Chapter 101 This is so much fun (6k a day)
Half an hour later.
"This sister-in-law is such a loser. She got drunk after just a few drinks."
Sitting against a tree, Lorne raised his glass to tease the rosy-faced little Princess Fedra, who was sleeping soundly in the arms of her female companions without any protection.
However, there was silence in the valley, and no one responded to the Patriarch's joke.
After all, Fedra is the biological daughter of King Minos, and has pure divine blood flowing in her body.
The remaining believers, young and old, were basically ordinary civilians. Their resistance to alcohol was even worse than that of the little princess. They had already found their seats in advance and lay down in a row.
Even the young man Polymonus who brought him to the meeting was not spared.
The moon was at its zenith, and the cold, bright moon cast mottled light. A layer of hazy silver gauze covered the men and women in the valley like a caring quilt.
The believers immersed in beautiful dreams were sleeping soundly, and with every breath they took, extremely faint strands of golden-red quietly grew and condensed beneath their skin, along with the rise and fall of their chests and the flow of their blood.
And with every surge of golden red, the breath of life on the believers became stronger.
The depression in their souls dissipated, and their brows relaxed; their loose skin was quietly tightened, becoming smoother and more elastic; their fragile organs became more resilient, and their vitality was beating...
The changes from soul to flesh and blood are so subtle that they are almost imperceptible, but they are real.
Praise this joyful life!
The instigator under the tree raised his glass in the air and showed a satisfied smile.
Under the night sky, the pair of eyes as bright as crystal admired the [golden red] under the skin of the believers, or
——The divinity given by him and conceived by man!
Under the bright moonlight, Lorne gently shook the cup in his hand, looked at the blood-red wine in the stream, and murmured meaningfully.
“This is my body, sacrificed for you;
This is my blood, shed for the masses.
Ashes of Titan, children of madness;
Our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood..."
The magnetic voice is like singing an ancient and timeless mythological epic.
In the original history, the Orphic religion, which worships Dionysus, believes in Zagreus, the god of resurrection from the dead.
That is, the original incarnation of Dionysus, the god of wine.
Legend has it that the king of gods Zeus and the queen of the underworld Persephone first gave birth to the horned Zagreus.
Young Zagreus climbed onto Zeus' throne and waved Zeus' lightning with his tender little hands, foreshadowing that he would replace Zeus and become the new king of the world.
Hera, the queen of heaven, was jealous of him and instigated the Titans to tear him into pieces and devour everything except his heart.
The goddess of wisdom, Athena, took pity on the child's misfortune and brought his heart to Zeus, who swallowed it and then married Semele, the princess of Thebes, and gave birth to Zagreus again.
Thus, he was resurrected from the dead and became the god of wine Dionysus.
In this epic war of gods in which the Titans tore Dionysus to pieces and Zeus burned the Titans to death with lightning, the new world was stabilized and humans were born from the ashes of the Titans.
Therefore, in the Orphic scriptures, whether he was called Zagreus or Dionysus, the original god of wine sacrificed himself and became a martyr for ancient mankind, and performed the miracle of resurrection from the dead.
Moreover, because the Titans devoured the god of wine Dionysus, humans born from the ashes of the Titans have both the divinity of Dionysus and the sins of the Titans in their blood.
Therefore, people are born with both good and evil natures, and the purpose of life is to suppress evil and promote good in order to achieve liberation. To achieve this goal, people need to perform purification ceremonies, participate in mysterious initiation ceremonies, and observe taboos, such as not killing, not eating meat, not wearing woolen objects when burying, and not touching beans.
Only if people perform mysteries, observe taboos, and persist in doing good deeds can they get rid of the devil and gain divinity. After death, they can avoid or reduce the suffering of reincarnation in the underworld and then enter the paradise of Elysium. Otherwise, they will be punished with eternal hard labor in the underworld.
——Wine is my blood.
——The miracle of resurrection from the dead.
——Native humans who bear original sin but are saved by martyrs.
——It is equivalent to the paradise of Elysee in heaven and the Hades in hell.
——In addition, Orphicism is a secret folk religion that can be practiced by anyone regardless of birth, gender, or city-state, and it advocates equality of life...
Does all of the above give you a strange sense of déjà vu?
Loen smiled playfully and drank the scarlet wine in the glass.
That’s right, in a sense, Orphicism, which has the worship of Dionysus, has a lot in common with the future Abrahamic religions.
As a patchwork, the latter has probably borrowed from the former.
In this case, as the person being borrowed from a distance, he can also make use of the other party's advantages.
For example, the patriarch Loen abolished the primitive and barbaric parades of his Bacchus women and instead used the process of future Christian mass celebrations as a model, calling for the celebration of Bacchus through gatherings and drinking.
It is advocated that people should take off their disguises and release their nature at gatherings, rather than abiding by worldly identities and rules and forcibly restraining themselves. During this period, people can also confide in God and confess their sins to gain spiritual comfort (confession ceremony).
The faithful should help one another, love one another, and always have a passion for life and a desire to please themselves...
Of course, if that were all, the new Dionysus cult would be destined to be just a circle of ordinary people, and the value it could create for Loen would be extremely limited.
Therefore, on this basis, he upgraded the secret ceremony disguised as a gathering.
——That is, pull the gods down from the altar and give divinity to mortals!
Since the world was created from the flesh, blood, and ashes of the Titans, the humans born from it should also possess divinity.
The same is true for everything in the world.
——Whether it is the grapes grown in the land or the fine wine brewed with water, they should all possess [divinity].
God possesses humanity, and humanity possesses divinity.
Mortals can become gods, and gods can be influenced by human nature.
Therefore, whether it is God or man, no one is nobler than anyone else, and no one is more special than anyone else.
Equal lives pursue equal banter, ultimately bringing equal fun to the world.
This concept of elevating humans and belittling gods is completely different from the current Greek religion of worshiping gods and can be said to be heretical.
But precisely because of this, perhaps it is possible to cut off mortals' awe and faith in the gods bit by bit from the root, so that the perfect King of Gods and the powerful gods of Olympus will no longer be invincible.
To this end, he tried to use his growing divinity as the god of wine to brew blessed wine for his followers to drink, thereby stimulating the Titan divinity buried in their bodies.
After several months of attempts, as well as the spare parts and flesh that exploded from a certain demigod hero and a large number of God-blood clan members, his experiment finally took that step and achieved phased success.
The believers who drank the divine wine had their divine factors activated one after another and gained benefits to varying degrees.
Although, compared with the true God-blooded clan, these ignited divine fires are tiny and dim, just like the light of fireflies competing with the bright moon, which is ridiculous and overestimating oneself.
These people before us will never be able to become qualified warriors or heroes in their entire lives.
But the seeds of rebellion have been planted, and time will allow them to take root and sprout.
He has handed over the stolen power of the gods, a new history and future, to the hands of mortals.
So have some fun and don't let me down, I'm waiting to celebrate your success.
"Ahaha, cheers!"
The unscrupulous instigator under the tree raised his glass high, saluting the newborn human beings, the seeds of rebellion, and the Olympus that was still glorious under the night sky.
The empty cup fell, and a breeze blew across the valley. The rich aroma of wine and the running spring water dissipated one after another.
The sleeping crowd slowly woke up and looked towards the east.
The faint morning light pierces the dark night, and the world of gods welcomes a new day.
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Knossos, third street, seventh mansion.
A figure walked towards the morning light, took out the spare key, quietly opened the door and went into the house.
However, as soon as he entered the door, he was questioned face to face.
"Where have you been? Why didn't you go home all night?"
Hestia in the living room snorted in displeasure.
"It's all about the time when I helped Polymonus reattach his arm. That guy insisted on treating me to a drink. Now, he got drunk and kept talking nonsense to me all night."
Ron yawned and explained helplessly, his eyes falling on the flickering flame behind Hestia.
There was very little oil left in the lamp and the wick had burned out.
Apparently, someone had been waiting in the living room all night.
"Tsk, no wonder you reek of alcohol..."
Hestia pinched her nose and muttered, waving her hand in disgust.
"Go, go, go to bed. Don't come into my kitchen until you're sober!"
"Okay, okay."
Loen responded weakly, reached out to put a box of pastries from the sacrificial site on the table, stretched lazily, and got up to go upstairs.
Looking at this unique tribute, Hestia thought of her eldest niece who was staying at home to visit relatives. After hesitating for only three seconds, she quickly picked up the cakes and stuffed the box into the small secret compartment of the spice cabinet, a smile blooming between her brows.
Humph, you have a conscience!
“A-choo!”
At the same time, the hunting goddess who was sleeping soundly upstairs sneezed loudly, got up lazily from the bed, and moved her a little sore body, sobering up a lot of the remaining drunkenness from last night.
Well, the weather is nice and clear, it's a good day to go out hunting.
Where are we going today?
Artemis raised the corners of her lips, a satisfied and amused smile on her face.
Unconsciously, she has gradually adapted to and started to like this kind of life on earth, and even looks forward to every day.
That was a completely different feeling from that on Olympus.
(End of this chapter)
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