Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 858 - 338: Equivalent Price

Chapter 858: Chapter 338: Equivalent Price

Where his tentacles touched, the shears’ handle was cold and hard.

He glanced back, and even though he saw nothing, the young Prince still seemed to perceive Atropos’s hidden disdainful and arrogant gaze.

So be it, since it was a gift from another, he had the right to deal with it.

As for the future recorded therein, Paris believed he would definitely not forget.

Rather than bury his doubts, it was better to see for himself.

“Huh—”

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With a light exhale, the Prince drew the dark shears from his clothes.

Without any anomalies or decorations, Paris grasped the Divine Artifact capable of severing Destiny, then retrieved the cloth that reflected his future.

Clip—

With a snip, as the cloth scattered into threads and the threads dipped into the water, the Prince reached out to touch the water’s surface.

In the next moment, he was swallowed by the surging pool.

“—Wait!”

“Paris, what have you done?”

Almost simultaneously, a shrill shout came from afar.

The moment the shears touched the threads, Atropos had realized what was happening.

Heart-wrenching pain surged, and as a Goddess of Destiny, she should not have shown him the future.

But to correct the deviating path, Atropos had to make concessions.

Even so, her ultimate goal was to bring everything back on track, not to lead it further astray.

But if Paris knew everything, would he still follow the path she had arranged?

Whoosh—

“No—!”

The Prince disappeared into the water, and the distraught Fates watched from afar where he had vanished.

At this moment, despite her reluctance, Atropos had to face reality.

Besides, there was him.

With stiff movements, she raised her head, her aged face mixed with anger and astonishment.

Was this a trap, and who dared to scheme against Destiny?

Apart from the three Goddesses from Mount Nysa, who else could interfere with the power of Destiny?

“Who are you, and what is your relation to Mother Night?”

“No matter whose instructions you follow, I hope you understand, those who attempt to twist Destiny will inevitably suffer its retribution.”

“Even the Triumvirate of Eternal Night cannot alter the laws of Fate!”

Atropos struck the ground fiercely with her cane, still trying to salvage the situation.

However, sitting on a stone by the water, Laine just shook his head.

“Just revealing what you hid, are you so anxious?”

“Since we’ve already taken different paths, why not accept their divergences.”

Turning slightly, facing the unsightly Fates, Laine extended his first, and last, invitation to her.

“Let go of your guardianship over Destiny, as a Goddess of Destiny, you are but an agent of Chaos’s fate.”

“You were never Destiny, and Destiny has never truly entrusted itself to you.”

“How different are you to him, from Paris to you?”

“Change the script, change the path; perhaps there lies another way out. Try to influence Him with the power you hold, starting with Paris.”

“If you are willing, let everything under heaven and earth bear witness, the backlash of Destiny against you, I can take upon myself.”

It was not a lie, nor a deceit.

For Atropos, Laine had no need to deceive.

If she chose to believe, then Laine was truly willing to bear the curse that Destiny would impose on her with his mortal body.

Even this had been prepared long ago… from the time Mount Sinai rose, from when he named his palace such a title.

Laine knew that he would inevitably have some destiny with the Goddess of Destiny.

He reached out his hand, unbothered by her wrinkled, foul-smelling body.

All because of the backlash of Destiny, it could also be nullified by its removal.

However, facing the hand extended by Laine, Atropos lifted her cane disgustedly and struck it hard.

Snap—

“Enough, what are you to dare change the course of Destiny!”

“From beginning to end, the order of all things stems from this; no one can change Him, no exceptions!”

Without any trust, the Goddess of Destiny wouldn’t believe someone could bear the backlash of Destiny for her.

She felt that Laine was mocking her, trying to ridicule her appearance of hope turning to disappointment.

In the river of countless destinies, Atropos had seen similar things more than once.

Thus, she unhesitatingly brushed away Laine’s hand and then turned to leave.

This time she had made a mistake, but it was only because she hadn’t known someone would dare to interfere with Destiny.

However, even an Outer God like the Mother Tree still needed to manifest her might in the Mortal Realm through the fated Typhon.

Apart from that unknowable source that caused chaos in Chaos’s fate, anyone who opposed Him would only receive punishment equivalent to his…

“Hmm?”

Startled, at that moment, Atropos realized something.

She had not understood until now, the lessons of the past Divine Kings clearly before her, what kind of person would still dare to trouble her.

However, at that moment, the Goddess of Destiny suddenly remembered.

There seemed indeed to be something in this world that could achieve this, and it had always been doing so, until today.

He was a black hole on the net of destiny, devouring all the light that approached; he was also a whirlpool in the river of destiny, continuously consuming the flow.

All the changes of fate up to this day had their source in Chaos.

Although the Fates had always been patching up destiny, what they truly wanted to do was also to find this source.

“No, you, you are—”

His eyes widened, speaking subconsciously.

At this moment, Atropos was extremely excited.

Regarding the source that disturbed everything, the three Fates had different views.

Yet, as the eldest among them, Atropos had only one goal.

That was to find him, and then, using herself as a vessel, bear the true might of fate without limit.

As a Fate, when destiny itself was under a great threat, Atropos could do this.

And In the face of this supreme power, no matter how deep the loopholes were, they would be completely filled.

To maintain destiny, to become the tool for the manifestation of its power at a critical moment, this was the true value of the Fates’ existence.

After all, destiny itself does not kill anyone, but the hand of destiny can; just as the laws of this world do not directly strike any gods, but the Divine King can.

“I’ve found you!”

Joy surged in her heart, if she had truly found the source of everything, maybe she could finally find relief.

With thoughts flashing like lightning, Atropos excitedly took a step forward.

However, before she could do anything, accompanied by a long sigh, that old and ugly face completely froze in place.

A nameless pond shimmered slightly, reflecting the presence of Paris in a shadow within.

The black scissors emanated waves that could sever destiny, the threads provided by Atropos spiraled and danced in the reflection, showing another Fate identical to her.

But her expression was somewhat stiff, and anyone could easily notice the problem.

People could detect the problem, but rules could not.

Thus, some force merely flashed, restoring everything to normal due to the ‘unharmed’ condition of the Fate.

Rising from the blue stone, Laine withdrew the hand he had extended, feeling somewhat amused.

For the first time, a god was directly struck in their divine body, the opponent being a Fate who might not even beat a mortal, and the weapon a mundane staff.

“It’s unfortunate, Atropos, that you still refused my kindness.”

“Since that is so, then I must resort to the most troublesome method.”

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Stepping forward slowly, Laine moved to a position one step in front of the Fate.

He knew what Atropos had wanted to do, and this was exactly why he had to deal with the Fate.

Be it the Divine King or the Fates, to some extent, they could both become vessels for some truly powerful forces in moments of crisis.

And because of this, Laine needed all kinds of ‘remedies’ targeting them.

While there were ‘destined’ ‘next generation’ Divine Kings to address the Divine King, there were no ‘order-designated next generation Fates’.

So unable to use His own rules to combat, he had to step in himself.

“…you… will… regret… this…”

“…even if… you imprison… me…”

“…I still… have… a sister…”

“…and you, imprisoning destiny…”

“…will… also… face… backlash…”

A vague thought drifted from her still body, Atropos seemed to gradually regain her ability to move.

Regardless, as a Fate, although she had almost no power to influence others, others also found it difficult to affect her.

Laine’s trickery was only temporary, only her own power could truly seal herself.

Moreover, Laine knew, even if she did so, he would still have to pay an equivalent price.

Such was destiny, a power that always made him cautious and wary.

Even Laine at times wondered whether he had changed destiny itself or merely sided with it, helping it crush what belonged to this world’s domain, that trajectory which was inevitably unchangeable.

But regardless, since he had done so, Laine was already prepared for everything.

The sound of splashing water…

“Wizard, die!”

As the sound of water splashing rang out, Paris leapt out of the pond.

It was unknown what he had seen, but the young prince angrily aimed the black scissors at their original owner.

This was the divine artifact that Atropos had personally handed to Pallas, yet now, just like the Thanatos once bound by its own chains, when the scissors became corporeal, the still struggling Fate instantly turned motionless.

All that was left were those eyes filled with resentment and curses, still staring at Laine.

“I know what you’re thinking, I guided Pallas to ‘kill’ you, so one day, I will be ‘killed’ too.”

“Of course, I could try to delay it, even indefinitely postpone its arrival—but rest assured, I definitely don’t plan on doing so.”

Reaching out to close Atropos’s eyes, he failed.

So, with a low chuckle, Laine then gouged out the eyes of the Fate.

In some ways, destiny was indeed fair.

Atropos attempted to use Pallas to achieve her purpose, so she also faltered because of it.

She struck Laine’s arm with a staff, so she would forever lose her eyes.

From now on, the title of Blind Witch truly fit, as their ancestor was indistinguishable from them.

“Mr. Paris, it looks like you’ve gained quite a bit.”

Blood flowed from Atropos’s eye sockets and heart, but Laine no longer cared about her.

Of the three Fates, the first was thus concluded.

Now, only Paris remained.

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