There are never real secrets between gods. If there are, it only means that the god is too weak and not worthy of attention.

All the mysteries in the history of the world of gods come from this.

Often the more powerful the gods are, the more transparent they can be analyzed, while on the contrary, small and uncared-for humans can hide more.

Hephaestus was in a similar situation. He expected that someone would pay attention to him, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

He went to Chaos to record the history of those broken worlds.

As soon as he left, Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, stood up from the throne of Hades, tore apart the wall between the underworld and the human world, and descended to the mortal world quietly.

The strange instantaneous blockage of death grafted mortals' faith in Hephaestus.

This is easy for Hades, because there are too few people who know the name of Hephaestus, and most of them are primitive worshipers of fire.

Following a clear ray of faith, he walked on a land filled with war and death, going to the source of the war.

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In the human world, death spreads like a plague.

The newly born countries conquered each other. Although it was their first time to experience war, people quickly mastered this skill.

On the battlefield, they removed each other's heads and granted each other a glorious death in the name of the gods.

Among them, Thessaly and Phrygia united to fight against Eleusis, who had sufficient food and many soldiers.

Because Eleusis was the initiator of the war, they followed the will of their king and wanted to leave only one country on the earth.

Against an enemy country that brought blood and death, it was rare for two countries with different beliefs to work together.

As the source of human disasters on earth, the King of Eleusis, Triptolemus, was unexpectedly leisurely.

He locked himself in a dark basement and prayed by himself.

"The existence that stands on the opposite side of the gods of faith, the great god in charge of fire, please protect me."

"Let me destroy what your enemies want..."

Hades stood quietly in the darkness, as if he had been here for a while. The darkness in the basement could not affect the eyes of the gods, and he could clearly see the statues placed on the high platform.

Very ugly, more like a monster than a god.

He suddenly said: "Who are you deceiving? Yourself?"

"Believe me, Hephaestus will not pay attention to your appeal."

"And what you placed is not his statue, just a non-existent monster."

Contrary to Hades's expectation, Triptolemus was not alarmed.

He stood up with his sword in hand, his eyes emitting a chilling light.

"Who are you."

Hades: "I like the look in your eyes, like a lone wolf ready to fight to the death."

"You should know me, Lord of the Underworld, Hades."

Triptolemus immediately grasped the key to the problem: "Gods? You won't kill me?"

Hades asked him: "Why should I kill you because you intend to destroy the faith of the gods?"

Triptolemus replied: "Isn't that enough?"

"In your eyes, isn't this a rule that mortals cannot surpass?"

Hades told him: "Of course it's not enough."

"Don't you already know that the gods are not in harmony with each other?"

"We will also be pitted against each other."

"Apart from strength, we are no different from mortals. We will have wars and have our own demands."

"There are people who need faith, and there will naturally be people who don't need it and don't care."

"To me, a dead mortal is much better than an unrealistic belief."

Triptolemus asked him: "Will I die?"

Hades: "You will all die."

Triptolemus laughed and said: "It is better to die, it is better to die cleanly and leave no one behind."

He suddenly asked: "Can God die?"

Hades was stunned for a moment, and then his eerie and low laughter sounded in the dark basement:

"Mortal, you can always exceed my expectations."

"God is mortal, the only difference is in whose hands he dies."

"But in my opinion, you don't have this potential now."

Triptolemus shrugged: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Is it possible that you can still see the future?"

Hades corrected Triptolemus: "That's not the future, that's destiny."

A dagger containing strong death energy appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Triptolemus.

"This is what you want."

"The power you long for day and night."

Triptolemus froze on the spot.

Seeing his hesitation, Hades' tone became bewildering: "Are you afraid?"

"It seems you are nothing more than that."

"Mortal people are always like this. They worry too much about the past and worry too much about the future."

"You know, courage is unreliable at all. Only complete madness can strangle fate by the throat."

Triptolemus slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the dagger. The moment he grasped it, he knew the name and function of this artifact.

‘Deathrattle Blade’, the person who holds it can temporarily possess the power of a weak god, which can hurt or kill gods.

His movements suddenly changed from slow to extremely violent. He drew the knife, bent his arms, accumulated strength, and stabbed in one go.

By the time his body stabilized, the Deathrattle Blade had already been inserted into Hades' heart.

Triptolemus' mood remained calm. He turned his wrist and listened to the breaking sound of his heart while saying:

"It seems that God is nothing more than that."

"In terms of vigilance, he is not as good as a mortal."

Looking at the dagger inserted in his heart, Hades laughed. It was an appreciative smile. It was very restrained at first, and then the laughter became louder and louder. The darkness around him undulated and squirmed with his laughter.

"Triptolemus, I kind of like you."

"When you die, I will make you my god."

"now go."

"Release the anger in your heart and offer me a gluttonous feast."

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In the darkness, Triptolemus, who was kneeling in prayer, suddenly woke up.

"Dream?"

As if he had discovered something, he looked down and saw that the Deathrattle Blade in his hand was exuding a chill in the darkness.

"It seems like it's not a dream."

He stood up, opened the door and left the room, entering the same dark corridor.

Triptolemus seemed to be familiar with this place. He walked to the left, patiently counting his steps.

arrive.

He opened the door and immediately smelled a fishy smell.

A carriage and the outline of a winged python can be vaguely seen.

He walked in and didn't forget to close the door.

After a moment, he walked out, shrugging his arms and holding the Deathrattle Blade tightly in his hand.

The knife, face, and clothes were covered with blood. It was unclear whether it was human blood or snake blood.

He was a little tired, so he lowered his head, but his eyes were so bright that it made people's hearts tremble.
Chapter completed!