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Chapter 133 What is the Prophecy?
Acrisius was a king, a father, and a mortal.

He also hesitated to harm an unborn baby.

But in the end, his father's side took the upper hand.

However, his lucky side was never really defeated.

He counted the days patiently, waiting for the baby to be born, and named him Perseus before he was born.

The days of suffering are finally over.

The day has finally come.

He put his daughter Danae and the baby Perseus in a wooden box, and let them drift on the open sea until they went away...far away...

He knew that one day they would come back, but sooner or later...

……

This day has come.

Otis, in black robe, watched them quietly not far away. He watched how Danae and Perseus were packed into wooden boxes and how they were pushed into the sea.

His thoughts were in disarray.

Perseus is the heir of the god-king Zeus, but the god-king Zeus gave Perseus grandfather Acrisios a revelation, revealing that he would be kicked off the throne by Perseus and would be harmed by him.

Otis is just a mortal, and he likes to look at problems from the perspective of a mortal.

Was it wrong for Acrisius to throw his own daughter Danae and his son Perseus into the sea?Can he... be understood?
Was Danae wrong in giving birth to Perseus?She is doing her motherly duty and nature, is she at fault?

Who is to blame?Perseus?He is just a newborn baby, where is his fault?

So... who is at fault?

Or... was everyone at fault?
Otis looked at the wooden box that was gradually drifting away in the distance.Originally, he came all the way to Argos to prove that the future cannot be determined by the gods, but no one told him that fate is like this.

He felt a little funny, like a clown on a stage.

But he quickly put this thought aside.He asked Sata hidden in his heart: "Sata, is Perseus wrong?"

Sata answered him, "Then what are you referring to?"

Yes, Perseus is still a newborn baby, he has not experienced anything yet.

Otis asked again: "Then will he make mistakes in the future? Will he be wrong?"

Sata quickly answered Otis, and he asked back: "Then did you make a mistake?"

"Offended."

"That's right." Sata answered him. "So I can only tell you—not necessarily."

Something deep in Otis's heart seemed to be touched.With an idea, he continued to ask Sata: "Sata, do you believe in fate?"

"I feel like some destiny is meant to be, and when you decide to change it, you become a part of it."

Sata's old voice sounded from the bottom of Otis' heart: "Then why should I believe in fate?"

"The most wonderful thing about the future is that it is unpredictable. Even mere mortals can have the possibility of becoming a god tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Sata sighed: "Odis, I heard your heart tremble."

"You don't think it's possible?"

"Then let me ask you, I said you will become a god tomorrow, do you think it is possible?"

"Is it possible?" Otis murmured from under the black robe.

He originally wanted to refute, because this might be too far-fetched.

But he couldn't refute.

Because mortals become gods, no matter how far-fetched this matter may be, it cannot really be refuted.When Otis thought about it, he found that the world is always full of infinite possibilities.

Opportunity, good luck, and even being valued by important people and being treated differently by enemies are all possible.

Sometimes there is no need to look forward to tomorrow, maybe just today, at this very moment, a god passing by by chance will value him and make him a god in one step?

Therefore, Otis could not refute.

Even he himself feels that the future is unpredictable and changeable.It's just that he was confused, he was shaken.

Sata's voice continued to ring in his heart: "Look, Otis, you don't want to refute me."

"Because this is your heart. And I am rooted in your heart, I can hear its whispers, and see your truest side."

"You ask me if I believe in fate? I can answer you now, I don't believe it."

"Even if it is an outstanding prophet, there will always be a day when his predictions go wrong. Just like no one is perfect in this world, people cannot be smart for a lifetime, and they will inevitably make some mistakes. Only in this way can he Get close to the dust, and join us fools."

"This is unavoidable even for the gods who live in the sky."

"If there is a perfect person in the world who is perfect from all angles, do you think he is still a man or a god? If not, what is he? Is he good or bad?"

"Similarly, is there an infallible prophecy in the world? If so, what is it? Could it be a curse, because only curses never make mistakes, and it depends on the power of the caster to measure the final result, As long as you are strong enough, it will never go wrong."

"Now let me ask you, Otis, what do you think of fate?"

Speaking of which, Sata sighed: "Follow your heart, Otis."

"Fate..." Otis licked the word on the tip of his tongue.

Under the hood, his eyes gradually became resolute and resolute: "Yes, fate is a curse, and I live under a curse."

"If possible, I would really like to stab the person who cast the spell."

As he spoke, he stepped into the sea in a black robe, and swam vigorously towards the wooden box in the distance.

As soon as he moved, Acrisius, king of Argos, saw him in the distance. "Black robe?" There was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

He turned sideways and ordered to the guard beside him: "Zhang Gong."

The guards dutifully drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the distance.But they were slow to shoot the arrow, because their king had not yet ordered it.

And those who disobey the order, die!
Acrisios finally failed to yell out the murderous words stuck in his throat.

He seemed to have used all the strength he had in his life to swallow that word.

This simple decision seemed to use up the last of his strength for the rest of his life, and his strong waist bent down in an instant.

"Forget it." He said, turning his head to look at the sea, and saw the man in black robe who broke in holding the wooden box.

He seems to be sighing, but also seems to be complaining: "Why is time like this wave after wave, always beating the reef constantly, trying to erode it bit by bit."

"Could it be that when you are old, you must be buried with the times?"

"Ah, why do I always like to make such decisions that I know are wrong?"

"I've done everything I can, from now on I can only race against little Perseus..."

"I can't do this, I have to avoid him..."

(End of this chapter)