Qianyi: "..."
Although he had wanted to go along with Hippolyta's words, the moment he thought about how Artemis from both Pan-Human History and the Lostbelt was like this, he suddenly felt at peace.
Admiration was the farthest thing from understanding.
The saying was indeed true.
When believers placed an overly thick, overly perfect filter over the gods they worshipped, they could no longer truly see what those gods were really like, because all they saw was the god imagined in their hearts.
And once they crossed that filter and saw a god's true nature up close, they would discover that the god was different from the one they had imagined, and their fantasies would come crashing down.
In a way, it was quite similar to idols.
Idols (gods) appeared from time to time for performances (to bestow miracles), while believers (fans), in order to show their love for their gods, eagerly boosted their rankings and offered up their money (faith). That money (faith) would in turn further raise the idol's popularity (power).
After barely salvaging a bit of Artemis's image as a deity, Qianyi released the hand covering her mouth and went straight to the point. "Apollo may have run away, but the instruments he treasured so much probably weren't all packed up and taken with him, right?"
"Instruments? Mm..." Artemis licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of having licked Qianyi's palm earlier as she began recalling the scene when her cheap little brother had fled.
At the time, Apollo had only just escaped Zeus's control and sensed that something was off with Athena. Afraid of being forcibly controlled again, he had directly abandoned his entire machine god body and fled in the form of a local deity.
The machine god body he had left behind had naturally