Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 594 - Chapter 594: Chapter 185: Make a Move

Chapter 594: Chapter 185: Make a Move

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The era began to move forward, as the living bore the fate of the dead. On this day, the world of Hemenu was lively.

Leaving the nameless hill, Messe returned to his family and friends. He declared to them that he had received a Divine Revelation–except for his mother-in-law, who was a priest of the Midianites.

He claimed that he was about to go to Egypt under the Deity’s command to rescue his people, even the Egyptian All Gods residing above Heliopolis could not stop him. He had prepared for this, yet Messe’s words and actions understandably met with skepticism.

No one would believe that this eighty-year-old man truly received a revelation from the Deity, especially not from the well-known ones, but from a God that existed only in Hebrew mythology, who had never manifested.

Compared to the Divine Revelation, they were more inclined to believe that Messe was mentally affected by his fond memories and guilt towards his people, to the point that he imagined seeing a Deity.

“…Father, I understand your attachment to our people, but your ideas are somewhat unrealistic.”

Appearing to be around thirty, dressed plainly, Messe’s eldest son was the first to express doubt.

“Your desire to save the Hebrews is not wrong, but they are currently slaves of the Egyptians, and only the Pharaoh has the authority to decide their fate. But who are you to meet the Pharaoh and rescue your people?”

“As an envoy of the Deity, with the Deity by my side, this is not a problem.”

Shaking his head to refute his eldest son, Messe then saw his second son step forward.

“Father, I understand your reverence for the Deity, but what reputation does the one you believe in have?”

“In Hebrew mythology, only the one who gave you the Divine Revelation has no renown… If someone asks which Deity you believe in, could you not answer them?”

“…As a mortal, one should not call the name of the Deity.” He was stumped for a moment, but Messe quickly thought of a solution: “But naturally, the Deity has titles.”

“If someone asks me who sent you to save the Hebrews… I would tell them, it was the ‘Eternal’ Deity who sent me.”

“It was the ‘Eternal’ who sent me to rescue them, to deliver them from suffering and torment.”

“But they won’t believe it,” Messe’s wife immediately retorted.

She was a Midianite, daughter of a Midian priest, and she did not receive the same education as Messe, thus having no reverence for unverifiable legends of Deities.

“When I arrive at the lush banks of the Nile River, back to the land where I lived as a child, that Divine Miracle will naturally reveal itself. So do you wish to leave with me, or stay here?”

Raising his staff, Messe expressed his determination to his family.

The debate continued from night until dawn, with one question after another thrown out, and Messe thought of ways to answer them. He was not usually articulate, but now he was sharp-tongued.

When The Sky brightened again, his family finally reluctantly accepted Messe’s view. They would accompany him, setting out back to Egypt, returning to the center of the Hemenu world.

This was not something that could happen immediately; they needed to make many preparations, like selling off their properties and preparing supplies.

Thus the days passed by, and the preparations of Messe’s family gradually completed… However, they did not notice that from start to finish, there was a young girl in a green dress standing by, watching everything in silence.

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The Mortal Realm.

Time flew by swiftly, and the days gradually transitioned from the peak of summer to its end.

Trees drew moisture through their roots under the scorching Sun, releasing it through the leaves.

A few insects chirped among the woods, and the seasonal scent of flowers wafted from the roadside.

There were no passersby on the dirt road, or rather, in this era there simply were no pedestrians traveling between different cities.

Anyone encountered outside the cities would either be transcendent individuals with extraordinary skills or merchant caravans of over a hundred people traveling together.

Especially since there were recent rumors of a Dragon along this path… it made most people avoid it like the plague.

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“Whew–”

“Making me move it again… When I get home, I’m going to make you move it a hundred times!”

Beside a freshly dug pit, Andrea grumbled under the blazing Sun, gritting her teeth as she pushed a corpse into the pit.

The first time Andrea did this, she was very uncomfortable, but now her movements had become increasingly proficient.

Laine was in charge of killing, and she was in charge of burying the corpses–doing it nearly ten times along the way.

“Ah… it’s finally over.”

Almost an hour later, Andrea wiped her sweat and tossed the shovel to the side.

She jogged back to the carriage, feeling the cooling effect of the Alchemy Array patterns. The Little Princess now wore a look as if she had come back to life.

“Aiven! You could clearly solve this with Divine Arts, so why did you make me dig the pit!”

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She puffed her cheeks, then realized it was unladylike, so Andrea maintained the ‘aristocratic smile’ she learned from a young age.

However, from her tone, it was evident she was full of resentment.

“If you just wanted to see me labor under the Sun, you could have said so directly!”

“You should call me Mr. Aiven. Also, didn’t I tell you? This is a special lesson I’ve arranged for you–speaking of which, you’ve buried so many already, haven’t you noticed anything?”

Laine put down the book in his hand and looked at the angry Andrea, revealing a smile.