Chapter 14 I am not a god

His breathing became heavier and his eyes were a little red.

There are obviously huge benefits in front of me, but why do I feel a little disgusted?

Yes, disgust, he hated this feeling.

Just like when he was at the dock, he saw the ugly, swollen monster in front of him. Although he knew that this world had extraordinary powers, he still tried to use his knowledge to explore the truth before him.

Some things are deeply engraved in the soul.

He knows very little about this world, but still tries to piece together what it is like with the clues in his hands.

Questioning and thinking are the origins of human civilization, and modern science is its fruitful result.

Even though the world has changed and his knowledge has become worthless, he has never given up questioning and thinking.

What about gods? Gods only ask people to obey, but science asks people to question.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He did not believe in gods and only believed in himself. He supported himself with his own hands and pursued his dreams with his feet.

In this life, his origins were unknown. Gods might really exist in the world. Should he bow down to them or let the witches in front of him put him on the throne? Following the path of his predecessors and playing tricks, is this all he can do? Zeus closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

So what if there are gods? So what if there are no gods? How arrogant were humans in the past. They measured the world with their own feet, and the star map constructed with science and faith did not even leave a place for gods.

Hughes, you have seen the splendor of mortals, but now you are succumbing to desire?

God? Curse? Prophecy?

What he saw was a group of slaves bravely standing up and smashing their shackles with their own hands, but now he is going to take the crown?

Hughes suddenly opened his eyes.

All the chaotic thoughts disappeared, and his will, which had been tempered by temptation, was as hard as steel. There was no more hesitation in his eyes.

"Get up, banshees, you shouldn't worship me!" Zeus shouted loudly, and the banshees raised their heads and looked at the small human with confusion in their eyes.

He looked to his side, "Ash, let me ask you, was what I said about the water pressure at the dock correct or not?"

Ash was a little surprised, "Of course you are right, we are back to our original state now."

"I said at the time that this was all knowledge from books, do you remember?"

Ash nodded, "Yes, you said so."

"So, is it me or the knowledge that freed you from the curse?"

Ash was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Xiu Si took a step forward and looked around: "Bane women, I ask you, who fought a bloody way out of the siege of the fishmen, who blocked the gunfire of the ghost ship, was it me?"

The banshees were stunned. They vaguely realized what Zeus wanted to do, that horrible possibility. No, even thinking about it made the banshees feel their whole bodies trembling.

Some of the banshees looked down at their hands, at a loss. Some of them held their heads in pain, with confused eyes.

Zeus knew that these banshees already had the answer in their hearts, but they just didn't dare to face it. He now needed to add fuel to the fire.

A banshee hesitantly stood up and answered: "We fight for you, for the gods."

"You are fighting for freedom!" Hughes said loudly without hesitation, "I see brave and fearless warriors, I see unhesitating sacrifice, I see noble anger rolling in your eyes, and I see you smashing the shackles of fate with your own hands."

"You are no longer slaves. This is not a gift from God, but a victory you earned with your courage and blood."

The seabed was as quiet as a snowy morning. The banshees' faces were filled with shock and even fear. What Zeus said was something they had never dared to think about. These words were shocking and even blasphemous, but... these were said by their god himself.

Gods save banshees, and banshees protect gods. This is a song from eternity, and it is also a belief deeply engraved in every banshee.

Thousands of years ago, they sang such songs to defend their homes, and sang such songs to endure curses. They thought that in the future they would sing such songs to welcome new gods, forever.

But now, someone has stood up and told them that the banshees should sing praises of themselves.

The banshees were in confusion, and cracks began to appear in their worldview, which was then smashed to pieces by the human in front of them.

"We are no longer slaves." A banshee murmured in a low voice.

More banshees raised their heads and tried to think. In the past, they only had to obey, obey the gods, obey the slave masters, obey the prophecies, and obey the fate.

But now, the god they believed in made them try to think.

Slowly, the answer that made them feel incredible emerged in the minds of the banshees. What frightened them even more was that the answer came from their own thinking.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly silent. The banshees lowered their heads, not daring to acknowledge the horrible fact that popped up in their minds.

Xius waited patiently, he knew that something was about to come out.

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Finally, one of the banshees stood up and looked at Zeus with horror: "That is to say, you, you, you are not..." She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head desperately, as if trying to swallow her words.

"Yes, I am not a god."

When the banshees heard this, they looked up at Zeus in shock, and time seemed to have stopped.

"I am not a god, I have never been a god, and I will never be a god in the future." Hughes said slowly but firmly, "I am just a mortal."

The banshees fell silent again.

What did they hear? The gods denied their own existence.

Even though they had already guessed it, hearing Hughes admit it himself still had a huge impact on them.

But for some reason, when the guess appeared, they were afraid; when the guess gradually came true, they trembled; when the guess became the truth, they felt relieved.

Some banshees still could not accept the fact, they kept talking nonsense and yelling loudly, but some of them lowered their heads silently, not knowing what they were thinking, the scene was in chaos.

But there were also a few banshees, staring at Zeus with sharp eyes. Their eyes were no longer full of fanaticism, but there was something else.

Zeus sighed inwardly. He was not a saint and he did not have moral cleanliness. He was also greedy and short-sighted.

But I can’t explain why, when I see those pairs of sincere eyes, there are some words that I just can’t say.

Having traveled through time once and no longer having to fear death, does he still only dare to use lies to cover up his cowardice?

Hughes closed his eyes.

He did not say anything else. He knew that these banshees could not accept this fact for a while, and had never even had this concept in mind. If anyone else said these words except him, the banshees would only sneer at them, but it happened to be him.

He, the man who was placed on the throne, stepped down personally and returned the glory to the banshees.

Will the banshees be grateful to him? Probably not.

Xius smiled self-deprecatingly and closed his eyes gently.

(End of this chapter)