"In the end, we will still die, and we will only die a more horrible death."
Upon hearing this, Athena turned pale, unable to believe it.
"Why...?"
"Can't we live forever?"
Although she was the goddess of wisdom, Athena's heart was filled with turmoil at this moment.
My usually calm mind was now in turmoil, like a twisted, gnarled tumbleweed.
She couldn't understand Poseidon's conclusion.
Although their bodies have turned into golden apples, they are no longer immortal even if they are killed, as they used to be.
But why not simply hide?
In this vast world, there will always be a place for them to find refuge.
As long as you're alive, there's always a chance to turn things around.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
This is surely better than watching Viktor and Zeus clash and waiting for death, isn't it?
"It's too late."
Poseidon dismissed Athena's idea with a touch of irony.
His words flowed out relaxedly, and his body seemed slightly heavy, as if all the previous struggles had been completely released from him.
At this moment, Poseidon is like an old man about to bid farewell to the world.
"A god without faith cannot survive."
"not to mention……"
At the same time, Poseidon's massive body began to wither.
His once delicate and vibrant skin gradually collapsed.
Like an apple that has been left out for too long, it has lost its moisture and its surface is covered with wrinkles and rotten holes.
The azure hair color had faded, revealing large patches of withered yellow and pale white.
Deep wrinkles, fine and dense, were etched on his relaxed face.
Athena, witnessing Poseidon's sudden change, took a few steps back in alarm, her face turning pale.
She seemed to have thought of something, and lowered her head to extend her palm.
Watching my once fair and smooth hands begin to wither at a visible rate, until the skin clung tightly to the bones...
At the same time, scab-like fragments appeared on the palm, and the bottom showed signs of decay.
Her eyes trembled, terror surging like a tidal wave, instantly filling her pupils, and her voice choked with sobs.
"Why...why..."
"I...I haven't gone home yet..."
"Why."
At this time, Poseidon's body was rapidly aging and nearly withered.
Like Apollo in the past, his body is riddled with cracks and on the verge of breaking apart.
Upon witnessing this scene, Poseidon smiled with relief and looked up at the sky:
"We who have no faith are like apples detached from the roots of a tree."
"If left for too long, the apple will rot."
As soon as she finished speaking, Athena looked up abruptly, her eyes wide with understanding, and she finally realized why they had fallen to such a state.
After being infected with the 'Golden Apple' virus
Only by regaining their divinity can they recover and escape the influence of the Golden Apple virus.
But to regain divinity, human faith is needed.
However, Viktor's involvement allowed the entire world to see the 'evil' of the gods.
From then on, humanity will never believe in gods again.
The gods will no longer have the opportunity to regain the faith of humankind.
And their bodies will gradually rot under the contamination of the 'virus'.
Until everyone forgets the gods, and finally, they vanish completely.
Just like Ares and Apollo.
They too will eventually become a golden apple, forever sealed on the branch of that sacred tree, disappearing silently.
From the very beginning, Victor left no way out for the gods.
At that moment, in Athena's eyes, Victor's image seemed to cover the entire sky.
He lightly pinched the chess piece with one finger and placed it down.
It landed in the very last corner.
This rendered the entire sky, and the game of chess played by the gods, devoid of any moves.
That's not just a slight victory over fate.
Instead, it was through his own efforts.
"General, you're trapped."
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