Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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"You may call them angels or gods, but it doesn’t change their nature. Besides, I remember, you don’t believe in their doctrines either."

With a chuckle, Chiron knew why his student had suddenly brought this up today.

A message from Athens had arrived just last night, stating that a great battle had erupted in Eryxis, during which the Olympian Gods had descended in their avatars to confront the King of Athens.

And the result... Despite the odds and schemes, the avatar of the War God was shattered.

He was unaware that Hermes had played a role in this; Achilles only knew that the revered King of Athens had died a dishonorable death, and the gods had displayed such mediocre powers.

For a moment, he couldn’t help feeling a bit off-balance.

"But since we’ve touched on this topic, Achilles, what do you think fairness is?"

Chiron asked with a slight smile.

"Naturally, it’s determined by ability, those with exceptional skills should hold power and strength, while those with average abilities shouldn’t occupy such positions."

Without hesitation, the young man said decisively.

"Is that so? But ability is also innate, much like the authority of the gods. Sorting by ability, isn’t that also proving that the hierarchy of all things is determined at birth?"

"Innate?"

Surprised, the young man felt puzzled: "My abilities were developed through my own training and learning, how can they be innate?"

"Abilities are indeed innate, Achilles. I wonder if you have ever observed where a person’s abilities come from."

He gestured towards the distant, where only dense jungles lay. But the young man knew that his teacher was referring to Silver Moon City.

"Talent, personality, the environment of upbringing, these are the very foundations that influence a person’s level of ability."

"People with high talent learn quickly by nature, like you; those less talented, even if they try ten or a hundred times harder, it’s futile. So, you admit this point, right?"

"But some people are resolute by will, while others are naturally lax, even if their talents are the same, their achievements won’t be."

Shaking his head in rebuttal, the young man didn’t accept this.

"True, but this is a difference created by personality. But Achilles, do you think personality isn’t innate? I think otherwise."

"In my years of observation, a person’s personality is often constructed by two parts: congenital lineage and external influences."

"The inheritance of bloodlines will affect you, and the education from external surroundings also influences you. Combined, they create what we call ’diligence,’ ’relaxedness,’ ’firmness,’ ’negligence.’ Do you think I’m right?"

"..."

The young man slightly opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had initially wanted to argue that environmental impacts aren’t congenital.

But the next moment, he understood Chiron’s point.

The influences of the environment essentially boil down to one’s parents and the upbringing environment, which, though seemingly not innate, are actually determined at the moment of birth.

Just like how he could stand here now and have Chiron as his teacher and all the education he had received from childhood, what he had at birth and everything henceforth determined what could be, and what was not, would never be.

"If that’s the case… Are you telling me that everything is destiny? That from the moment I was born, I was determined to become a certain kind of person, destined to live and die in certain ways?"

Taking a deep breath, the young man finally asked.

"If it is, would you believe it?"

"I would believe, but I would not accept."

Clenching his spear tightly, Achilles spoke emphatically, "Everything I have experienced so far has been real, and the efforts I have made are certainly not false. Regardless of who it is, if they want to attribute all of this to ’destiny,’ I will absolutely not accept it!"

"So can you now tell me what you really want to say to me?"

"Hahaha... Of course, Achilles, I just hope that you can let go of the pride in your heart and not get caught up in so-called ’fairness.’"

The hearty laugh of the Centaur startled a flurry of birds in the forest.

"In this world, there is no such thing as fairness, or rather, everything is fair. The inherent power of the Deities belongs to them, just like your own talents. So, do not underestimate them, or you will definitely pay a price."

"Additionally, I am here today to tell you, you have graduated."

"Hmm?"

The young man was somewhat surprised as he looked at his teacher, and Chiron looked back at him.

From his teacher’s eyes, he saw affirmation and encouragement. Could it really be that he was ready to graduate?

But it made sense; over the years, his martial skills had long surpassed Chiron’s.

However, considering the current time, Achilles couldn’t help but ask, "Am I to go to Athens? I heard that Princess Artemis has a temple there; do you want me to go and protect it, to take the place of King Theseus?"

"No, you can go wherever you want. Now that you have graduated, you can do whatever you wish."

Smiling in response, Chiron shook his head, "But that place indeed is a good spot for you to make a name for yourself."

"Then I’ll check it out."

Nodding his head, Achilles said, "With my Vajra Body, I shall go and see the Deities of Olympus." @@novelbin@@

He knew his origins and was clear about his destiny. In fact, neither his mother nor his teacher had ever hidden this fact from Achilles.

At the banquet of the Golden Apple, Zeus had arranged that farcical wedding because he feared the Sea Nymph Thetis’ prophecy about bearing a son ’stronger than his father,’ marrying the daughter of Sea God Nereus to a mortal.

Although Achilles, born thereafter, indeed confirmed this prophecy, Thetis still resented it and chose not to stay at sea but went to Silver Moon City.

Yet, in this legendary city, the fate-laden Sea Nymph received another prophecy—that Achilles would die in war.

Thus, not wanting to stay amidst the Ancient Sea God lineage, Thetis sought out her own aunt, her Mother Goddess, the elder sister to Doris—the ancient and mysterious Lord of the Nether River, Styx.

She sought help from this ancient and mysterious Deity, who unexpectedly responded.

Styx allowed Achilles to soak in the Origin of the Styx River, yet he didn’t receive the world’s bestowed power of "Vows" but rather the other side of this river.

"Hatred," few remember that Styx isn’t only a witness to the Vows of All Gods but is also the River of Hatred. It embodies the world’s initial fury against those who break order, which also gives it the power to constrain Deities using "Vows."

As a child, Achilles was taken by his mother to swim in the River of Hatred. And what he gained was a body so indestructible that even the Deities struggled to harm him.

In the original mythology, Achilles too had undergone such, and even defeated the true form of a Deity with it, yet he also had a fatal weakness—it was his heel, which his mother had held and had not been soaked in the river.

It was here that he died under Apollo’s sword, leaving behind the legend of Achilles’ heel in the Mortal Realm.

However, if one observed Achilles at this moment, they might find, to their surprise, that there wasn’t any vulnerability left on his entire body.

It’s unknown what method Thetis used this time, but somehow Achilles managed to avoid this flaw.

"The prophecy says I will die in war, though I feel it probably doesn’t refer to Ares, but I still want to test the might of this War God."

Spoke the young man, who future generations would call the Mortal War God, and he was curious to see if anything in this world could break his Unbreakable Body.

Perhaps the Divine King could manage it, or maybe there exists a Divine Artifact specifically against him? Achilles didn’t know.

Regardless, he’d find out by trying it himself.