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Fantasy World, Olympus.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west, illuminating the mountains across the earth as if unaware of another fierce sun rising underground. Zeus and the other gods still lingered at the peak, enjoying the Muses’ singing and dancing while waiting for that "ignorant neer god."
Deities care little about such brief moments in time, but not all were interested. Athena, for example, found an excuse to leave early and returned to her pce atop the Mount of the Gods.
Athena still had many doubts about this seemingly real yet fantastical world. She wasn’t disinterested in learning more about those unfamiliar deities, but reality did not allow her to linger there.
Because the Goddess of Wisdom, merged with another "self," did not inherit the memories of the original body, every word she said might reveal her abnormality—or perhaps go unnoticed. However, given the uncertainty of how long this sudden change wouldst, she naturally opted for the most cautious approach.
Walking on the steps paved with white jade, Athena quietly admired the new sights of Olympus. Perhaps because time had moved on, or maybe because Hephaestus’s skills truly surpassed those of the Cyclops. Either way, the divine pces rising along the seemingly endless ridges of the Mount of the Gods appeared even more majestic.
They even boasted styles that were more distinctive, not typical of gods but as if the deities had been influenced by mortals. For those who lived there all along, they felt nothing unusual, but Athena perceived it very clearly.
Gods and humans influence each other, even if they themselves are unaware... Pondering silently, the goddess continued forward.
Her destination was her Archive—theyout of her own pce was unknown to her, but Athena believed she would have such a ce.
And as expected, guided by the sense of divine power, she found her pce easily. Led by a somewhat puzzled maid, she quickly found the "personal" study amidst aplexwork of corridors.
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Step step step...
Step step step...
Creak—
"Is this the ce?"
A sky-blue dress hid the ’maiden’ goddess’s figure, with a light purple sash casually tied around her slender waist. Athena pushed open the door and began to survey the room’s interior.
A circr, vast Archive,rge rings surrounding smaller ones with shelves crammed with books on every level. It was Athena’s first time seeing so many artifacts filled with knowledge, and a smile unwittingly graced her lips.
Whether this world was real or illusory, one thing’s value remained unchanged – knowledge. And this ce was likely where the most knowledge in the world could be found. Even the collection of the Divine King could hardlypare to it—if Zeus were really interested in it.
"Yes, Your Highness, this is your study."
Bowing respectfully, the Nymph standing beside replied softly.
She was somewhat puzzled, after all, this was the goddess’s own pce’s Archive. But divine matters hardly allow for doubt, regardless of why she was asked to lead the way, she raised no objections.
Among the Olympian gods, Athena was indeed one of the more pleasant ones, but in any case, the other was a deity.
"Very well."
Nodding her head, Athena returned to the present. She nced slightly at the maid, who looked at the ground, then her finger moved slightly.
With a ’thump,’ the Nymph copsed to the floor. In the next moment, an invisible force lifted her and ced her on a small bed inside the Archive that the goddess had prepared.
She would likely sleep for quite a long duration, until Athena fully grasped the situation. With her own ignorance about the situation, the goddess did not wish to create any more idents.
"Now, let’s see how the ’History’ of this world differs from what I know."
Exhaling a breath, Athena stepped forward. Her skirt trailed over the floor that could mirror one’s image, and she started to scrutinize the categorically sorted books.
Some of them dealt with skills, some were biographies glorifying deities, and others were histories of kingdoms. However, after looking around, Athena couldn’t find any documents that chronicled the entire world’s history. She was initially surprised, then had a moment of realization.
She nearly forgot one thing – books are written by beings with wisdom. Humans need to record history to pass it onto future generations, but deities are immortal beings. They don’t need to record their past in books since their own memories serve as the Book of Ages.
Thus, deities don’t record the entire history, and mortalsck the divine power and lifespan to write histories spanning across the ages.
"So... do I need to summarize it myself?"
Frowning briefly but then rxing, Athena looked at the books recounting gods and humans. Their authors were either followers of the gods or schrs from human kingdoms, and the content inevitably contained some subjective judgment.
But if she read enough,prehended enough, Athena could piece together the trueplete picture of history like assembling a puzzle, andprehend the events that had urred in this world’s past.
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It promised to be no small task, but a monumental andplex endeavor. After all, to identify the single truth among various contradictory statements required not only wisdom but also ample time and experience.
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