To be king [Greek mythology]

Let the universe become round again in the gap.

There is no nothing around him anymore, the fluorescent light of the gods is replaced by the stars in the sky, the stars are twinkling, and there are shooting stars passing by in the distance, like flowers blooming, silently lively.

In front of Thurpus are the brilliant and shining stars, and behind him is the world where the darkness is gradually dissipating and the stars can be glimpsed.

The power of the gods flowed in his body, and it was like fine sand slipping through the cracks, falling gently into the universe, or slipping into the devastated world, carefully caring for this covered body A layer of pearls with ugly shadows was polished little by little to make it shine again.

Thurpus became the medium of conversion between gods and godless, the gods were devoured into pure power, and the rules written in their souls and bodies returned to their original origins as the gods turned to ashes in the chaos , and then returned to this world through Surpus.

Watching the silent, fast and regular movement of the universe is a very interesting experience, but Thurps is not in the mood to appreciate it.

The great power of the gods and the appeasement of the rules could not warm his cold hands and feet. If he knew the price of the prophecy, it would be more comfortable to die directly. Surpus reached out and rubbed his Adam's apple, swallowing. Unexpectedly, the movement brought nausea, but the stomach was so empty that nothing could be vomited out.

It was as if he had killed someone with his own hands. If he had known this, he shouldn't have been so close to those gods. Thurps looked down at his hands. If it wasn't for the excellent relationship, he wouldn't be so close now It's hard.

Thurpus curled up in the endless starry sky, pretending that he was a stationary planet without its own orbit, quietly opened his eyes and watched streams of light passing by, emptied his mind and chose to give up this embarrassing memory .

Looking at the world in which human beings live changes from a square shape to a strange shape that extends infinitely under macroscopic conditions, and finally slowly forms an irregular circle that he is familiar with under his gaze, Thurpus cannot see through that layer of protection. The shell of this fragile world glimpsed the scene inside, and I don't know how much time has passed.

The dead cannot peek into the world of the living, and Surps can only guess what that world has become now—the real traces of the existence of the gods must have left shadows in people's hearts, and even rules cannot limit human beings. Thought, and people who have truly witnessed the power of gods, do not know whether they will become the appearance of using technology to fly into the sky and escape the earth as he remembered, or directly try to step into the age of doomsday and use the power of the world for their own use .

Thurps thinks the latter is a bit cooler, because in case humans break through this barrier and discover his existence, compared to being carried back invisibly by spacecraft or space station staff, Surpus still wanted to see that what came out of there was not a machine but a human being.

Now he is alone among the stars in this universe, lonely and lifeless, he can only stay still in this universe, looking at the world he is familiar with, and imagining what this world might look like.

Four years have passed since the darkest three years.

The successive earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions have not happened for a long time. The whole world seems to be fixed by something, and it is gradually becoming stable from the precarious collapse.

The eruption of the volcano instantly broke through the rule's blockade of "fire", allowing people to regain warmth and short-lived light.

People's bodies have become tough and strong in the long-term darkness and cold. With the return of the flames, the literature and art that had been idle for a long time became ready to move again.

"Humanity will have light and warmth again, and hope will be with us!" This prophecy, which was originally regarded as a curse by people who could not stand the cold, is now widely praised by happy people. Live in clusters and spread word of mouth.

The ocean is also docile after submerging most of the land. Even if the living space of human beings is severely compressed, it is much better than the situation where people are constantly retreating to give way to huge tsunamis and waves.

The tides and ocean currents have gradually stabilized. After the first few trials, people finally knew that the darkness had passed. Even though the world is now devastated, it is not hopeless—the violent movement of the earth has brought icy ocean currents to the hot regions. , the schools of fish hiding in the depths of the sea come chasing the ocean currents they depend on for survival, bringing blessings to people who have always been begging for life from the sea.

Human beings have successfully preserved the seeds of survival in the near extinction of natural disasters. The tenacious spirit and life of almost weeds make human beings particularly dazzling at this moment.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope for life, I don't want to give up.

Even if the sky is still gloomy and always covered with lead-colored dark clouds, it cannot dispel the cheerfulness and vitality in people's hearts.

The scorching heat and warmth of the flames bloom everywhere in the human world. Even if there is no sunlight above the head, the seed called hope in the heart takes root and sprouts scaldingly.

The sea water gently caressed the soft and gentle sandy beach, and the hermit crab climbed out of the beautiful shell house to feel the peace of the ocean, but in the next second, it got back into the shell, rolled back into the sea with the next wave.

The tide gently surged up and kissed the white insteps of the people on the beach, and the wind blew from the woods behind, bringing a rare fresh breath, but it still failed to soothe the frowning brows of the people looking at the sea level.

This is an extremely handsome man. He stood on the beach and looked at the endless sea. The sea, which was rumored to be relaxing, made him feel even more heavy and sad.

His brows are always furrowed.

"...Your Majesty? Your Majesty Minos?" A little boy holding a straw basket and catching crabs called to his back uncertainly.

The man turned his head back, lowered his eyes to look at the somewhat dirty little boy, and remained silent.

The boy was sure that he had not mistaken the person, and he laughed all of a sudden. He bent down and picked up the crab that crawled on his instep and threw it into the basket. "Your Majesty, is Your Majesty Thurps okay?"

Minos paused slightly, then nodded.

"I hope His Majesty Thurpus can wake up soon." The boy looked down at the entangled and rolling crabs in the straw basket, searched and found the largest one, and handed it to Minos, with a big smile on his face. "Your Majesty Minos, don't frown all the time. My mother is always thinking about my father, but she is always smiling. His Majesty Thurpus certainly doesn't want to see you frowning."

Minos would not refuse the kindness from a child. He reached out to take the crab, and rubbed the boy's head with the other hand. He didn't express anything to the boy and child's true words, but reminded : "The tide is coming, go back quickly."

The little boy nodded, and ran away with a straw basket in his hands.

People now live a stable life and are very satisfied. After solving the problem of food and clothing, Minos arrested those bards who knew how to write poems and sing everywhere when they were free every day. It is enough to just give the teacher some food and clothing as compensation.

This is what Thurps once told him, the so-called education-oriented.

Ideas and knowledge cannot only be in the hands of nobles.

Minos stayed by the seaside for a while, knowing that the rising plagiarism had not surpassed his small retreat, and then he kicked all the way to his residence—it was on the mountainside of a high mountain far away from the city-state and human beings. The warriors who supported Thurpus and the people worked together to build not so luxurious but also a lot of simple and simple small palaces.

The first batch of surviving people had witnessed with their own eyes that even in the darkest three years, there was always vitality around the sleeping Thurpus.

Green grass sprouts and flowers bloom.

But Minos, who is quite sensitive to these breaths, can vaguely detect the strong breath of Hades and abyss under the cover of vitality.

During the time when he lived alone with Surpus' body, he clearly sensed the divine power pouring out of Surpus' body, whether it was from Hades, Sea Realm, Olympus, or something Some unknown and indistinguishable.

These divine powers are integrated into the entire space through Thurpus' body, making the world that has been emptied of constant turmoil due to the fall of the gods become solid, stable and regular little by little, thus reviving the fascinating vitality.

All this happened before Minos' eyes, but the king was not happy.

Because his lover has never been able to open his eyes to see this brand new world without gods.

Thurps forgot how many sheep he had counted again. He always looked at the dusty world in a daze, and started counting sheep in a daze, then started to daze again after counting, and restarted from the first one after he forgot to count. start.

This meaningless behavior made his life a little less boring, especially when he deliberately wanted to forget something.

Thurpus was gradually able to face the fact that he was dragged over without knowing it and was forced to devour countless gods, and those faces gradually became blurred in his memory or were buried deeper After that, Thurps finally chose to stand up and slowly approach the gray world in front of him.

But it didn't work.

He walked for a long time—maybe it was a long time, and the distance remained the same without any change.

He can only stay here in a daze, and besides counting sheep, he only has to record the orbits of the stars to pass the time.

Thurps thinks the day should be