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Chapter 119 The Tragedy According to the Weaver of Destiny
At the bottom of the volcano, a storm of pure power subsided.

Clotho flew down from the exit of the cave and stood on the magma with Hephaestus.

She was shocked.

"What did you do, you created an authority?!"

Hephaestus denied Clotho, and he answered her modestly: "No, I don't have that power yet."

"I'm just exercising my authority to help the world accelerate its growth process."

"Luck and bad luck, these materials are all in the world. When I can make something out of nothing, I will be creating it."

Clotho seemed to think of something in an instant: "You killed the goddess of luck, Rika?"

But she quickly denied herself: "No! Not right!"

"She's still alive."

"You intercepted the power shown by her authority, and the dead God of Doom Moros, Hades took the authority, and you have recently been to the underworld!"

Her tone couldn't help becoming high-spirited, as if she wanted to vent her shock in this way.

"You created a new kind of authority with the superficial power of two kinds of authority!"

"How is it possible, you actually controlled everything?!"

"you succeeded?"

The facts are right in front of him, and Clotho's inquiry is more like superfluous.She was just too shocked to believe what was happening before her eyes.

Although the gap between the gods has been an insurmountable gap since ancient times, this gap has never been so unbridgeable as it is now.

Commanding and creating, these are already two concepts...

Just like gods and mortals, mortals use the wind and rain to irrigate the fields, and the wind and rain come from the gods.

Clotho couldn't help asking: "Are you... still my Hephaestus? Have you become the Supreme?"

Hephaestus smiled, and he stepped up to embrace Clotho, sinking into the void of history with her will.

When Clotho opened her eyes, she felt at ease.

Here she was, with Hephaestus.

Her body softened all of a sudden, and she lay down in Hephaestus' arms.

She was silent.

So Hephaestus asked her, "Why are you afraid?"

Clotho said faintly: "I'm afraid you will die!"

She broke free from Hephaestus' arms as she said, and turned to face him: "My love, promise me that you will not let anyone else know."

"Even if it's me, don't trust me anymore."

"We are all poisonous snakes and we will never allow anyone to stand over us."

"And you have been distinguished from us, just as we are from mortals."

"The difference is that you don't have the absolute power we have over mortals."

"I have weaved too many similar fates. Even if I can't predict it, I also saw your tragedy in a trance."

"I feel flustered..."

Hephaestus understood Crotor's concern.

Everything is blank in the emptiness of history. He walked forward in the blank world, and suddenly turned to show Clotho a smiling face.

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

"I know what you are worried about. Are you afraid that I will become the target of public criticism, because I stand too high and become a target?"

He approached Clotho and took her hand: "Then you don't need to worry."

"I won't keep a secret, I will tell them all the secrets."

"As they create more and more authority, the pace of expansion in this world will become faster and faster. Sooner or later, greatness and supremacy will not be counted with one hand."

"Aren't you afraid that they will catch up with you, and you will lose your current aloof status?" Crotor asked Hephaestus.

Hephaestus embraced Clotho in his arms, and they pressed each other face to face, listening to each other's breathing and whispering.

"What do I have to be afraid of? It's not that the more authority you have, the more powerful you are. It's just that everyone has more authority."

"Where will I be when they become great and even supreme because of the upper limit of the source of world expansion being magnified?"

"If you think about it this way, isn't there any difference between the current situation and the future situation?"

"It's just that everyone has become stronger, and our status is still detached."

Clotho whispered in a low voice: "What about the end? Will he let it go and come early?"

Hephaestus hugged her tighter, and he played around, blowing into Clotho's ear: "If he is coming, he will come early in the morning."

"Even if He really came early, it can only mean that He has been watching our performance, then we should be thankful, He will also be afraid and trembling, and He is no different from us."

"But have you ever thought that He can't come?"

"I have seen a supreme being in the history of the fallen world in the past. I don't know his name, but he was prepared as early as us."

"He gathered the power of the whole world and challenged the end. However, even so, the end only chose to face him, instead of opening the prelude to the harvest in advance, so as to avoid an unnecessary battle."

"How is the battle going?" Clotho asked softly.

Hephaestus whispered, his voice was a little louder, and he seemed a little excited: "The Supreme is defeated, but the sickle of the final harvest has also been interrupted."

"That time, he got nothing."

This answer was exciting, and it also made Clotho completely lose his strength.

Her volitional body changed from tense to soft and relaxed, and her tone was deliberately lazy: "Maybe this will be the best news I've ever heard in my life."

Enjoying the warmth of Hephaestus, she suddenly mentioned another matter: "By the way, Chiron's mother, Felula has returned."

"She claims to be a god of beauty."

"If what she said is true, Aphrodite is a bit intriguing."

"According to my experience of weaving fate, what is deliberately hidden is generally not a good thing."

"There is also Felula's identity. She is Chiron's mother. Although she only gives birth and does not raise her, will it affect Chiron, and will it affect our investment in Chiron..."

"Besides, Fulula despised you and was ridiculed by me."

Hephaestus picked up Clotho's words, and he whispered slowly: "What do you care about her, if there are more people like her who are so arrogant, I will go crazy with joy."

"That nagging Kronos doesn't know what he's thinking. He's turned the house into a lime tree, and it's shocking to be unblocked suddenly."

"Now we have fun watching. Cronus is behind Felula, and Uranus is behind Aphrodite. Let them fight. It's better to fight over who is the real beauty. When I was a child What I like the most is watching you goddesses fight regardless of your image."

"And Chiron, from the moment he shot Poseidon's son, I knew he was not a stable person."

"After all, things like killing are addictive, and so is chasing ideas in your heart."

"He is a man who does great things, and Felula, who only gives birth but not raises, has no influence on him."

Hephaestus adjusted his posture as he spoke, pulling the two of them a little apart from their face-to-face embrace, so that Clotho could see his eyes.

He took out the latest work from his arms: "This is the ring of fortune, the power of fortune appeared in the world because of it."

"Give it to Chiron the next time Chiron asks us."

"Didn't he have no authority? Now he has."

"Your peaceful drawing can be completed earlier."

Clotho threw Hephaestus down, and they drifted in the void of history, just like the last time.

"I see……"

"Now, boo!"

(End of this chapter)