Chapter 168
This is the first time anyone has used the term "Greek Age" in the modern world since Greece was swallowed by Eris!
The historical Closed Loop has been completed!
Knock knock! Knock knock!
Centered on Crete, knocking resounded on every door in every city throughout the Mediterranean Sea region.
In the dead of night, this was an extremely terrifying and horrifying scene. What was even more frightening was that from behind the door came the overlapping voices of countless men, women, and children.
The sounds were layered upon each other, like ocean waves crashing against rocks, like winged creatures flapping their wings, or like leaves fluttering in the wind as a storm swept through the woods.
Behold, I knock at the door, and if anyone hears me and opens it, I will go in; and I will sit at the table with him, and he with me.
The voice was incredibly alluring, as if it came from the depths of one's heart; anyone who heard it would be compelled to open the door.
Outside Hebe's tent, a series of knocking sounds suddenly rang out. A hand with four fingers pressed a handprint onto the tent door and then reached in several inches.
A few high-ranking Ascended beings may have heard the knocking sound like a heartbeat, but only Hebe could hear the overlapping sound.
Because at the same time, another voice rang out.
The sound evoked both images of a valiant and imposing man and a fiercely armed young woman, but ultimately, both were drowned out by the creaking sound of a door hinge.
These three sounds blended together, drowning out the layers of noise.
You may only go this far; you must not go any further.
Eris said, "I will knock at the door, and if anyone hears me and opens it, I will go in and join them at the table!"
The gatekeeper refused. "You may only go this far, you may not go any further!"
Hebe sat silently amidst the blooming illusionary flowers, her gaze fixed on the dark green tabletop.
She clearly heard the conversation between the two leaders, but remained silent.
A fierce wind howled across Crete, unknown to the other members of the Albion Archaeological Society.
Hebe did not continue with the Closed Loop process; instead, she stared at the card representing Toyokawa Shoko through the dark green desktop.
Just as Hebe had anticipated, in the next instant, "Toyokawa Shoko's" card began to fade, become blurred, and then crumble from the edges!
More than half a month ago, after the meeting ended, it wasn't just Mostima who received the order; Toyokawa Shoko also did.
In fact, the latter's task was far more arduous than Mostima's.
Do you know why librarians held a higher status than other board members in the past?
The fireplace in the reading room crackled and popped as Hebe leaned back in her recliner, gazing into Toyokawa Shoko's eyes.
Toyokawa Shoko naturally shook her head. In fact, based on her personal experience during this period, she did not think that librarians had any qualifications worthy of being listed separately.
The Secret Councilor is responsible for keeping secrets or revealing information; the Treasurer is responsible for managing and allocating all of Blanckug's assets; the Communications Director as an envoy, with unrestricted access to any organization in any country; and the Continuance Director is there to ensure Blanckug's long-term existence...
Compared to these clearly defined positions, librarians do not have a clear role.
During this time, Toyokawa Shoko also read many of the diaries, notes and handwritten copies left by the previous administrators.
These written records show that the librarians did indeed possess a certain "supreme power," but how this power was exercised, what its nature was, and from whom it originated are all unknown.
"You must have had this question too." Hebe's face flickered in the firelight of the fireplace. "Now I will answer your question—librarians have the power to revise history."
"Revising history—" Toyokawa Shoko's body slowly trembled with terror.
She began to confront the true horrors of this world.
"Only once." Hebe held up a finger. "The ruling council will adopt it and then remove the librarian who exercises this power."
"In other words, once the librarians exercised this power, the historical mission of the Silent Bookstore came to an end."
"Then why don't I become the librarian myself and appoint you to this one-time power?"
Before Toyokawa Shoko could answer, Hebe gave the answer, "It's simple, because you're suitable... Blanckug himself chose you."
This was a lie, but Hebe did not arouse any suspicion in Toyokawa Shoko.
Hebe tapped her fingers on the armrest of the chair, making a soft, rhythmic sound.
After a while, she reached out and put her fingers into the small ink bottle.
Drip, drip, drip... The ink bottle gradually filled with half a bottle of pure spiritual dew.
"To revise history, you need a sufficient amount of ink. Most inks are hard to find, but fortunately, Pure Spirit Dew is a highly effective ink." Hebe pushed the ink bottle in front of Toyokawa Shoko. "Take it."
She arranged for Toyokawa Shoko to accept the ink and made several more talismans for her.
More than half a month later, on this night, Toyokawa Shoko tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She felt a tightness in her chest, so she picked up the cup on the bedside table and took a couple of sips of water.
For some inexplicable reason, Toyokawa Shoko wanted to go for a walk, so she went back to put on her coat, picked up her phone, and went outside.
Knock knock! Knock knock!
Under the silent night sky, a sudden gale howled, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks was especially loud. Yet, amidst all this, a knocking sound, like a heartbeat, suddenly rang out.
She walked over without thinking, through the long corridor, past the two towering buildings standing side by side, through the increasingly deep night, and placed her hand on the heavy door of the Silent Bookstore.
Toyokawa Shoko suddenly froze. Who would be knocking on the door at this hour?
The moment she began to doubt it, an overwhelming power suddenly surged from her fingertips to her heart.
The talisman tucked into Toyokawa Shoko's clothes suddenly began to burn fiercely, thick blue smoke billowing from her sleeve and swirling around her face.
She began coughing violently, and large amounts of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from her mouth and nose.
A chilling laugh, "Ha! Ha!" came from outside the door, or perhaps it was just the sound of the wind, but the heavy creaking of the door hinges quickly drowned it out.
However, Toyokawa Shoko could not hear anything. She first knelt down on the ground, and then fell to the ground sideways.
The gold ring hanging around her neck quickly became dull, fragile, and faded—changes that should never occur on a gold ring.
Under the protection of the talisman, the ring, and the Silent Bookstore, Toyokawa Shoko did not die on the spot.
In the distance, Morgan emerged from the shadows, holding the small ink bottle with a somewhat complicated expression.
She made no extra movements, simply unscrewing the ink bottle and pouring it into Toyokawa Shoko's mouth.
The purest spiritual dew didn't need to be drunk at all; just this one action was enough to stop Toyokawa Shoko from vomiting blood.
She stared at Morgan's face in a daze, but Hebe's face appeared in her vision instead.
"Mom... Mom..."
She sobbed softly, then fainted from sobbing.
Inside a tent on Crete, Hebe stared at the cards on the dark green table that were constantly breaking and blurring.
A deep crack ran across the center of the card, but it ultimately failed to shatter it completely.
Not every doorway is a wound, but every wound is a doorway. Such a wound cannot be healed by ordinary means, and it brings your followers one step closer to the end.
Hebe raised her hand expressionlessly.
"The Greek world was built on the ruins of Atlantis, and two great wars laid the foundation for the pan- Greek Civilization. The first was the Persian Wars, the Other was the Peloponnesian War. The former brought prosperity to Greece, led by Athens, while the latter led to the decline of the Athenian alliance, which was replaced by Sparta."
"At the very end of Greek Civilization, Alexander Macedon prince, also Iskandar, King of Conquerors, unified Greece and then marched eastward again, defeating Darius III, the king of the Persian Empire, and reaching Bharata."
"Alexander conquered through military force, replacing rule with conquest. In other words, Alexander was Heroic Spirit under the February Archon, Scar Father. After him, Ptolemy established his kingdom on the Egyptian lands, founded the Hellenistic dynasty of Egypt, and called him the son of Zeus."
"But this statement is incorrect," Hebe said calmly. "All of Zeus's bloodline had been severed in the Mycenae era; after Remus founded Atlantis, the chief god of cities in the pan-Greek region was Quirinus."
"Therefore, Alexander was not the son of Zeus, but the son of Quirinus."
"Quirinus had already ascended into the wasteland and was to the right of the Scar Father; therefore, when he descended again, he was born of himself, in other words, the Word became flesh."
"Alexander is Quirinus. After returning to the wilderness, he descended to earth a second time at the command of his Scar Father, to reign on earth for a thousand years."
"Quirinus founded Rome in the old capital of Atlantis."
"The Roman era, which lasted for a thousand years and spanned all of history, has begun."
244 Athena of Crete, Atinan of Mycenae, Janus of Rome
The battles between high-ranking Ascended beings often remained deadlocked for a long time.
This is because they must create an image that is favorable to themselves. For example, before attacking the old dragon, they must give themselves all the buffs and launch an attack under favorable terrain conditions.
Therefore, how to identify the other party's achievements and imprints and make a move against them; how to protect one's own achievements and imprints from being targeted when one is an enemy... these are the closely guarded secrets among those who have attained high status.
In contrast, the true outcome is decided in an instant, like frost sweeping away trees, uprooting mountains to crush eggs, and utterly destroying everything without any room for maneuver.
The same is true of the struggle between Eris and the gods. He continually erodes the origins and history of the gods, thereby encroaching upon the laws, ordinances, and Golden Truth of the ruling powers, who are powerless against him.
Or rather, the gods could not determine where Eris originated.
If you want to target Him, you should at least know who His prototype is, when and where He ascended to His divine form, and why He takes on this appearance...
But Eris swallowed up all of Greece, nearly incapacitating the Fisher King, and seized the gatekeeper's mandate to be the king of the gods, thus placing himself in a state of being unchosen.
The entire process is blurred and cannot be selected, making it incredibly sneaky.
If Hebe's conjecture is correct, then in Greece under Eris's rule, the influence of the other rulers was probably nonexistent.
This is quite normal, because even for those in power, they are in a state of "knowing that Greece exists, but not knowing exactly what Greece is."
The only ones truly capable of interfering in Greece were the Fisher King who had once been Zeus, and the gatekeeper who would carry out the God-King destiny.
Without Eris, these two rulers would likely have been embroiled in conflict in the future... but Eris changed everything.
Hebe's gaze was deep: from beginning to end, all she had been doing was destroying the very foundation of Eris's existence.
Eris was able to gain the upper hand when facing the ruling powers.
For none of the rulers who could overcome him could enter the Greek Lostbelt; and those who could enter the Greek Lostbelt were instead brought to their knees by Eris.
Conversely, Hebe was able to gain the upper hand when facing Eris, because she came from another world, a world with a relatively clear history.
Therefore, Hebe's perspective on Eris is one-sided.
Thinking about it, it's somewhat of a wicked joke: just as Eris had once held the upper hand among the rulers, Hebe is now giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Hebe divided the mythological era of Greece to Mycenae, leaving Greek history in its original place, thus forcing Eris to fight on two fronts simultaneously... Of course, Hebe knew that Hebe had the ability to fight on multiple fronts, so she also "proved" the Dark Ages, namely the lost Atlantis.
She forcefully inserted Atlantis into the middle of Greek mythology and history, separating the two like a firewall!
"I have erased the existence of Sybil," Hebe thought to himself. "In other words, the present Atlantis is a history untouched by Eris."
Atlantis, in fact, was a reflection of Rome.
The history from Crete to Rome is divided into five periods by the Hebe, with Eris hastily occupying only the Other, while the Gatekeepers leisurely occupy the other three.
This ruler can calmly deliver a double blow to Eris from the past and the future at any point in time.
An apprentice might ask: Since Hebe was so bold as to use Atlantis as a firewall, wouldn't Eris have destroyed it first?
The answer is, of course Eris would do that. But let's not forget that Remus and Romulus are brothers.
This deity of the wasteland, who was elevated to the rank of Quirinus, became a bridge connecting the past and the future.
In Hebe's previous life, Quirinus also served as Janus's equal for a time.
The only difficulty Hebe faced in constructing this history was that Quirinus was a god standing on the right side of Scar Father. How easy was it to get this ruler, known for his authoritarianism, to relinquish his generals?
However, the person in power agreed!
The reason is simple: with Hebe breaking Eris's "illusion," the rulers were now able to see Eris.
When they can see Eris, they can naturally come into contact with Eris.
In other words, at this moment, Eris is already in a predicament of being kicked out by the ruling circles.
What does it matter to the Scar Father to lose one of his followers?
—That's Greece, a land previously untouched by anyone. Now, the ruling powers are about to hold a grand feast and revel in it.
Hebe let out a long sigh: Eris, He could not save His Greece!
Hebe was well aware that with each battle, Eris would surely hate her to the core.
If Eris had a choice, he would definitely kill himself by any means necessary.
Previously, Hebe had always remained hidden in the Silent Bookstore and had never Closed Loop of history in the present world.