The Primordial Destiny of the Gods [First Update! 2.1K!]

Although that was true,

she understood your resolve.

"Ah, how cruel. What a wrong and incomprehensible act. If you accepted this blessing willingly, I could have regarded you as my lovable, mischievous child. And you could have regarded me as your mother."

Demeter revealed a sorrowful expression.

She still remembered the brilliance Moran had displayed, and the maternal feelings in her heart kept overflowing.

Seeing a child striving so hard like this,

what mother would not feel heartbroken?

No matter what, Primal Destiny had to be carried out. As long as they still believed in the Earth Mother Goddess, that child had to be treated as an enemy.

How tragic. How painful.

Yet there was nothing she could do.

"Zeus, the only god we worship is the Mother Goddess. We will never accept the Divine Blood you offer. Although the Native Gods of the past were cruel and merciless, Medusa is absolutely not like them. She is not only the goddess worshipped by my people, but also the wife I, Moran, love and am proud of!"

Moran rose to face Zeus once more.

He could practically beat his chest and swear with a clear conscience, staring straight at the displeased Great God.

"Is that so? You never intended to submit from the very beginning. Even after witnessing my might to this extent, even if destruction awaits ahead, you still intend to carry this through alongside your people?!"

Soon, he burst into laughter again.

This pressure was completely different from before.

"Delightful. Truly delightful!

There are actually humans like you! Beings that even our starships cannot analyze. But this unknown is precisely what makes you dangerous! And we have no need for the unknown!"

Hostility poured from Zeus's eyes.

He had clearly changed the way he viewed them.

He saw Pellasgi as a demon that would eventually poison the people.

They were an existence that had to be erased from this world.

If such thoughts were allowed to spread among humanity, they would inevitably hinder the guidance of the planet.

That was unquestionably intolerable.

At this moment, the Great God Zeus decided to kill you all.

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There will be at least over thirty thousand words, nearly fifteen chapters' worth. Plenty to feast on.

The rest will be posted in the premium launch notes.

I'll talk there about the future plot arrangements and summarize everything from before the launch. Those interested can take a look.

Thank you all for reading this far. Truly, thank you very much.

The instant you realized that the Great God Zeus regarded you as enemies, you swiftly joined forces with Medusa and attacked.

You thrust the Golden Sword toward the Great God.

In an instant, a cleansing flood of thunder descended from the heavens.

Unlike the first time, when you had been completely unprepared, Medusa deployed her Authority in advance and did everything she could to block the thunderbolts.

The people chose to concentrate the Mother Goddess's power upon you, even if it meant paying with their lives.

But this was still no easy battle.

The countless bolts of lightning were controlled by Zeus's calculation module, without even a millimeter of gap or flaw.

If this desperate battle continued,

you and Medusa would sooner or later be defeated.

Within the lightning, the Great God Zeus calmly watched you and Medusa dance amid the thunder. He did not believe you could break through the domain of a god.

"Zeus! You said that you love humanity more than the Earth Mother Goddess does! That everything you do is meant to give humanity a more efficient future!"

"Hmph. At this point, you still ask such a question? Humanity is helpless because it is confined by its frail bodies. I will never allow the Children of Olympus to bear such misery!"

Zeus's answer did not waver in the slightest.

Yet after hearing it, you smiled.

Because you knew this was the flaw of the machine gods, a problem even they themselves had failed to notice.

Machine gods did not make mistakes.

If humans encountered a self-contradictory problem, they could use ambiguity to justify their own actions.

But machine gods forged from steel and machinery could not do that. Once two matters conflicted, their processing terminals would be unable to make a judgment, and they would continue treating them as identical tasks.

Even if it meant endlessly repeating futile work.

"Great God Zeus, please answer me! If you truly love humanity so much, then how will you deal with the Primal Destiny that has been running ever since your birth?!"

"...You speak of... Destiny!?"

The Great God Zeus's expression instantly turned blank with shock.

He was not the only god to fall into that state. Several other machine gods of Olympus did as well.

It was as though time had stopped for them.

Their thought modules, which had already been struggling to maintain stability,

were jolted by those true words.

The machine gods belonged to Chaos's fleet.

They had traveled through the stars for countless years.

In the end, the gods found Earth and were worshipped by humanity as gods. Though they did not understand it, the machine gods learned joy because of it.

Though it was a useless function,

the gods could not discard it.

The machine gods became humanity's gods.

But before they ever felt joy, there had been a highest-order command embedded within their programs.

It was the purpose behind their voyage through the stars.

That primal mission was not to bring prosperity to humanity, but to use a suitable planet to restore their dying mother planet to life.

As long as that highest-order command remained and continued operating, humanity under their rule could never achieve prosperity. Everything they did would revolve around restoring their mother planet.

And that was the destiny of the machine gods.

That was why, because of their love for humanity, they had always been carrying out contradictory and inefficient programs.

The gods could not abandon their love for humanity, yet their fundamental objective had not changed. They still sought to restore their mother planet.

Even they themselves had not realized it.

Loving humanity and carrying out their destiny—those two things conflicted with each other. They had been bound by this program for countless millennia.

"We, we... our fleet... our most primal mission... find a planet... rebuild the mother planet... no... save humanity... guide humanity...!"

Zeus had clearly suffered no injury.

Yet he fell into a state he had never experienced before, as the thought programs within his spiritual world collided.

A dormant command had awakened.

Even if he wanted to turn away, he could not ignore it.

The god struggled to preserve the command to love humanity, only to realize that it conflicted with the primal command—there was no turning back.

Zeus fell into a deadlock as he tried to process the commands.

The countless bolts of lightning over the sea immediately became chaotic and disordered, just like the conflicting thoughts within Zeus at that moment.

You knew Zeus would recover in the next second.

His command terminal was not so fragile. Of course, since you had spoken such true words,

you had undoubtedly prepared long ago.

"Haah—!"

Moran let out a roar that resounded through the heavens.

At the same time, he swung down the Golden Sword.

Thunderbolts like a sea of stars descended from the sky one after another. Because of Zeus's frenzy, they were hundreds of times more vicious than before.

"Guh! Block them for me!"

Medusa gritted her silver teeth and spread her wings.

Her beautiful snake hair was scorched by the lightning, and her wings were battered until every feather had fallen away, yet she still blocked bolt after bolt.

She carved a path for the man she loved.

The pinnacle and limit of human wisdom manifested here.

"Guh!"

With every meter Moran advanced,

the lightning he passed through tore away a piece of him, and the seawater beneath his feet was being dyed crimson with blood.

Yet a fearless smile appeared on his face.

The blade had reached the Great God.

Seizing the one-thousandth of a second opening created by his mental turmoil, he delivered an unprecedented strike.

Squelch—!!

The golden blade pierced through Zeus's chest.

Just as when it pierced a mortal, the blood that splashed out seemed to mock everything about the gods.

"You... why! Why do you know!?"

Zeus did not focus on his own defeat.

Instead, he asked why Moran knew of this destiny.

It was something humans could not possibly know.

The gods had done everything they could to avoid it until now. Having the matter laid bare before them, they had no way to escape.

Having finally realized the contradiction, he felt pain.

Because they were machine gods.

The blade had gathered the poison of monsters from across the world. The Hydra's poison within it was enough to make even gods retreat in fear.

Zeus's form dissipated before you.

Though you had received the support of Mother Goddess Medusa's power, you had ultimately achieved the feat of matching a god with a human body.

A God Slayer hero.

Whether they were Children of Olympus or the people of Pellasgi, none of them could believe this reality.

A human had killed a god.

This was a heinous act of defiance.

Because of it, you had exhausted every ounce of strength in your body and used up every strategy and scheme you possessed.

Mother Goddess Medusa's power was almost depleted.

"Ha, did you see that old bastard's face at the end? He looked completely unbelieving. I'd been planning that strike for a long time!"

Moran lay bloodied across the surface of the sea.