245 Chapter 57 [Suffering]_5
He had previously arranged for the God of Sun to co here regularly for this very purpose, for Helios who frequently traversed the seas could undoubtedly draw the attention of the master of this sea region. Yet he hadn't expected soone to co looking for him so soon.
"No regrets... are you talking about not regretting stealing fire, or do you an not regretting deceiving the gods?"
The visitor showed no intention of answering the question, and instead continued to ask.
"...Neither. Even if I hadn't deceived the gods, Bronze Humanity wouldn't have had the chance to continue, and the Divine King would not have spared ."
With a tranquil expression, allowing pain to spread and accumulate over his body, Protheus felt his thoughts were incredibly clear.
"Rather than commit even more dreadful mistakes in the future because of my pride, the current outco is already very good."
"Heh, you sound sowhat like a sage now."
A light chuckle sounded, and a gentle light illuminated from around him, allowing Protheus to see the deity in front of him.
A dark-haired young man, looking very familiar, but no matter how much he tried to recall, Protheus couldn't rember where he had seen him.
His mory felt as if it were separated by a layer, elusive as fetching the moon reflected in a well, or observing flowers shrouded in mist.
But it didn't matter if he couldn't rember, looking at the deity before him, Protheus earnestly requested:
"Could you save a part of the Bronze Humanity?"
"Hm?"
Laine was surprised once again, as he looked toward Protheus, feeling that the deity in front of him was a completely different person from the one that had deceived the gods.
"It seems you already know that Bronze Humanity cannot escape their fate?"
"Yes, before Mother Earth awakes, the Divine King will definitely create the next batch of humans, perhaps he's already starting now."
Shaking his head with difficulty, Protheus once again requested:
"If possible, could you save a part of Bronze Humanity? Although the Divine King's power is imnse, in today's Mortal Realm, he is not omnipotent."
"If you can escape his notice, and allow a few of the humans to survive, then when the new mortals are born, you will gain a substantial harvest."
"'A substantial harvest'? Hehe, what you actually an to say is that once I get a taste of the power of faith, I won't let go of that force. That's what you're thinking, isn't it?"
Looking at the Fire Thief whose expression finally showed so change, Laine smiled and shook his head. The other tried to tempt him with benefits, but he was not angered.
Laine had no intention of taking offense with a prisoner, and strictly speaking, the other party had rely presented a gold mine; whether it attracted soone or what actions one took depended entirely on the individual's choice.
What Protheus didn't realize was that the one he sought to attract already had so much gold at ho that there was nowhere to put it.
With a grab into the void, he produced a paintbrush. Laine suddenly felt inspired; he planned to finish the second painting in the Creation of Divinity today, The Suffering Protheus.
"How about I paint you a painting?"
"In return, I can promise you that on a certain day in the not-too-distant future, when disaster befalls the earth, and mortal lives are nearing their end... I will walk the earth, walk among mortals, and if one prays to , I will grant them survival."
Although the other party had no real power to refuse, Laine still asked politely.
If it were just a whim, and if Protheus was unwilling, then he would leave right there and then.
"...I am very grateful to you, Your Highness. You are free to do as you wish; I never had the ability to refuse your desire to paint."
Perhaps he had spoken too much, causing more blood to seep from his chest. Yet Protheus did not mind his body; instead, he looked apologetically at Laine.
"I do indeed favor humans, but I never intended to put you in danger. Openly defying the will of the Divine King is too dangerous. If the Divine King notices—"
"Then let him notice."
Interrupting Protheus's words, with the void as his canvas and the ages as his cloth, Laine began to paint.
The the this ti was Suffering, but in the painting, Protheus only occupied an insignificant part; more of it was taken up by mortals and gods.
The goodness and wickedness of mortals, and the malevolence and benevolence of gods, all unfolded in the scroll, displaying the myriad facets of life. It depicted not the punished creator, but the Mortal Realm during the Bronze Age.
"Since the promise has been made, so it must play out; it is a destined affair."
The brush was dipped in bright red, the blood of the Fire Thief. With the brush in hand, Laine painted at ease.
"No matter who it is, when I grant them 'immortality,' then in this world, no one can take their life away."
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