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Chapter 98 The "Wooden Door" in Chaos: The Three Goddesses on the Small Bed of Natural Eddy Currents
in chaos.

Everything here is primitive and ignorant.

Earth, night, mist, abyss, sky, and darkness.

These huge things that symbolize a certain concept gather here.

Some of them are very close, and some are far away.

An intangible, world-representing concept unites them.

They all represent part of the concept.

Now, there is one more thing here.

It was a door, a golden, old wooden door, or rather, it was just a wooden frame.

The golden light covered the wooden door like a flowing water curtain.

No one knows what kind of scenery is behind the light curtain, maybe it leads to an unknown place, maybe it is still a hazy chaos.

Compared with the surrounding similar ones, the wooden door is small, but not obtrusive.

There is no doubt that it is the one here.

A ray of light flew out from the present world and penetrated through the wooden door, and disappeared after drawing a graceful arc.

Inside the "door".

The sky is an old yellow, like the pages of a yellowed book.The earth does not exist here, but countless floating islands support the palace.

A big fireball hangs in the middle of the sky, emitting a dim light, but it is not dazzling when viewed directly, just like a painting.

Here is the "Frontier", the refuge from the world that the great Hephaestus built for himself.

It is quiet and silent here.

The light took the form of two human beings, Hephaestus the Great and Aglaia, the Goddess of Radiance.

Aglaia admired her eyes, and she looked around here, as if she really understood the unfathomable background of the powerful god.

The grand and quaint palaces spread out before the eyes, and through the cracks between the portals, one can see countless inconceivable wonders and artifacts displayed inside.

Although the shapes of these dead things are all kinds of strange, there are swords, hats, fishing boats, orbs, and so on.

But Aglaia can be sure of one thing, they are all precious, rare, even handed down and unique.

Here is the treasure house of the master craftsman!
She looked into the yellow sky and saw a large ball of fire that acted as a sun.

It is covered with invisible threads, which is faith.

This thing, pursued by countless gods, is only fuel to fuel the fire here.

They all belong to the god who leads the way.

Although he doesn't ask for it, he has it.

His back is so tall and so mysterious.

Along with his progress, a hidden "door" appeared in front of him.

This is the "gate" from the "border".

Aglea followed Hephaestus step by step.

The moment you pass through the "door", the world in your perception becomes lively.

The sound of the wind, the moonlight, and the beautiful scenery filled the whole world of Aglaia.

The wind is the sea breeze, the moon is the full moon, and the scenery is the reef, the tide, and the migratory birds flying in the moonlight.

It took only a moment for Aglaia to understand.

This is the present world, this is... the island of Lemnos!

She looked into the distance and found a huge vortex at the end of her field of vision.

The vortex is really big.

It circles the island of Lemnos and encloses a huge sea area.

The rushing water is full of fallen leaves and broken boulders.

This is the vortex of nature and the mighty power of the gods.

Inside the vortex, the wind and waves are calm, and outside the vortex, the boundless sea water is separated to form a bottomless cavity, and the turbulent eddy is in the middle.

It seems that this is another world, and there is an unpredictable force that separates this island from the sea.

Looking down from the boundary between sea and eddy, there is nothing to be seen but the unknown and the deep darkness.

Aglaia's eyes were full of shock.

Hephaestus in front noticed it, and he smiled sideways: "As you can see, we have moved."

Aglaya recovered from the shock, and she asked inexplicably: "Why is it so troublesome to go to Chaos first, and then come back here from Chaos?"

Hephaestus did not answer immediately, but continued to walk forward.

He laughed as he walked: "Some people don't want us to stay in this world."

"Because we should live in Chaos."

"But. I wasn't happy, so it took a while to come back."

"I like here and the sea. The beach, the sun, the sea breeze, and our islands are the most beautiful only in this world."

Aglaia is still puzzled, why should we live in chaos?Why?
But Hephaestus had no intention of continuing to answer her questions. He smiled and walked forward, and he could already see the outline of the temple in front of him.

He has the answer in his heart.

Facts may offend some, but facts are facts.

In the ocean... there is no one like him.

He dwelt in the seas, known to no great being except Erebus, the god of darkness, who was outrageous and indifferent.

Like he told Aglaia, he loves the sea, the sand, the sun, and the wind, so why stay away from it?

After walking along the deserted trail for a while, the two of them entered the temple.

Noticing the two graceful figures on the small bed in the corner of the temple, Aglaia was obviously stunned for a moment.

This is... another one?
Sitting side by side on the cot were the goddesses Hestia and Clotho, who were also looking at Aglaia.

Clotho sat in a corner, her beautiful face expressionless.

Hestia sat on the side near the gate of the temple, with a half-smile on his face.

Seeing that Aglaya was also watching her, she leaned further into the small bed, and patted the empty seat she was afraid of giving up.The simple little bed made a hollow sound when she slapped it.

Aglea was silent.

She approached the cot and sat on the vacant seat.

She lowered her head, thinking about it, as if her mind was wandering away.

Hephaestus had no time for them.

He is busy.

A small hole leading to the "treasure house" was opened by him in the air.He reached in and groped, and from the little hole he brought out a big drum.

The big drum is half his height.

He passed the small bed with a big drum, and muttered loudly: "Such a small bed, don't you feel crowded?"

"I feel crowded when I look at it."

No one answered.

The three people on the small bed lowered their heads tacitly, as if none of them heard.

No one... wants to stand up first.

Hephaestus didn't expect them to answer him either.

He walked out of the temple with a big drum and sat on the threshold of the temple.

The sea breeze blew the broken hair from his temples, and he beat the big drum in the sea breeze.

The loud drumbeat attracted the attention of the three goddesses in the temple, and it spread secretly in the sea breeze.

The ancient gods who gave birth to it gave it a sacred mission, which it needs to fulfill and never return.

Beyond the boundary between sea and land, it went stealthily.

To... Mount Olympus!

……

Mount Olympus, Temple of the Sun.

Apollo felt in a trance that he heard the sound of great drums.

He thought it was a hallucination, but it didn't feel like it.

So he looked down at the harp in his hand.

The strings are broken...

(End of this chapter)