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The Ganges River in India
Revered by the Indian people as the "holy river" and "Mother of India." Countless myths and religious legends have shaped the unique customs and traditions along its banks."
"A river steeped in history and rich cultural significance, the Ganges, even after millennia of civilization, continues to be the heart of ancient rituals practiced by those living along its shores.
Many ti-honored myths have instilled within the Indian people an endless reverence for Mother Ganges, an unbreakable bond.
"Yet, all of that is in the past," Intern Liu said dismissively, looking at the Ganges a hundred ters away. Plastic waste littered the river's surface, industrial runoff giving it an iridescent sheen under the sun. Thanks to the Indian tradition of water burials, corpses occasionally drifted by, making it nothing more than a glorified open sewer.
Liu still couldn't comprehend the Indian mindset. With their water source primarily coming from the Ganges, they relentlessly polluted it. There were other ways to court death.
Exhale!
He blew a smoke ring, tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushed it under his heel. Then, he walked towards the construction site ahead.
Professor and his team of mythology researchers had arrived at a site on the Indo-Gangetic Plain. With the Indian governnt's permission, they were conducting archaeological excavations.
Notably, Professor, drawing on his extensive travel experience, had left the female mbers of the team in Naples. Only the male mbers had accompanied him to India. Heaven knew what he had encountered during his previous travels there.
Professor walked over, holding a Shovel.
"Professor? What are you doing?" Intern Liu asked, puzzled by the professor's actions. While he harbored doubts about the professor's academic expertise, he deeply respected his character."
"After all, Professor had been a ntor to most of the research team. Not every professor was willing to include the nas of assisting students in their research reports.
"The excavation has stalled. Everyone's at a loss," the professor sighed, explaining to Intern Liu. They had invested a considerable amount of manpower and resources in this project, and both personnel and funds were stretched thin. If they didn't unearth sothing soon, they wouldn't be able to... secure further investnts.
Intern Liu was bewildered. Pointing at the Shovel the professor offered him, he said, "Then why... why are you giving this to ?"
"Well, you were the first to discover the ruins in Naples! So, it's ti for your luck to shine again. I have high hopes for you," the professor said earnestly, patting Intern Liu on the shoulder.
Intern Liu, his face etched with disbelief, took the shovel and randomly jabbed it into the ground. "Professor, we should trust in science. Shouldn't we be using instrunts at a ti like this...?"
He froze, staring at the ground. An angular edge, a corner of so kind of stone, had erged.
The professor was stunned. He had only ant to tease his student, to lighten the mood.
After a long pause...
"Everyone, get over here! Dig!!!" the professor roared, his face flushed.
Five hours later, the professor stared intently at the nearly 6,000 freshly unearthed stone slabs, each asuring 30 centiters in length, width, and height. He turned to the five translators beside him, barely containing their excitent.
"Well? Have you determined anything about the age, script, or content?"
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A white-haired translator spoke, his voice trembling with excitent.
"It's the Ramayana. And it's the original version written by Valmiki, including the original first Chapter, 'Childhood,' and the seventh Chapter, 'Later Years.'"
The Ramayana consisted of seven Chapters. Chapters two through five were written by Valmiki.
The first and seventh Chapters were later additions, the first describing the circumstances of the epic's creation and Rama's origins, the seventh recounting Rama's descent from hero to tyrant, and his persecution of his wife, Sita.
"Hehehe, hahaha! Another world-shaking discovery! I've got the cover of Ti magazine reserved!" the professor exclaid, practically giddy with delight.
Thousands of ters above, riding on her sun chariot, Brunhild, looked down at the excavation site. A smile, as bright as the sun, spread across her face.
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That sa day, at 2:00 am, in the headquarters of the Greenwich Assembly of Wise n, 3,000 mythology scholars from around the world, ard with collected mythological data from the Asia-Pacific region, were imrsed in frantic research.
The Diogenes Club, its mbers averaging over 110 years of age, also held an all-night eting, their old bones creaking with the effort.
The two academic organizations were furiously studying the newly discovered mythological lineage, which Princess Alice, the Chairwoman of the Assembly of Wise n, had just nad the "Dirac Mythology" through divine revelation.
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Above Tokyo Bay
the full Moon cast a gentle glow.
Guinevere and Lancelot had returned to this place.
The Holy Grail and Guinevere's body emanated a divine aura, resonating with the potent energy of the earth.
This was the life force of the Earth Mother Goddess that Guinevere had gathered through countless reincarnations over the millennia. Although she had used and dissipated much of it, what remained was equivalent to the magical energy of ten Godslayers.
Once again, Guinevere amplified her power with the Holy Grail, probing the earth veins, searching for the location of the Last King.
Lancelot looked at Guinevere, his expression serious..
"Have you found him?" Lancelot asked, a hint of excitent in his calm voice.
I have. The place where my master sleeps, where there is neither land nor sea, I have seen it.
"Indeed, Uncle. Thanks to the disruption of the earth veins caused by the Monkey King's release, my master's aura has leaked out. I now know his exact location."
"So that's where he is! My master, the last king to manifest!!" Guinevere's face lit up with a radiant smile, eclipsing even the brilliance of the moon above.
Lancelot smiled slightly, summoning an ancient longbow. At the sa ti, he summoned the reforged Excalibur.
"Now, all that remains is the life force of the Earth Mother Goddess."
Far out on the Pacific Ocean, a raging tempest swept across the heavens and earth. A figure, enveloped by the storm, hurtled towards Tokyo Bay.
It was the figure of a 'woman', a curvaceous, seemingly clothed female form.
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