Lemnos Island.

This is already a world-famous place.

Although the island is not magical, and the Vulcan Temple in the center of the island is just made of ordinary stones, because Hephaestus, the God of Fire, only loves this place, it gradually becomes extraordinary.

In the eyes of most gods, mentioning Lemnos is equivalent to mentioning the fire god Hephaestus, just like Olympus is to Zeus and the underworld is to Hades.

In the temple on the island.

Hephaestus and Clotho were busy.

The ever-changing threads of destiny were spun by Clotho and fell into the hands of Hephaestus.

Hephaestus sat cross-legged by the door of the temple, leaning on the columns supporting the temple, enjoying the sea breeze blowing in the distance.

A big drum was placed at his feet.

The rays of the morning sun penetrated the morning mist on the sea, making people feel lazy and unmotivated.

But the work on his hands did not stop.

The threads of fate are intertwined, knotted, and gathered into a thicker thread.

Compared with Clotho, who was spinning the thread of fate non-stop, this job was very easy.

Because he had too much free time, Hephaestus would squint his eyes to admire Clotho from time to time.

People who are serious will have a unique and beautiful temperament. Regardless of whether that person is a man or a woman, if that person happens to have the signs, it will be extremely pleasing to the eye.

Clotto is this kind of woman who combines temperament and beauty.

She seemed to be planning to live permanently on the island of Lemnos. Regardless of the strange looks from Hephaestus, Hephaestus's adoptive mother Eurynome and others, she moved her temple that was floating in the river of destiny clean.

The artifact in her hand that weaves the thread of fate is one of the trophies.

Hephaestus yawned by the door.

He suddenly regretted telling Clotho that he needed to use the Thread of Destiny. He was called out at dawn, which completely disrupted his regular schedule of going to bed early and getting up late.

But the results are gratifying.

Gently caressing the head of the big drum at your feet, the drum head woven with threads of fate feels silky smooth, and your fingers trace across the drum head, like tapping a woman's skin.

Suddenly there were footsteps and heavy breathing on the path leading to the temple.

A figure walks from far to near, it is Epimetheus.

He held two small fishes in his hands. As a god, there were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he walked.

Hephaestus was a little listless and slapped the drum head casually.

"Boom..."

A golden ripple streaked across the island, accompanied by the melodious sound of drums.

The concentrating Clotho was disturbed by the sound of drums, and her eyes naturally looked outside the temple. Epimetheus, who came to visit, stepped forward and reached the door of the temple.

She quickly stood up to greet him, took the two small fishes in Epimetheus's hands, and handed him a sweat towel.

Epimetheus sat down at the door of the temple, enjoying the sea breeze with Hephaestus, and he exhaled like a tired mortal.

He asked casually: "Your future wife?"

Hephaestus replied: "No, just a friend."

"I think the scenery is good and I can live here for a long time."

Epimetheus: "Oh."

Hephaestus asked him: "How many years have we not seen each other?"

"How did you become so weak?"

"If my senses hadn't told me that you are still powerful, I would have thought you had fallen down the rank."

Feeling pain in his back while sitting, Epimetheus lay down on the floor of the temple.

He said: "Exchanging something for an opportunity will make you weak for a while."

Hephaestus glanced at him: "I thought you were going to die."

Epimetheus: "I'm not here to listen to your teasing."

"Do me a favor and give me a flame."

"It's time for my daughter Pyrrha to become a god."

"Just think... I owe you a favor."

Hephaestus turned sideways and stared boredly at the waves rolling on the sea.

"You haven't paid off what you owed last time, so you're here again."

"If Pyrrha knew that you dared to visit me with two small fishes, she would be ashamed to have you as her father."

A flame appeared on his left shoulder. As soon as Hephaestus stretched out his hand, the flame split into two. He threw one of them to Epimetheus who was lying on the ground.

After taking the flame, Epimetheus' attitude became even more indifferent: "You can't rush a favor, just pay it back slowly. There will always be a day when you can pay it back."

"Besides, my daughter is not such a superficial person."

He looked at the thread of fate in Hephaestus' hand and suddenly said: "Wearing strings?"

"Want to make a piano?"

Hephaestus nodded: "Aglaia doesn't like Apollo a little, so I'm going to make a harp and take away the power of music that Apollo will control from now on."

He took advantage of the situation and asked Epimetheus: "Do you think I can do it?"

Epimetheus sat up, pointed to the drum at the feet of Hephaestus and said: "This harp can't do it, but it can."

Hephaestus was happy. He straightened up, separated his back from the columns supporting the temple, and then asked curiously: "Why?"

Epimetheus walked out of the temple and embarked on the return journey. The voice that echoed in all directions was accurately sent to the temple by him: "When you lifted the table, did Apollo dare to say a word no?"

Hephaestus nodded pretendingly: "That's the truth."

He looked at the retreating back of Epimetheus, half muttering to himself and half asking: "I thought you were ready to wait for death."

"I didn't expect that I would suddenly change my mind."

The retreating figure stopped and did not respond. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up.

A virtual tiny world suddenly appeared on the island of Lemnos, and everything in it was tiny. Tiny sun, moon and stars, tiny birds, beasts, fish and insects, as well as tiny humans and gods...

Epimetheus threw the flame in his hand into it, as if the God of Creation had sent down a disaster of destruction.

The world disappeared, and Epimetheus disappeared into the sea.

In the temple, Clotto was shocked and dumbfounded when she witnessed this scene. She blurted out: "What is that."

Hephaestus shrugged: "As you can see, a complete world."

"It's just a little small."

"It seems that Epimetheus has completely gotten rid of the constraints of authority and distanced himself from us."

Clotho looked at Hephaestus, seriously feeling his historical authority, and sighed with emotion: "You restless people are really powerful."

"But you should be the one who walked the furthest."

"In terms of pertinence, even Hades is not as good as you."

Hephaestus shook his head and raised two fingers: "No, I am the one who walked the second farthest."

"There is someone else first."

"he is……"

Before he finished speaking, Clotho immediately blocked Hephaestus' mouth with his hand: "Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

She returned to the depths of the temple and continued spinning as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Hephaestus also started to work. He muttered: "You are a little timid..."
Chapter completed!