Chapter 383 - Gigantomachia (8) (1/2)
“Whoa…look at their auras. They’re truly warlike.”
“The Titans were one thing, but Olympus is another. I suppose gods are gods.”
Only when the gods of Olympus stepped away did Kahn and the others manage to catch their breaths. Kahn was slightly exaggerating, but the others still nodded.
“Olympus is a pantheon of many…so they’re one of the largest societies along with Deva, Chan Sect, and Asgard. Since they’re the heads of a society like that, it’s natural for their auras to be so impressive.” Brahm grinned, reminiscing about his time in the heavenly world.
Olympus was considered one of the most troublesome places in the heavenly world. They interfered in the lower world the most frequently and saw the most incidents. It was also the place where the biggest shift in generations had occurred.
It seemed like their tradition was still being passed down. It had only been a short while, but the gods of Olympus clearly moved in two rival groups: the old gods with Poseidon and Hera versus the young gods centered around Hermes.
A few of them wandered around trying not to take sides, but most gods associated with one group were hesitant to approach those in the other group. Even more telling, the gods who were more powerful didn’t even glance at the other group. It clearly meant that the conflict between the generations had gone past the point of no return.
‘I heard it became more extreme after Zeus fell into a slumber. I guess the rumors were true.’ Brahm was sick of the heavenly world, but he sometimes took an interest in noisy Olympus. One thing hadn’t changed throughout the years: their arrogance.
They had some interest in Yeon-woo, who had caused an uproar in the heavenly world, but they didn’t even look at the other players. Some openly frowned as though they found it distressing to even breathe the same air. ‘To this day, the ones at the top haven’t changed.’ Brahm snorted at the gods of Olympus and glanced at Yeon-woo.
Most people hadn’t noticed it, but Brahm knew through his connection with Yeon-woo that he and Athena had conversed about something. Although he didn’t eavesdrop because it was a private conversation, something kept nagging at him. ‘It’s a bit weird.’
Numerous gods and demons had lavished attention on Yeon-woo, but he’d had the most contact with Olympus—from the Black King, who likely had a connection to Olympus, the blessings of Hermes and Athena, and his bad blood with Poseidon to the two Legendary beasts named after gods in Olympus and the battle in Tartarus.
Since a player’s worth was determined by the accomplishments registered in the system, it wasn’t wise to keep such a close connection with one place like this unless you were an Apostle. Brahm was concerned that Yeon-woo would be swept up in the disorder of Olympus.
Yeon-woo had told everyone to get ready to leave because they would depart Tartarus after his business with Athena was finished, but the laws of causality couldn’t be brushed away that easily.
Smack! Brahm shut the book he had been reading and pulled out a bamboo container from within his breast pocket. He hadn’t wanted to use it unless as a last resort, but he was feeling too frustrated.
At the noise, Galliard, who was next to him, tilted his head. “What’s that? I’ve never seen it before.”
“Tools of divination.”
“Divination? You don’t believe in that stuff?”
“I don’t discount it either.”
“What do you want to see?”
“Events in the future.”
With that reply, Brahm silently pulled out a bamboo stick. There was a mysterious letter at the end of it that only Brahm could read. ‘Inauspicious.’ In fact, it wasn’t just inauspicious; it was greatly inauspicious.
“What does it say?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Brahm put the bamboo stick back, controlling his facial expression to the best of his abilities. However, he felt like his heart had dropped to the soles of his feet. It was a rarely seen ill omen. What happened? Were Yeon-woo and Olympus not suited to each other?
He shook the container several times and pulled out more sticks, but the same results appeared: great inauspiciousness. Nothing good would come from associating with Olympus. ‘I should tell Yeon-woo that we need to leave quickly.’ Staying here would only bring misfortune.
Just then, Yeon-woo appeared, on his way back to them. Brahm started to move forward, then he suddenly paused. Although Yeon-woo’s expression was hidden behind his mask, Brahm had a feeling that Yeon-woo’s face was tense. Their connection shook from Yeon-woo’s intense emotions.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Brahm.” Yeon-woo said hesitantly, “How likely do the visions of gods become reality?”
The question was completely unexpected, and Brahm realized that something must have happened during Yeon-woo’s conversation with Athena, probably the revelation of premonitions or prophecies. Those didn’t always bring good results for gods and demons.
“If it’s not someone who has precognition as their domain, they can sometimes be inaccurate. Precognition doesn’t come from one solid outcome, it’s a result of multiple processes. It’s not unusual for people to force different bits together to make sense of it all.”
Precognition and prophecies were thorny matters. There had been times when those in Olympus or Deva had tried to struggle against their prophesied fates and make other decisions, only to end up with the same results. Precognition could be considered a superficial view of the likeliest possible future according to the laws of causality. Brahm believed in them since he had once been a higher god.
“Then…if there’s a picture or drawing of you, Galliard, Sesha, and Ananta sitting together…”
Suddenly, Brahm recalled a vision he’d had before he lost his holiness. He had seen five people smiling together—but why did he suddenly remember it now?
“That last person was…never mind. I think I said something I shouldn’t have.” Yeon-woo shook his head. However, Athena’s rueful voice was still ringing in his head: “But I wasn’t able to see who that last person was, even though I saw it with the eyes of a god.”
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