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Chapter 19 Existence at the End of Time

The Temple of Fate of the Three Goddesses of Fate is not in Mount Olympus, not even in this world.

There is a world of its own, and the magnificent temple is hidden in the long river of fate.

Hephaestus, who has included historical authority, is already qualified to travel the river of fate and arrive here.

Passing through the empty front hall, Clotho in the image of an old woman is weaving the thread of fate in front of the loom. Her two sisters, Lachesis who distributes fate and Atropos who cuts fate are not in the temple. , I don’t know where to go to play.

For Hephaestus, who likes to come uninvited, Clotho is no longer surprised, and he doesn't even bother to raise his head.

"What are you doing here again, Hephaestus?"

Pretending not to hear the impatience in the female myth, Hephaestus cheekily made a request:

"Help me save someone."

"King Linkos of Stykua."

Clotho was a little amused: "What kind of king is he? Have you ever seen a country where there is only one king?"

"Besides, save people and find gods with medical authority."

"If you die, ask Hades for someone."

"What are you doing to me?"

Hephaestus found mead in the temple and drank it from a golden cup.

"A country with only one person is not a country? Linkos thinks he is the king, so he is the undisputed king."

"And, you know what I mean, I not only want to save him, but also give him strength to help me find a way to resist fate."

Clotho stopped spinning, looked at Hephaestus, and sincerely advised her friend.

"Hephaestus, you can't do it."

"You can't do it, but the mortal Linkos is even more impossible to do it."

"Everything is doomed, it cannot be changed, and it cannot be changed."

"We will inevitably come to an end, that is destiny."

Hephaestus put down the golden cup, looked at his friend, and asked:
"Cloteau, don't you find it ridiculous?"

"The goddess of fate is also a part of fate, not the master."

Clotho bowed her head and said nothing, she wanted to bypass this topic.

But Hephaestus pressed on step by step, and he continued:

"Do you know, Clotho, I don't believe in fate, and I don't think anyone in the gods believes in such illusory things."

"But when I stood on the throne of history and looked towards the future, I realized for the first time that the future is not a cloud of fog or countless tributaries."

"It has a clear thread, and it has an end."

"A great existence holds a scythe in his hand, standing at the end of time, ready to harvest us."

"I'm not reconciled, Clotho, this is not fate, this is a farce."

Clotho whispered: "You can't resist, Hephaestus."

"We are too weak."

"Even Gaia, the goddess of the earth at her peak, can't resist."

"You know, the moment Goddess Gaia was born, she was the only god."

"It is the first and last supreme divine power."

"But as a result, Abyss Tartarus, Desire Eros, Dark Erebus, and my mother Night Nix were born one by one."

"Losing her uniqueness, she fell from supreme divine power to great divine power on the spot."

"So you understand? The existence standing at the end of time is beyond our comprehension."

Hephaestus took a breath: "I know, but I still have to resist."

"I accept that life is limited, but I refuse to be dominated by others."

"I must always ensure that my choice is my own decision, rather than following the script."

"Playing like a clown, that's ugly."

"Clottor, will you help me?"

The goddess who weaved fate sighed: "What are you going to do, Linkos is just a mortal, he can't go far."

"He can't go far alone." Hephaestus affirmed.

"But if I give him support, he can keep going."

"I will give him eternal life and let him try to become a god as a true mortal."

"He will fight, fail, get up and continue to fight."

"It doesn't take much, as long as he can succeed once, it proves that fate is not inevitable."

"There are also loopholes."

Cloto: "That's why you left the foundation of becoming a god at the bottom of the flame rule?"

"Being burned to ashes in the flames, the consciousness remains awake after losing its physical support, and is reborn in nothingness."

"Even the gods can't do this."

"Will it be too difficult for him?"

Hephaestus replied to Clotho: "If it is not so difficult, how can mortals cast the cornerstone of gods without the help of gods?"

"Do you think it's possible for this rule I left behind to continue?"

"Also, Linkos doesn't necessarily need to become a god, if he can challenge the gods as a mortal and win the battle."

"I'd love to see that happen."

"If he can do it, I can do it too."

Cloto: "It's a dream, have you ever seen an ant that can support its feet to crush it to death?"

Hephaestus was expressionless: "Linkos' will is strong enough, he may not be an ant."

Clotho's cheeks twitched because of her friend's arrogance, but she still said:

"I'll help you, but not now."

"Lincos must make the last leg of his destiny."

"At that time, he can become a free man who is not bound by the thread of fate."

"However, that's all. He can't change the fate of others."

"If he does it, he will be entangled by the thread of fate, and then he will sink deeper and deeper."

Hephaestus smiled and said, "Isn't there still me?"

"He just has to do it. With me around, it's hard for him to die."

Clotho was a little helpless, she said to Hephaestus:

"This is the last time."

"The master of fate is not me."

"The deeper I got involved, the stronger the backlash."

"I have a hunch that if you forcefully use the power of fate, you will completely lose the qualification to control the authority of fate."

"Or, be assimilated by the power of fate, become indifferent, and become a puppet of fate who has lost himself."

Hephaestus narrowed his eyes and his expression became serious.

"Has it gotten to this point?"

"Do Lachesis and Atropos know?"

Clotho shook his head.

"I didn't tell them, and I didn't need to let them know."

She glanced at Hephaestus: "Don't tell them either."

"They know, it's just two more worried people, it won't work."

Hephaestus stared at Clotho: "You'll be fine."

"If you are swept in by the river of fate, I will also try to rescue you."

"I swear to Styx, the River Styx, if I violate it, I will be imprisoned in the abyss of Tartarus."

"Never see the light of day."

Clotho continued to spin, and she joked: "It is my honor to be illuminated by the light of Vulcan."

(End of this chapter)