Olympus Mythical Universe.
Atop a Divine Mountain.
A tall Titan Divine is braving the soul-freezing piercing wind, climbing the mountain.
His face is resolute, and in his eyes burn the eternal flas of wisdom and defiance.
Finally, he reaches his destination.
"The Soil of Creation, found it!"
The Titan Divine reveals a radiant smile, carefully digging up heaps of red clay teeming with primordial vitality from the ancient earth.
He is the most wise and visionary "prophet" among the Titan God Clan—Protheus!
Beside him, there stands a stunning Goddess.
She is clad in silver battle armor, wielding a spear and divine shield, her whole being radiating the brilliance of boundless wisdom.
She is the newly born and most powerful young Goddess of Olympus, Athena, who erged from the head of Zeus and inherited the dual divine status of "wisdom" and "war."
At this mont, her deep and bright gray eyes, like the night sky, are quietly observing Protheus's every move, filled with complex emotions.
"Protheus, have you really decided to do this?" Athena looks at the tirelessly working Protheus and finally cannot help but speak, her voice cold yet full of reason.
"You must know, my father, he will never allow a new being, ungoverned by him and endowed with 'wisdom,' to appear in this land he rules."
"He will see it as a challenge and desecration to the divine king's authority!"
Upon hearing this, Protheus does not stop his actions; he rely raises his head, glancing at the distant and majestic Mount Olympus, shrouded in heavy clouds, a mocking and disdainful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Father? Haha, Athena, do you truly believe that the one who devoured his own father, imprisoned his kin, and ruled the entire universe with blood and terror deserves the title of 'father'?"
"He is nothing but a tyrant whose soul is corrupted by power and authority!"
"I, Protheus, as a descendant of the Titans, as a witness to this land, will never allow this beautiful world to be eternally mired in his dark and despotic rule!"
"I will create an entirely new being! Although their bodies may be frail, they will possess 'wisdom' and 'free will' identical to that of the Divine!"
"I want them to beco the new masters of this land!"
"I want them to use their own hands to forge their own civilization, to ignite that eternal fla symbolizing 'hope' and 'rebellion'!"
"And this new race, I shall na in the language of our Titan God Clan—[Human]!"
Athena silently listens to Protheus's passionate and idealistic "declaration."
Though he also brought "order" to the world, that order was built on absolute obedience and relentless suppression.
Any being, Divine or mortal, daring to question his authority or show independent thought would face his ruthless "thunder" judgnt!
This is not the "wisdom" and "civilization" Athena wishes to see.
Thus, after a brief silence and struggle, Athena finally makes her decision.
She steps forward, gently laying her alabaster hand, symbolizing "wisdom" and "divine enlightennt," on the heap of red clay painstakingly collected by Protheus.
"Since you have resolved to undertake this 'heaven-defying' endeavor, then I, Athena, as the Goddess of Wisdom, cannot stand idly by."
"I am willing to endow these newborn 'humans' with the [Spirit of Wisdom] to think, learn, and create!"
"Let them have not just 'form,' but also 'soul'!"
Protheus looks at the Goddess of Wisdom, who has resolutely chosen to "betray" the Divine King with him.
On his resolute face finally appears a genuine smile filled with gratitude and satisfaction.
"Thank you, Athena."
"With your help, my plan is already halfway to success."
Protheus molded the first human body from the red clay brimming with the vitality of the earth, modeled on the perfect form of the Olympus Gods.
He extracted various traits from animals—bravery, strength, speed, agility, good and evil—and sealed them within the human chest.
anwhile, Athena gently exhaled a breath suffused with "wisdom" and "spiritual essence" onto the lifeless clay figure.
That breath, like invisible dew, instantly fused into the clay figure's brow, igniting the spark of its soul!
Buzz—!!!
As the Spirit of Wisdom took residence, the previously lifeless clay figure's chest began to show slight movents!
Its eyes slowly opened, filled with curiosity, ignorance, and the first flickers of awe for this world!
The first truly aningful "human" was born!
Protheus and Athena, looking at this perfect "creation" they made with their own hands, both showed joyful smiles on their faces.
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