Mythology: Spiritual Ruler - Chapter 480

Bang——

Pushing the wooden door open, her immature face was a bit flustered.

The young goddess trotted into the simple wooden house, with green plants winding along the wall.

Nature and man-made things merged here, this is the “temporary palace” where her sister, Lachesis, lived.

Different from the old age of Atropos and the youth of Clotho.

Just like the power held by Lachesis, as a god who determines the length of fate, she is neither the beginning nor the end.

So Lachesis’s life is always at the most mature and peak moment of a person. She is active and lazy, wise and stupid… and this is destined that she will never enjoy loneliness.

Except when working, this goddess rarely stays on Mount Nisa.

Therefore, she is also the only one among the three goddesses of fate who communicates with the gods, so that some gods even think that she is the only goddess of fate in charge here.

This is another difference between her and her sisters.

As goddesses of fate, Lachesis and her sisters can see through some of the obstacles of fate, so most of the beauty and darkness in the world are often clearly revealed to them.

The holy, the fallen, the loyal, the indulgent and free… That’s why Clotho is so repulsive to the world under the mountain, and Atropos regards all beings as puppets, and only contacts them when necessary.

Only Lachesis is different from both.

She laughs at the light and darkness of gods and humans, while dealing with them cleverly.

Therefore, she is often not on Mount Nisa, but where she wants to go.

However, today is different, because the war in the world just started at this time… and every time at this time, Lachesis must be working.

It’s not that she can’t finish it ahead of time – in fact, all the work of the goddess of fate should be completed ahead of time.

However, the premise of everything is that everything is shrouded in the order of fate, and everything has a predetermined standard.

But recently the war in the world has long gone off the track, whether gods or humans, they have gone in different directions.

The person who should have lived died, and the person who should have died survived.

For this reason, Atropos went to the human world again to try to make amends, while the remaining two goddesses worked together to stay on the mountain to straighten out the twisted knot of fate.

Tap tap –

“Sister, are you there?”

Calling softly, Clotho walked into the house.

Without decorations and extra things, this is just a simple wooden house.

Releasing a little of her own power, the girl tried to attract her sister’s attention.

Lachesis might not pay attention to her when she was working, so Clotho did this every time before.

And whether she was free or not, the other party would give her a reply.

However, this time, it was different from every time before.

Until the ominous premonition in the girl’s heart became stronger, she still did not hear the familiar voice.

“-Sister, if you ignore me again, I will go in by myself!”

Gritting her teeth lightly, Clotho shouted loudly.

At the same time, the special power of the goddess of fate rose more violently in her body.

This should be enough to attract attention, no matter how focused it is.

But one breath, two breaths, three breaths… There was no movement in the empty wooden house, only the sound of wind and leaves shaking echoed repeatedly in the air.

Squeak——

Clenching his fists, seeing that there was no response, Kloto didn’t care whether he would disturb Laxus’s work.

Driven by the uneasiness in her heart, the girl pushed open the door of the inner room.

The simple dress was the same as always, and there was nothing extra in the house.

However, just after stepping over the threshold, Kloto was stunned at a glance.

“——Sister?”

“What’s wrong with you?!”

With a cry of surprise, Kloto ran forward.

At this moment, in front of the girl, her second sister Laxus was lying on the ground.

The long staff that measured fate fell to the ground, and the thread of fate sent by Kloto himself was scattered around.

But what the girl couldn’t accept the most was Laxus’s current appearance.

At some point, the originally beautiful and plump goddess of fate actually had a few more silver hairs… and the exposed skin, which should have been smooth as water, also had a few fine wrinkles.

This was a change that should not have happened. The most authentic appearance of the gods was often only affected by the changes in their power and hearts.

As the goddess of fate, Lachesis should not be like this.

But facts speak louder than words, and the scene at the moment seemed to confirm Clotho’s guess.

“Sister, you-ah!”

Bang–

Leaning forward, the goddess’ bright eyes were full of confusion.

She wanted to help her sister’s fallen body up, but just as she touched Lachesis’s arm, Clotho subconsciously retreated as if he had touched a red-hot iron.

The body of the goddess of fate fell to the ground again, but Clotho could no longer care about it at this time.

The girl looked at her palm in horror, where wisps of gray-black mist rose and fell one after another.

Divine power was surging, and great power was flowing through her palms, but it seemed that all of this had no effect on the mist.

Visibly, Cloto’s originally white and tender fingers changed little by little.

It was as if in just a moment, her fingers had gone through ten years.

“Ah——!”

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed Cloto’s wrist.

The panicked girl screamed almost instinctively, but the next moment, a familiar yet strange voice came from her ears.

“Cloto… Don’t be afraid.”

“You should know what this is… It should have come a long time ago.”

“Sister!”

Looking in the direction of the voice, Cloto was surprised to find that his sister had woken up.

Maybe it was because of the movement just now, or maybe it was because it was time.

Laxus grabbed Cloto’s wrist, and this time, the girl did not see the gray mark again.

“Sister, why are you…”

“Cloto, listen to me.”

Shaking her head tiredly, her originally energetic body seemed so sluggish at this moment.

Laxus did not rush to speak, she just relaxed a little, and then pulled the wrist she caught in front of her.

Slightly leaning over, she put her sister’s fingers on her forehead.

The next moment, with a surge of gray air, the girl’s fingers returned to their original state.

Only this time, Clotho clearly saw that his sister had a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

“This, this is——”

At first, she was stunned, then she seemed to remember something, and subconsciously wanted to step back, and then she stopped on her own initiative.

Leaning on the ground, Lachesis tried to support her body, and then forced a smile.

“Clotho, as you can see.”

“This is the backlash of fate.”

Yes, in heaven and earth, in the past and in the future, nothing can hurt the agent of fate, unless that power comes from the world, or the power of fate itself.

And what appeared on Lachesis at this moment, in fact, the two had heard of it long ago.

The backlash of fate, this is not unfamiliar to them.

Even as early as when they were born, they had more or less come into contact with this backlash. (See 3-161)

Atropos, who was born first, suffered the most, and the birth of the day fruit exacerbated this process.

Therefore, her body was rotten and decayed, and her face was old and lifeless.

Shiny clothes will be stained on her, and the wreaths that the goddesses like to wear on their heads will wither because of her.

The smelly sweat mixed with an inexplicable smell lingered around her, and the oppression and malice to the spirit were even more unbearable.

No one likes this, but Atropos, who was born first, naturally bore the most malice.

In contrast, Lachesis only accepted a little bit of the corners, and she didn’t even realize it at the time.

As for Clotho, she was simply not disturbed at all.

This is the punishment that fate gave to its agents, even though they didn’t come to the world before these evil consequences that violated the order occurred.

However, fate obviously did not accept appeals, and the three goddesses could do nothing about it.

So from that day on, Atropos, who had already carried the most backlash, simply carried all the subsequent ones on his body.

After all, no matter what, her condition could not be worse.

Therefore, Lachesis and Clotho were relieved.

Especially as the youngest sister, Clotho has never felt the taste of fate’s backlash so far.

She just conscientiously fulfilled her work as a god, without having to touch the power that made the gods panic.

However, everything ended today. Originally, she was fulfilling her obligations and reorganizing her distorted fate.

But at this moment, the backlash of fate fell from the sky, ignoring time and distance.

“Kloto, this is the feeling of being backlashed by fate… I haven’t experienced it for a long time, so I fainted for a while.”

“But it doesn’t matter, this kind of thing won’t happen again.”

“And the one that belongs to you, let me take it first.”

Staggeringly getting up from the ground, Laxus took a deep breath.

The next moment, the artifact that measured fate was held in her hand, and the goddess’s appearance began to recover visibly.

In just a moment, Kloto saw his familiar sister again, and even his hoarse voice recovered.

Everything looked the same as before, but Kloto knew that it was just the backlash that was pressed into the body.

The backlash of fate is happening all the time. Atropos’s situation is the result of three epochs of accumulation.

And obviously, although Lachesis also accepted the power of backlash at this moment, it was far from enough to do anything to her.

“Sister, you…”

With a complicated look in his eyes, Clotho knew that his sister would definitely do this.

Because if the backlash of fate is imposed on her, the ‘weaver’, the consequences will be far more dangerous than her, the ‘measurer’.

Of course, compared to the ‘measurer’, the ‘interceptor’ only needs to end a fate, and the impact of the backlash on her will naturally be safer.

But even so, Clotho still felt a little heavy.

Solving the problem of fate is really urgent.

“Sister, so what’s wrong with the eldest sister?”

Asked, at this moment, Clotho no longer had to tell the purpose of his visit.

Obviously, the reason why she felt the warning sign was right in front of her… and facing her sister’s question, Lachesis shook her head again.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure her aura is still there, and she can’t really be hurt.”

“The only explanation is that Atropos was imprisoned in a place that can isolate fate… or her will was affected by something, and she voluntarily gave up accepting the backlash.”

“But no matter which one it is, Clotho, I must solve it.”

“If there is one less goddess of fate… then the deflection of fate will probably be even more difficult to contain.”

Not long ago, Lachesis received a so-called invitation from the God Mountain to celebrate that the God Court had solved a big problem, and she refused on the grounds that she was busy with work.

After all, only she knew how much trouble the so-called trouble of the God Court had caused to the goddesses of fate, and she didn’t want to meet the dark lord.

Moirai still didn’t know who was the mastermind behind the stirring of fate, but it was nothing more than the original god that they couldn’t see through.

Before locking the enemy, they didn’t want to meet him at all.

“Kloto, stay here and wait for me to come back.”

Holding the long staff, feeling the backlash increasing every moment, Lachesis said firmly: “When I bring her back, maybe we won’t have to worry about the backlash anymore.”

“Because my intuition tells me that this time, we may have found the source of the cholera fate.”