Chapter 72: Chapter 49 The God Who Grew up in the Mortal Realm
Translator: 549690339
On the night of spiritual counts, meteors fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than seventy years had passed.
Time hurried by, but for humans, apart from the more frequent abnormal twinkling of the sun and the increasingly common sight of falling stars, nothing much around Mount Othrys had changed.
The environment had not changed because it was influenced by the power of Mount of the Gods, where it was evergreen all year round, and the scenery remained as usual.
The humans had not changed, naturally, because that is just how the people of the Golden Age were. If not for that unexpected dream, perhaps they would have remained unchanged until the day they died.
However, in the monotonous flow of life, there was a little anomaly. The creature who had once been brought to the human tribe was gradually growing up.
She had an appearance like a deity, yet she was different from humans. Humans resembled male gods; she resembled a female goddess, though she was a goddess who never grew up.
Even though the humans, following the Divine King’s command, never interacted with her, with the passing of time, some of her peculiar traits inevitably began to circulate among them.
The sinner who stole the authority of deities, that is what humans called her and the power she held. Just like the records of Hecate’s descent, this too was engraved on the stone tablets, forever remaining in front of the temple.
Sasa...
Sasa—
Barefoot on the forest leaves, listening to the sound of the wind passing through the leaves. With red hair and a red dress, Hecate walked with a light step along the stream, heading towards her little cabin.
“Lalala—, finally, I can go back~”
Humming a tune, having finished a morning’s practice at the edge of the woods, Hecate was in a very good mood.
Or rather, except for her childhood, Hecate’s mood was always quite cheerful.
She was not very tall, by future standards, she was about one meter fifty-something in height. But matched with her youthful cheeks, it did not seem out of place.
It might have been due to the scarcity of Divine Power, or perhaps for some other reason, but it took a full fifty years for this deity who was originally a minor goddess of crossroads and mistress of souls in the Underworld, to finally enter the stage of rapid growth for a deity.
Then, another twenty or so years passed, and Hecate’s appearance remained that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, without a sign of further aging.
“Uncle Cohen, it’s you again~”
“There you go, Uncle Cohen, your bucket is full~”
“I’m going back now.”
Clapping her hands and knowing there would be no reaction from him, Hecate just smiled and then walked past Cohen, continuing towards her own abode.
Behind her, Cohen glanced at the departing fiery red figure, furrowed his brow slightly, but still said nothing.
It was this strange power again. Starting about thirty years ago, from some unknown time, this life that fell from the sky had suddenly gained the power to affect nature.
Although her power was still weak and nowhere near the supreme authority of the deities, having many things, in itself, was a form of blasphemy.
‘Sinner... Did she steal divine power?’
Shaking his head, Cohen picked up the bucket and walked towards the settlement.
To Cohen, this bucket which would be too heavy for ten men to lift in later generations was like nothing. His strength was almost at the pinnacle of all things, and even if there were proper methods, the transcendent domain wouldn’t be able to stop him.
But the current world had no path of cultivation, and, even if there were, Golden Humanity did not care about strength. Thus, thousands of years ago, Cohen already possessed such a physique, and thousands of years later, today, he showed no change.
Passing seven fruit trees, avoiding three animal nests with docile residents, the woods gradually began to thin out.
In the heart of the woods that Hecate named ‘Redleaf Woods,’ her small wooden hut built on a clearing was now within sight.
The hut was originally built by Cohen, but Hecate later modified it. She adorned the outside with fresh flowers and various colored stones and used magic power to keep them evergreen throughout all seasons.
Creak—
“I’m back!”
Pushing open the door, Hecate greeted the empty wooden hut as if talking to herself.
But there was no response. Just as it had been for the past decades, no one but herself had ever set foot in this place.
She prepared a dinner for herself—just some wild fruits she picked on the roadside. Hecate returned to her bedroom, ready to start the part of the day she most looked forward to.
Apart from the primeval Titans, no one was born with knowledge of it, and Hecate was no exception, but she had a little secret she had never shared with anyone before.
After learning to write secretly, the second year, on her way back to the hut, she picked up a treasure.