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Chapter 153 Epimetheus: Turn the infinite into the finite!

Thriving forest.

A lake in the middle of the forest.

There are also old-fashioned and brand-new villages and beautiful sunsets that never fall.

Here is the abode of Epimetheus, the god of foolishness, where he fled from the mortal world in ancient and unknown ages.

This place is separated from the human world, and it is not a heaven. It is in an independent place that belongs to Epimetheus, the god of ignorance.

Here, gods from different paths gather.Among them are the ancient gods of the root, the new gods of faith, and the two human origins who connect the roots and faith-Pyla and Deucalion.

This is indeed a wonderful combination.

At least not to mortals.

Because among these four gods, there is "knowledge" revered by mortal scholars, the origin of this generation of mortals, the second of the three creators, Pyrrha and Deucalion.

More importantly - they are headed by ignorance that mortals despise.

This is really hard for mortals to understand.

Because chasing "knowledge" is praised by everyone, advocating the origin is inherently understandable, only ignorance, often spurned and subconsciously forgotten.

Maybe... the fact that ignorance is the end is unreasonable.

Now they are all brought together.

Watch a beautiful goddess in a misty village under the eternal sunset.

The beautiful goddess holds a lamp that exudes brilliance.

She turned her back to the setting sun, gradually drifted away, and walked into the blurred halo, and disappeared in the next trance.

But she still left something for this land that has its own family in heaven and earth.

It was an open letter.Now it is in the hands of the female origin of this generation of humanity.

The foolish old gods saw it and gave it to his daughter Pyrrha.This seems to be a hint, a kind of examination, as if tacitly acquiescing to her daughter to read this letter.

The beautiful goddess left slowly, and Pila was finally able to read the white paper in his hand that was light and heavy like a thunderbolt.

The wind blew across the paper, and the slender fingers also lifted the paper in the evening wind, making the letter with only a few strokes make a crisp rustling sound.

Three gazes fell on Pyla at the same time, and finally moved to the letter paper.

In the huge blank space, there are only four beautiful small characters written in the upper left corner - "Pay attention to your steps."

The font is clear and elegant, and the temperament is restrained, so the writing should be very light.It is not difficult to see that it is the handwriting of a goddess.

There was doubt in Pila's eyes, she looked up, as if she wanted to find the beautiful goddess with the lamp in the distance.But the beautiful goddess has long since left, and Pyrrha's eyes are only a phantom with a lantern.

She couldn't help expressing this doubt: "Father, why is Hephaestus so troublesome?"

"Four words are just the effort for him to say a sentence at intervals."

"Or...is sister Clotho's status already so low? She needs to come to deliver the letter."

"But isn't she the only favored person under the crown?"

Her mother, Pandora, couldn't help laughing and taunting her: "When someone calls you sister, you really dare to answer!"

"Fortunately, Clotho doesn't care, and he doesn't have the heart to play tricks on you."

"Otherwise you will be miserable!"

Pilar was even more puzzled.

Then the air was full of joy.

Looking at his daughter, Epimetheus smiled and shook his head while looking at the more mature Deucalion.Deucalion is the origin of this generation of human males, the husband of Pyrrha, and the heir of the prophet Prometheus who was active on the earth when he was not imprisoned.

After a long time, he is destined to experience many things and say many different things.

As the head of the family, Epimetheus had thought of giving pointers.

"Deucalion, tell me."

Deucalion had already had a draft.

"Father, the arrival of the goddess Clotho should be a signal from Hephaestus to us."

"There are about three things he wants to tell us."

"First, this letter was written by the goddess Clotho. This time, let her deliver it by herself. I don't want to be so troublesome next time."

"Secondly, His Majesty could let us know in an instant, but he still chose to let the goddess Clotho carry the lamp. And that lamp...is the one in the hands of His Majesty Hephaestus. This shows that The signal His Majesty wants to send cannot be put on the bright side, he wants us to know, but only us to know."

"Third, pay attention to your feet..."

Deucalion did not say this, but asked a question: "Father, will you respond?"

Epimetheus nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course I would," he said.

"You don't need to shy away. Although Gaia is my origin, it is not an invincible opponent."

"I'm not afraid of her. I am now and more so in the future."

He paused and continued, "You are limited by your vision. Although you see many things, they are not complete."

"Actually, the first point you said is the most important point. Clotho's status is higher than you imagined. In the future, you will use whatever attitude you have towards Hera."

"Second point, Cloto actually not only has a streamer, but also the history book. I don't need to tell you the meaning behind the time history book. This is your limitation, and I don't blame you."

"The third point you said is the most important point to me. You made a mistake on it."

"You have to remember that this letter is not an echo, but a reminder."

"Our position has been made clear a long time ago. We can tell who is the enemy and who is the friend at a glance. This is the last thing we need and the least doubtful thing."

"If you hesitate because the enemy is strong, then your position is not firm. If your position is not firm, then you have lost before fighting."

"Remember, you can think, but you can't hesitate."

"Because thinking is rational, it is judgment; and hesitation is a sign of failure. It shows that you are afraid and tells your opponent that you have lost confidence."

Deucalion seemed thoughtful.

Epimetheus laughed.

"Take Pila back, your mother and I have something to chat about."

So Deucalion and Pyrrha went back.

At this moment, Pandora, who is his wife, blamed him from the sidelines: "Why are you bullying the little guy, he is just thinking, you insist on saying he is hesitant."

"Using the big to bully the small, shameless!"

Epimetheus touched his face: "I'm teaching him! He will inevitably meet opponents in the future. With his character, he will definitely give in if he is not sure, but who will wait for him to be fully prepared?"

"Is it you or me?"

"Opportunities are never prepared, but fought for."

"Just like the unpredictable battle situation, the fighter plane is fleeting, and if you miss it, you will miss it."

Pandora suddenly sighed.

"Yeah, it's like an unpredictable battle situation. So you want to seize the opportunity, right? But your opponent is the goddess Gaia! The end of the earth, your origin!"

"I thought she was too." Epimetheus replied indifferently. "Cloteau came to me because of her."

"Now it seems that there is only one origin for me, my father, the elder brother of the previous god king Kronos, Iapetus, the ancestor of humans in the Silver Age."

"but……"

The words of Epimetheus ushered in a turning point.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"Do you still remember those stories I told you? The world is an infinite cycle, and we circulate in it endlessly, endlessly."

"Our life is infinite, and it can be extended in an alternative way to achieve true eternity."

"But it won't be long before I can turn the infinite into the finite."

"Abandon authority, abandon the infinite future, the limited me will be stronger than the infinite me."

"Gaia thought she could use a name to bind me, but if I don't even want a name, she can treat me like this again."

"It's just a little lonely. I'm the only one walking this road. But when you think about it carefully, Hephaestus and Hades are also walking alone. This loneliness is finally less."

Pandora cannot understand these higher-level secrets, she is a god of faith.

She went to hold her husband's hand: "Isn't there still me? You won't feel lonely when I'm here."

Epimetheus laughed: "Yes, it's lucky to have you."

"Then are you willing to give up your infinite life and go to a limited future with me? At that time, everything is limited, life is limited, names are limited, and even the time we spend together becomes limited. One day less, no eternity."

Pandora immediately replied in the affirmative: "Of course I am willing! Infinite life is too illusory. You tell me about those fallen worlds and how our lives are endless and endless. I don't understand."

"I always feel that the current me is the real me. Yesterday's me has passed away, and tomorrow's me may not come. Grasp the present, grasp the present, this is my life, it is limited but infinite!"

Epimetheus did not smile this time.

His voice is solemn, as if he is talking about an eternal promise: "If you want, then I can do it."

"I swear on my days to come, you will walk down the same "limited" path as I do."

"You must set foot, and I must do it!"

(End of this chapter)