She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

Initially there was only Chaos.

Then came Gaia the Earth, Tartarus the Abyss, and Eros, the Primordial God of Love.

The heavens and the earth transformed into forms, primitive gods and many concepts emerged: Erebus, the god of darkness, Nyx, the goddess of the night, Aether, the incarnation of ether, and Hemera, the goddess of the day...

The original empty Chaos is not closed.In the void of nothingness that surrounds sky and earth, Chaos is everything, everything is Chaos.He no longer creates, but he does not stop observing, just observes, never interferes.The measurement of time and space loses its meaning in Chaos. He recognizes all the changes in the world, but he does not change from time immemorial.

A passage opens and something falls into Chaos.

The hole hasn't changed.

At the moment of entering, the foreign body also becomes Chaos, returning to the chaotic state between being and nothingness, which can neither be called existence nor disappearance.

No.

The star-point will, smaller than dust, refuses to dissolve in the vast void.

But that will was extremely weak in the face of the impulsive torrent of returning to the original. It had already lost itself and was almost annihilated. What remained was only the fragments of a huge obsession. exist.

Gradually, the simple thought of resisting became more tangible:

to get out of here.

Must get out of here.

A simple idea has germinated and expanded to this point, and it has taken an unknown amount of time, but time is also an illusion in Chaos, and what passes may be just a short moment equivalent to the birth of all things.The thought that was stronger and clearer than before was just a repeated prayer.again and again.

She must get out of here!

The decisive moment of the long struggle came, and the question ignited the spark:

she--? "she is?

In an instant, the will regains its subject, and the memories and ego that were originally dispelled in the original emptiness float up and return, and then regain their form.She stared into the void with her eyes, and saw the flock of birds flying away at the beginning of the world, and at the same moment, her own figure fell from the vortex-shaped entrance against the ripples of the feathers.

"Where is this?"

"This is me."

A figure with exactly the same face and body as her suddenly faced her and gave the answer in her voice.The difference between them is that the one who appeared later was expressionless, and her words lacked fluctuations.

"who are you?"

"My name is Chaos."

"Chaos...why am I here?"

"The golden rod that can open all doors guides the way to my body. Your body and soul are broken, mixed with disasters, but you drink fairy food and secret wine. You are an extraordinary person. You can't become a god. You are either alive or dead. , Chaos is the only destination that can accommodate you." A meal. "And why do you deny me? Why resist me?"

"I...I have to get out of here."

"Why?"

She didn't answer right away.The desire that supported her to withdraw from the void has lost its reason after being reiterated too many times.But she quickly remembered what had happened, the last moments before she was pulled into the vortex of the entrance.

There should be no difference between hot and cold in Chaos, but she still wanted to shudder.

"I still have something to figure out."

"The answer is here."

Strange facts and pictures flooded my mind.

"No," she pushed away the incoming waves with her hands, like swimming in deep water on the far shore of the ocean. Every time she spoke, her thoughts became firmer and her figure became clearer and more stable. "I want to go back to the original world. .Chaos, the original great god, please let me get out of here. I am willing to pay any price for this."

"But you can give me nothing."

She was embarrassed and silent for a moment, and then said shamelessly: "In this case, it doesn't make any difference whether I stay with you or not. It doesn't matter if I leave, right?"

The incarnation of Chaos actually thought seriously: "Indeed. However, if you return it as it is, you still cannot maintain your existence. The only way is to obtain the name, godhead and power of a god."

After thinking for a while, Chaos continued: "I no longer create, I can only witness. If you insist on leaving, I have no reason to stay, but you must submit to the disaster that comes with you."

The indescribably empty interior scene changed suddenly, and a pool of water appeared in front of her.Three dark beads are sleeping under the clear and shallow wave surface.

She crouched down and reached into the water, reaching for the nearest bead.Her figure was clearly reflected on the surface of the water, and she froze for a moment.She never seemed to have taken a good look at her appearance.Hephaestus gave her this form, and she sacrificed it in turn. Why is she still the same now that she is separated from Chaos?Was it because she couldn't identify herself as herself without this face, this torso, and these limbs?

The moment her fingertips touched the bead, her reflection suddenly changed, and a strange feeling came from her body.In other words, it simulates the feeling of the body and directly penetrates the body perception deep in the consciousness.Terrible purulent sores were all over her body, and the hot stinging pain and maddening itching came alternately, causing her to gasp and let go.The strangeness of pain and reflection disappeared immediately.

This is the silent but effective warning from the spirit of sickness in Calamitas.

She raised the corner of her mouth and grabbed the bead again.

The torment of illness was more intense than the previous one.The forehead twitched, as if something would come out of the temple at any moment.For a moment, she even went blind.But she held on to the bead firmly.An invisible current of water sucks the bead, pinning it to the bottom of the pool.She began to fight against it, driving the arm that didn't seem to belong to her anymore, and with difficulty and slowly withdrew her hand from the pool water, took the beads to her chest, and hid them in the small pocket pulled out by the folds of the fabric.

Vision slowly recovered, but the physical discomfort did not fade away.Panting, she knelt forward into the water and reached for the second bead.

She was mentally prepared for another round of torture, but her expectations were dashed.The intense discomfort was replaced by a slightly suffocated sense of powerlessness, and she had no intention of looking at the water.The reflection has changed again.

Wrinkles climbed to the corners of her eyes and lips and deepened, her cheeks began to sunken, her skin became dull and mottled, her hair became frizzy, thin and gray—she was aging rapidly.

Startled, she touched her face with her spare hand.

Strange and unfamiliar sense of touch, loose and uneven skin, you can directly touch the bones.

"If you take this bead out of the water, you may only be able to maintain the appearance of an old man forever." The avatar of Chaos stood by and observed, and his figure was not reflected in the pond.

Hearing this, she didn't feel any hesitation.

"I have given up the blessings of the Three Goddesses of Time Sequence, so what about aging?" After a pause, she smiled and pulled out the second bead from the clean white sand, "Besides, I had no chance to grow old at all."

There is one last bead left.

It was sickness first, and then aging. I don't know what trials the Calamity Spirit has prepared.

She stretched out her hand calmly and actively looked towards the water.

The old face gradually cracked and peeled off, revealing a clay skeleton.Then piece by piece, she shattered and turned into dust and dissipated.

She stared at the strange sight in a daze.Her death was viewed through the eyes of others, so it was.

But that's all.

The strength of resistance was weaker than before, and she easily took out the last bead.

The two already obtained began to glow and glow, and flew out to connect with the third one, and suddenly turned into a thin bead chain.She involuntarily spat out the words:

"Nosoi, the spirit of disease, the disease, aging and death you spread adorn me, all of which are for my own use."

The bead chain dances and twists in the air, like a saluting snake.

Gently and cautiously, Nosoi wrapped his arms around her neck.

She knew the first trial was over.

The scene around her body changed, and this time she returned to an indescribable void, with a large black floc floating in front of her, like uncombed wool.She instinctively held the fluff together.Although she has knowledge of how to weave wool, she has never put it into practice, only knowing that the first step is washing.As soon as she thought about it, there was a water tank in front of her.The water was very cold, and when she pulled the washed fluff out of the water, her knuckles were already stiff and hot.

Waiting for the hairball to dry was long and boring, she spoke to Chaos: "Chaos, the original great god, can you tell me that the reason why the gods created human beings and all things is because they need the beliefs and beliefs of these creatures. Is it an offering?"

Chaos actually confessed: "No. Even if there is no life in the sky and the earth, the gods will survive. The gods do not draw strength from the offerings of mortals or any life."

"So why create life?"

Chaos was silent for a long time.After a long time until the fluff was dry, she began to use a wool comb to remove the useless nodules and miscellaneous hairs, straighten out the clean black fluff, and wind it into roving.

Just when she thought he was unwilling to answer, the original emptiness opened up again.Chaos may not be used to thinking about questions, and after careful consideration, he finally gave an answer: "Cronus and Zeus are very different from our primitive minds and interests, but as descendants of Gaia and Uranus, they are not the same. There is no need for human beings to exist. But since human beings have been created, it is necessary for gods to show their might and power to humans, to demand awe and worship, and to tolerate neglect and deceit.”

She laid out the last strand of roving, stopped what she was doing, and asked softly, "Zeus once created man, wiped him out, and then recreated him. I don't understand. If mortals are not necessary to the gods, their greed Evil deeds make God angry, why would He recreate human beings?"

"Perhaps no reason was needed. Gods and birds were born out of self. Yet I did not create them because I needed them. I created them without any reason."

Her movement of wrapping the roving on the spindle became stiff, and she eagerly raised another possibility: "You witnessed everything, so did you allow so many sons of God and life to be born in order to observe this world?"

The avatar of Chaos remained expressionless.But for no reason she felt that He was gently mocking her.He shook his head: "It doesn't make any difference to me whether there is something for me to observe and witness."

The spindle began to spin heavily, twisting thin black threads.

The transformation gained spiritual wisdom and received many blessings. The dream named Ilysion, the long and continuous nightmare in the cave, awakened from dreams that should not have happened, desecrated the sanctuary, and sacrificed herself... With the entanglement of wool, she Starting from the beginning, review the "life" of "Pandora" in detail.She wants to skip the moment of joy that will eventually dissipate, and avoid the most desperate chapter, but once she starts spinning, she can't stop. Her destiny is the thread spun and cut by the three goddess Moirai, she has made The only possible resistance is to let everything happen again.

Perhaps her final rebellion was trivial as well.Maybe the sanctuary of Olympus has been restored to cleanliness, and she is floating in fragments in the void separated from the sky and the earth.

But what made her even more desperate was Chaos' calm answer.

"Whether it is the gods conceived by us, the heavens, the earth and the stars, of course, including flowers, plants, animals and mortals, everything I contain and witness, and my birth are all accidental, the whim of something more noble, without intention, Lack of meaning."

She couldn't accept this nothingness, and she didn't want to admit that her birth and suffering were meaningless, but she also couldn't calmly let the gods arrange, recognize the meaning they gave, and move forward along the track they arranged in advance .

The spindle spins faster and faster.She suddenly became the spindle, falling, her vision wrapped in a black thread called misery.

A familiar whisper whispered into her ears:

——Why did you leave Chaos?

——What do you want to do after leaving Chaos?

——What else can you do?

- There will only be more labor waiting for you.

-- Even if there is joy, it will eventually turn into sadness and anger.You know better than we do.

——It is better to attribute it to Chaos.

——As long as "you" no longer exists, naturally there will not be so much pain and trouble.

"No," she shook her head, wanting to get rid of the shackles of the black thread, and repeated in a more serious tone, "No, I don't want to! I still have things that I have to figure out in person, and I—"

She suddenly choked up.

The black cage was cut open by the rolling tears.

"I haven't had time to live yet."

The tricky and harsh restraints are gone.The black thread she spun was woven into cloth, gently encircling her from head to toe, taking away the weariness and pain of previous trials.

"Toil and spirit Ponoy, wrap me and protect me with fatigue and pain." She murmured.

Looking up again, she paused in disbelief.

A raven stared at her silently, waiting for her submissive consciousness to call out the final name:

"Kakoy, the unfortunate spirit, chief of Kireth, crown me."

The raven spread its wings and took off, carrying a crown of thorns.

Jires, the spirit of calamity, is the general name of multiple Daemons who have obtained the mixture of spiritual intelligence, and at this moment, the toiled Ponoy, the sick Nosoy, and the unfortunate Kakoy are once again united.

Just like everything born after Chaos, the primordial void began to vibrate just before the arrival of everything.

A strong force pushed her outward.

"If you are not convinced by my answer, then prove to me that what I observe, what I witness has meaning, and then show me what you can create.

"Catastrophe and hope, destruction and recovery, I have observed your existence. Sleep, and then wake up, fulfill your godhead, take back scattered power, and reveal your real name.

"Go, ■■■■. Let me witness your new life."