Chapter 73 The God Who Grew Up in the Human World

Since the night of the spiritual number, the sky was filled with fire, and in a blink of an eye, more than seventy years have passed.

Time has passed quickly, but for humans, except that the frequency of abnormal flashing of the sun has increased, and the scene of falling stars has become more and more frequent, there has been no change around Mount Odiles.

The environment has not changed because it is affected by the power of the sacred mountain, and the scenery remains the same all year round.

Humans have not changed, naturally because humans in the golden age are like this. If there had not been that unexpected dream, perhaps until they die, they will not be any different from when they were born.

However, there are some surprises in the monotonous life. The creature that was once brought to the human tribe has gradually grown up.

She has a god-like appearance, but she is different from humans. Humans are like male gods, and she is like a goddess, although she is a goddess who never grows up.

Although humans never communicate with her according to the order of the God King, as time goes by, some special things about her will inevitably spread among humans.

The sinner who steals the authority of the gods, this is how humans call her and the power she controls. Like the record of Hecate's advent, this was recorded on the stone slab and remained forever in front of the temple.

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Shasha

Shasha——

Walking barefoot on the leaves in the forest, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Hecate, with red hair and red skirt, walked briskly along the stream, towards the cabin where she lived.

"La La La——, I can finally go back~"

Humming a little tune, Hecate finished a morning of practice by the woods, and she was in a good mood.

Or, except for her childhood, Hecate was always in a good mood.

She was not tall, and according to the standards of later generations, she was about 1.5 meters tall. But with her tender cheeks, she didn't look abrupt.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of divine power, or perhaps some other reason, in short, it took a full fifty years for this original goddess of the fork in the road, the lord of the dead souls, and the sub-king of the underworld in the myth to finally enter the stage of rapid growth of the gods.

Then more than 20 years passed, and Hecate's appearance remained at the age of 14 or 15, with no signs of growing up.

"Uncle Cohen, it's you again~"

After walking a little further, Cohen was standing next to a large barrel that was difficult for one person to hug at the corner of the stream not far away, scooping water from it with a wooden spoon.

However, Cohen only moved his eyes to Hecate's greeting, and then there was no other response.

"Aren't you the 'king' of mankind? Why do you have to fetch water yourself every time?"

Hecate was not surprised that she didn't get a response, she just continued to ask.

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Cohen remained silent.

"The king of gods on the sacred mountain is not like this. He has nymphs and oak goddesses to do things for him. The king of gods can instruct other gods, why can't you?"

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Although Cohen wanted to say, you haven't been to the sacred mountain, why do you know the affairs of gods. Besides, gods and humans are different, and the king of gods is supreme, but he still didn't respond because of Kronos's oracle.

And in fact, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that if what Hecate said was true, it would not be unreasonable. After all, human beings worship God equally, which is a concept written into their souls when they were created. They respect the God King more, not because of their nature, but because other gods worship Kronos as their king.

So for the matter of "Gods serving other gods", humans still can't understand it very well. Like the humans on the sea, in their eyes, there is no difference between the God King and the sea gods.

"So slow--"

After watching for a while, Hecate became a little impatient. Although she has gradually gotten used to it over the years, in her opinion, many of the other party's behaviors are still unacceptable.

For example, since you can walk with a wooden bucket, why do you still need to use such a small wooden spoon. For example, she clearly tried to teach them other knowledge, but no one accepted it.

For example, they can build a temple as big as a hill, but they are unwilling to dig a river to divert water from other places to the settlement.

Hecate did ask, but no one responded to her. She also secretly listened to their conversations, but humans seemed to be accustomed to it.

In private words, they would use the knowledge taught by the gods, and would not learn things of unknown origin. In other words, what Hecate could "invent" was rejected by the golden humans.

Creation, that is the domain of the gods. No matter what is created, it is not something that mortals can do. So gradually, people thought that the reason why she was rejected by the gods was because she offended the authority of the gods.

"- Forget it, I will help you."

Ignoring Cohen's silent refusal, Hecate stretched out her little hand.

She made a snatching motion, and an invisible force moved with it. In an instant, under the filling of something in the air, the force formed a big hand composed of a force field.

But all this is invisible to the naked eye. The water in the stream seemed to be pulled by some force and flowed out of the shallow and narrow river channel. In a few breaths, the wooden barrel was filled.

"Okay, Uncle Cohen, your bucket is full~"

"I'm going back."

Clapping her hands, knowing that the other party would not have any response, Hecate just smiled, then walked around Cohen and continued to walk towards her residence.

Behind him, Cohen looked at the fiery red figure going away, frowned slightly, but still said nothing.

This strange power again. About thirty years ago, this life that fell from the sky suddenly mastered the power to influence nature.

Although her power is still very weak, far from the supreme power of the gods, many things, having, is itself a blasphemy.

‘Sinner. Stole the power of God? ’

Shaking his head, Cohen picked up the barrel and walked towards the settlement.

This heavy bucket that ten people couldn’t lift in the future was like nothing to Cohen. His power is close to the peak of ordinary things, and even if there is a proper method, the extraordinary realm can’t stop him at all.

But there is no way to practice in the world now, and even if there is, the golden humans don’t care about power. So thousands of years ago, Cohen already had such a physique, but today, thousands of years later, he has not changed much.

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Passing by seven fruit trees and avoiding three docile animal nests, the woods gradually became sparse.

In the center of the woods that Hecate named ‘Red Leaf Forest’, the cabin she built on the open ground was already in sight.

The cabin was originally built by Cohen, but Hecate later renovated it. She decorated the outside with flowers and colorful stones, and used magic to keep them evergreen all year round.

Squeaky——

“I’m back!”

Pushing the door open, Hecate greeted the empty cabin.

But no one responded to her. Just like the past few decades, no one except herself has ever set foot in this place.

Prepared a dinner for herself - some wild fruits picked on the roadside. Hecate returned to her bedroom and prepared to start the most anticipated part of the day.

Except for the first generation of Titans, no one is born knowing, and Hecate is no exception, but she has a little secret that she has never told anyone.

In the second year after she secretly learned to write, on the way back to the cabin, she picked up a treasure.