After leaving the spirit world, Iapetus returned to the Earth Mother's residence with special well water and the borrowed artifact whip. Although the God of Speech only needed to make repairs on the basis of the life of the Golden Age as a template, it was still not an easy task. For this reason, he decisively accepted Ryan's suggestion, detoured to the underworld, and took his two children over. He asked the smart Prometheus to help him adjust the body of life, and asked the dull Epimetheus to help him remember the character and endowment that different lives should have. As he expected, both gods did a good job. Over hundreds of years, horses, jackals and various common lives in later generations gradually became recognizable, no longer as strange as their distant relatives in the Golden Age. And the character that the gods had defined for their ancestors was also inherited by the Silver Generation. Loyalty, cruelty, gentleness, cunning, and various different natures were presented by the well water of the [Well of Origin] under the influence of divine power and given to different lives. However, in order to keep it secret, Iapetus only created a pair of each life, and then protected them with divine power. He planned to wait until everything was ready, and then use the artifact that had created humans to turn them into a tribe, so as not to be noticed by the monitor in advance. The God of Speech was preparing, and in these years, Chaos also had another major event. Three hundred and ninety years after the birth of Hestia and Demeter, the third daughter of the God King was born. Under the declaration of the laws of the world, all gods knew her name, the goddess of fertility Hera. On the day she was born, part of the authority related to the original [fertility] of the Earth Mother was cut off again. [Fertility], this is Chaos' reward to the Titans when they gave birth to them together with the Father. Fatherhood allowed Uranus to sit on the throne, and the power of fertility made Gaia the Queen of Gods. Although it could not enhance the gods themselves like the former, it could bring strength to the spouse and offspring. This is the most suitable divine power for the Queen of Gods, so Hera's birth also attracted more attention. However, just like her two sisters, no one has ever seen her except on the day of celebrating the new god's birthday.
Year after year, when the queen of the gods Rhea became pregnant again, and when Iapetus created more and more silver life, time finally came to a certain point. Not because of an accident, not because of the war of gods, the humans of the Golden Age have truly reached the end allowed by fate. ······ Under the foot of Mount Odysseus, in front of the Temple of Corolla. "Which one is this?" Another slab of stone was buried in the ground, and Hewa asked Cohen. The upper part of the slab of stone was exposed on the surface, and the lower part was deeply buried in the soil. When the human being it corresponds to has spent the last time, a body will be buried in front of the slab of stone. Even if the humans of the Golden Age die, their bodies will not decay for thousands of years. "How many? I can't remember." "As someone who records history, you know their number better than me. After all, you have recorded the past of every person who died, and let them worship the gods as they did when they were alive." Sitting next to Hewa, the king of the golden humans looked around. Compared with a few months ago, the number of humans around the temple has become much sparser. After all, the golden humans are creatures of God, and they are all lives whipped out by the Creator. Therefore, whether it is strength, endurance, or even life span, they are surprisingly similar. When the first human lost his ageless face and died in just a few days, a large number of humans followed. Half a year later, half of the human tribe under the sacred mountain was empty. But humans are not afraid of this, not only because they have no fear, but also because they know that death is just the beginning of another life. The wise man Prometheus once told them that around the sun, around those shining stars, there are the heroic spirits of the golden humans living there. They can continue to serve God, even in the vast starry sky. However, it is said that there seems to be little communication between the gods on the stars and those on the sacred mountain. "Did the gods send down an oracle?" Holding the stone knife, his hands kept moving, Hewa asked casually: "Death is not terrible, but after we die, no one will clean the temple, and no one will worship the gods. This is the biggest problem."
"No." Although Hewa did not look at him, Coen still shook his head. As if he had been forgotten, he rarely received an oracle from the king of gods since the life called Hecate left. Only a few times, gods occasionally passed by here. "Maybe the gods don't care, they don't care about temples and beliefs." Somehow, Coen recalled the dream he had. The goddess in the dream refused him to build a temple, and did not intend to let Coen pray to her. Over the years, he gradually understood the other party's thoughts. After all, even the gods on the sacred mountain only care about the act of human "sacrifice" itself. The gods can't get anything from human sacrifices, they just get some fun from it. So when there are other things, I will naturally relax my attention on them. "Yes, for the eternal gods, humans are naturally insignificant. Even these stone slabs I carved will not last forever." After carving the last stroke, He Wa looked at it for a while, confirmed that it was correct, put it aside, and picked up a new stone slab. "But in a few days, I'm afraid you will be the only one left. When the time comes, I'll have to trouble you to carve my life story on the stone slab and bury me in the soil so that my past will be with the gods." "If you are lucky enough to be chosen to go to heaven and accompany the star gods, I will watch over you, Cohen--" ". I will." Cohen responded softly, knowing what the other party meant. As the first human, he was the most different. Compared to others, Cohen could feel that he still had a long life that had not been exhausted. He didn't know when he would die, maybe a thousand years later, maybe ten thousand years later, but definitely not now. "I will guard this place, regardless of whether the gods care about us, but human beings' reverence for the gods will never change." "Under the gaze of the stars, I will guard this place until the end of time." Looking at Hewa's face, which had begun to age at some point, for some reason, a strange emotion surged into Cohen's heart. He didn't know what this emotion was, but he had never seen it in other golden humans. He didn't know whether it was because he was the first human or because of the unforgettable dream, but Cohen instinctively didn't want to face this emotion. So he stood up, greeted Hewa, and then walked towards the temple. At this moment, only the gods could give him a moment of peace of mind.