Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite, was originally married not to the War God in mythology, but to the Smith God Hephaestus. However, the nature granted by her godhood made her unwilling to be bound by marriage, and her husband's ugliness and disability intensified her aversion.

So quite naturally, she secretly sought her own "love," and the handsome and robust Ares naturally became one of her most frequent clandestine lovers.

In this process, their illegitimate child, the Little God of Love who likewise left behind many legends, seemed to have some connection with that Primordial Deity from the creation of the world.

He too was known as "Eros" in mythology and had authority related to desire, making it hard to believe there was no relation between them—of course, apart from being called Eros, he had another name well-known, bestowed upon him by the Romans—"Cupid."

Laine did not know if, without his presence, this Little God of Love who shared the same name and surname as the Primordial Deity had anything remarkable about him or had any profound secrets, but no matter whether they were originally connected or not, now all he had to do was to make them connected.

Moreover, in the field of the mystical studies, a name itself carries a very distinct individual trace, and having the same name naturally can carry a similar fate.

So looking at the surging mouth of the well, Laine pressed down his hand.

"Click—"

In silence, something illusory was cut off and then pieced together, and at the bottom of the "Well of Reincarnation," the breath of life became more and more distinct.

The divine being that had died before being born was there, and today, he was going to be reborn.

...

That night, atop Mount Olympus.

The happenings in the Spirit Realm had not made their way here, quite the opposite, in fact, the so-called 'opportunity' that Laine was waiting for had appeared precisely because of the changes here.

Everything needed a catalyst to align with the existing destiny of the current world, and then there was room for various manipulations. And the prelude to all this had to be attributed to the first tryst of two deities on Mount of the Gods.

Hundreds of years had passed, and on Mount Olympus, the abodes of the gods had long resumed their old views. Under the illumination of stars and the moon, they twinkled in various hues, adorned by the different dominions of the temple owners, decorating the pillars upholding the heavens.

Near the middle of the mountain, a vast sea of flowers spread across the flat ground. Roses, pomegranate, and gillyflower bloomed in succession, surrounding a small and exquisite temple. On its pristine columns were carved waves and foam, the detailed frieze seemingly hinting at the birthplace of its owner.

Without a doubt, this was the temple of Aphrodite, the embodiment of love and beauty. More than one deity had praised that the most beautiful flower naturally should be guarded by a host of blossoms; hence, outside her temple was this dazzling sea.

However, at this moment, bursts of intense panting and colliding sounds came from inside the temple, disrupting the serene and lovely atmosphere of the place.

Under the dim and ambiguous light, clothes were tossed about in disarray. In the center of the large bed, two figures were entangled, wildly venting the primordial impulses of deities.

Although this palace had seen the stay of more than one deity in the past years, this time, Aphrodite finally thought of Ares, whom she had not yet wed.

Although he had not yet reached the pinnacle of godhood, the War God was still a War God. He possessed extraordinary strength, inherently granted by his godhood; considering this, Aphrodite did not mind giving him a taste of sweetness in advance.

However, today's experience was destined to disappoint the Goddess of Beauty, for the tumbling on the bed had not lasted long when the War God suddenly stiffened. The handsome and burly deity seemed to sense something through his spiritual sense, yet he couldn't pinpoint the problem.

This instinctively put him "on alert," yet looking around, there was nothing that warranted such caution.

"Mm—?"

"Ares, what's wrong?"

Noticing something off with the person on top of her, the Goddess of Beauty didn't take it seriously; she simply stretched lazily. For a moment, the seduction of femininity was fully displayed by her, but to Aphrodite's surprise, Ares still showed no reaction.

But that shouldn't be the case; no matter how you looked at it, the fit and muscular Ares should not have reacted this way. For a moment, she even began to doubt her charm.

"Aphro, it's nothing, I just had a bit of a bad premonition..."

Seemingly noticing the unusual look in Aphrodite's eyes, Ares hurriedly explained. In front of him, whether she believed him or not, Aphrodite simply shifted her gaze and silently moved her belt.

Even though it wasn't worn on her body, as the inherent owner of the Divine Artifact, Aphrodite still borrowed a bit of its power. In an instant, her charm was magnified once again on top of its original realm.

Languishing on the bed, the Goddess of Beauty closed her eyes; she had used her divine artifact more than once and thus knew of its effects.

When exerted fully, even the current Divine King would be captivated by her, let alone the War God who currently possessed intermediate divine power. She was ready to be pounced on, but to her surprise again, after waiting left and right, even when she couldn't wait any longer and opened her eyes, Aphrodite only saw the War God's embarrassed expression.

Clearly, perhaps it was a forewarning on the level of fate that was too strong, causing Ares to remain in a state of "stress." While this was the War God's sharpest intuition, it now rendered him unable to muster interest in the Aphrodite before him.