in the history book and began to record the historical development.

Since the battle for throne between the god-king Zeus and his father Cronus, order has finally returned to normal.

The sun rises as usual, and the gods each have their own household affairs.

Apart from……

The most beautiful and happy era of mankind, the Golden Age, was destroyed, leaving the reborn humans of the Silver Age lingering on the earth.

Hephaestus sat on the ground and murmured: "Gods are eternal, but power is not."

"Just let it begin."

"I'm ready."
Chapter completed!