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Chapter 43 The Tiny World

Lemnos island.

This is already a world-famous place.

Although the small island is not magical, and the Vulcan Temple in the center of the island is just made of ordinary stones, but because the Vulcan God Hephaestus loves this place alone, it has gradually become extraordinary.

In the eyes of most gods, mentioning the island of Lemnos is equivalent to mentioning Hephaestus, the god of fire, just like the mountain of Olympus is to Zeus, and the underworld is to Hades.

In the temple on the island.

Hephaestus and Crotor are busy.

The ever-changing thread of destiny was spun by Clotho and fell into the hands of Hephaestus.

Hephaestus sat cross-legged by the gate of the temple, leaning against the columns supporting the temple, enjoying the sea breeze blowing in the distance.

A big drum rests at his feet.

The rays of the morning sun pierced through the morning mist on the sea, making people lazy and unable to lift their spirits.

But his work did not stop.

Straws of fate threads are intertwined, knotted, and merged into a thicker thin thread.

Compared with Clotho, who is spinning the thread of fate non-stop, this job is very easy.

Because there is too much free time, Hephaestus has to squint his eyes to appreciate Clotho from time to time.

People who are serious will have a unique aura of beauty, no matter whether that person is a man or a woman, if that person happens to have a logo, it will be extremely pleasing to the eye.

Cloto is such a woman who combines temperament and beauty.

She seemed to be planning to live permanently on Lemnos Island, ignoring the strange gazes of Hephaestus and Hephaestus' adoptive mother Eurynome, and cleaned up the temple that she was floating in the long river of fate.

The artifact that weaves the thread of fate in her hand is one of the trophies.

Hephaestus yawned by the door.

He suddenly regretted telling Clotho that he needed to use the Thread of Fate.He was shouted at dawn, completely disrupting his routine of going to bed early and waking up late.

But the results are gratifying.

Gently caressing the drum surface of the big drum at the foot, the drum surface woven by the silk thread of fate feels silky to the touch, and the fingers are drawn across the drum surface, like lightly touching the skin of a woman.

Suddenly there were footsteps and heavy breathing on the path leading to the temple.

A figure from far to near is Epimetheus.

He carried two small fish in his hands, and as a god, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he walked.

Hephaestus was a little listless, and slapped the drumhead casually.

"Boom..."

A golden ripple streaked across the island, accompanied by melodious and profound drumming.

Clotho, who was concentrating on herself, was disturbed by the sound of the drums. Her gaze naturally looked outside the temple. Epimetheus, who came to visit, stepped forward and had already arrived at the gate of the temple.

She hurriedly got up to greet him, took the two small fishes that Epimetheus was carrying, and handed him a sweat towel.

Epimetheus sat down at the gate of the temple, blowing the sea breeze with Hephaestus, and exhaled like a tired mortal.

He asked casually, "Your future wife?"

Hephaestus replied, "No, just friends."

"I feel that the scenery is good for me, and I will live here for a long time."

Epimetheus: "Oh."

Hephaestus asked him, "How many years have we not seen each other?"

"How did you become so weak?"

"If it wasn't for perception telling me that you are still powerful, I would have thought you had fallen down."

Feeling pain in his lower back while sitting, Epimetheus lay down on the floor of the temple.

He said: "I traded something for an opportunity, and it will be weak for a while."

Hephaestus glanced at him: "I thought you were going to die."

Epimetheus: "I didn't come to listen to your jokes."

"Do me a favor and give me a flame."

"It's time for my daughter Pyla to become a god."

"Just as... I owe you a favor."

Hephaestus turned his body sideways, looking boredly at the churning waves of the sea.

"You didn't pay off what you owed last time, so you came again."

"Pyla would be ashamed to have you as a father if she knew you dared to visit me after mentioning two small fish."

A flame appeared on the left shoulder, and as soon as Hephaestus stretched out his hand, the flame split into two, and he threw one of them to Epimetheus who was lying on the ground.

After taking over the flame, Epimetheus became even more indifferent: "You can't rush things like favors, just pay them back slowly, there will always be a day when you pay them back."

"And, my daughter is not such a superficial person."

He looked at the thread of fate in Hephaestus's hand, and suddenly said, "Weaving strings?"

"Do you want to make a piano?"

Hephaestus nodded: "Aglaia doesn't like Apollo a little bit. I'm going to make a piano and take away the music authority that Apollo will be in charge of later."

He took the opportunity to ask Epimetheus: "Do you think I can do it?"

Epimetheus sat up, pointed to the big drum at Hephaestus' feet, and said, "This harp won't work, but it can."

Hephaestus was amused. He straightened his back, separated his back from the pillars supporting the temple, and asked curiously, "Why?"

Epimetheus walked out of the temple and embarked on the return journey. The voice echoing in all directions was accurately sent into the temple by him: "When you lifted the table, did Apollo dare to say no?"

Hephaestus nodded pretendingly: "That's the truth."

He looked at the back of Epimetheus, half talking to himself and half asking: "I thought you were going to die."

"I didn't expect to change my mind suddenly."

The distant figure stopped and did not answer, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

A virtual tiny world suddenly appeared in Lemnos, everything in it was tiny.Tiny sun, moon and stars, tiny birds, beasts, fish and insects, and tiny humans and gods...

Epimetheus threw the flame in his hand into it, as if the creator god had brought down the disaster of destroying the world.

The world disappears, and Epimetheus suddenly disappears on the surface of the sea.

In the temple, Clotho, who witnessed this scene, was stunned in shock, and she blurted out: "What is that?"

Hephaestus shrugged: "As you can see, a complete world."

"It's just a little small."

"It seems that Epimetheus has completely got rid of the constraints of authority and distanced himself from us."

Crotor looked at Hephaestus, felt his historical power seriously, and said with emotion: "You restless people are really powerful."

"However, you should be the one who walked the farthest."

"In terms of pertinence, even Hades is inferior to you."

Hephaestus shook his head and raised two fingers: "No, I'm the one who walked the second farthest."

"The first one is someone else."

"he is……"

Before he finished speaking, Clotho immediately blocked Hephaestus' mouth with his hand: "Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

She returned to the depths of the temple and continued spinning as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Hephaestus also started to work, he muttered: "You are somewhat timid..."

(End of this chapter)