You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

Atlas is the pillar of the sky, the giant of the mountain, and possesses the greatest divine power in this world.

There is no doubt that his strength is the glory of the entire Titan.

And his sister, the goddess named Prometheus, is a disgrace to the entire Titan family.

Later became the sinner of the new god, and later the wanted criminal of the updated monarch.

It was as if life had never been on the right track.

If Atlas represents the most masculine and powerful force in the world, his sister is full of dirty tricks and all kinds of twisted minds.

He thought so.

So when she was still at home, he was not close to her.

However, this goddess doesn't seem to care, she is a difficult guy, always looking at the starry sky silently and thinking about something.

Atlas sometimes fetched her back for dinner at his father's behest.

"Let's go." He always shouted from a distance, "It's time, let's eat."

Then the girl would stand up, obediently follow behind him, and go back with him.

Sometimes Atlas also thinks that she is a beautiful girl who may bring glory to the family in the future.

She had long black hair and purple eyes, and she looked serene and graceful, like their mother when she was a girl.

The premise is if she doesn't indulge in those strange things.

"Speaking of which, what does Atlas want to do in the future?" When the two were walking on the road one day, the girl suddenly asked.

"Isn't it very certain, become a great god, and then rule the world." Atlas replied.

"That's it." The girl nodded slightly and said.

"What do you want to do?" Atlas asked.

Prometheus was lost in thought.

After a period of time.

She looked up at the bright stars in the sky.

"Me?" She laughed, "It's probably in line with the direction of fate, to be a prophet."

"That would be the best," said Atlas, "and marry a noble god to strengthen our family."

The girl smiled.

"Okay." She replied meekly.

Atlas knew she was lying.

But it felt like she might be half telling the truth.

A prophet is the most painful person in the world. The reason for being a prophet is to suffer before everyone feels the pain, and to feel the danger before everyone knows the danger.

Then go and wake them up.

Most of the time they are considered crazy.

Probably such a person.

His mother and sister were such people.

He actually felt ashamed, because the prophet may not be right most of the time, so other families said that their family may have a family disease, and all the women are crazy.

To be honest, if he becomes the head of the family, he must keep this girl at home, and don't let her go out to show her face and continue to be ashamed.

Then she defected.

Atlas never saw her again.

He knew that she had betrayed everyone, and he also knew that she was the one behind the young monarch. She was treacherous and treacherous, and finally helped him win, and then was exiled as a matter of course.

Isn't this normal?

No monarch would like such a traitorous guy. If he can even hurt his own family and relatives, is there anyone in this world who she can't hurt?

Then Atlas fell asleep, and fell into a slumber with all the ancient Titans.

When he woke up, the world had changed.

The gods lost their influence, and people began to believe in themselves. They made all kinds of machines and studied various laws.

Standing in the world, Atlas felt overwhelmed.

Then he quickly got used to it. After all, living in this world is convenient and free, which is countless times more convenient and comfortable than the era he lived in.

The food is delicious, full of various spices and condiments to create a feast for the senses, the clothes are more comfortable, and there are many ways to pass the time, such as reading newspapers, there will be editorials or short stories written by people .

He still likes to read jokes on it.

He suddenly remembered something.

Is my family still alive?

Knowing that his father stayed with his uncles, his mother with her new family, and his brother with the gods of Hades, he decided to visit his mother anyway.

He brought some presents and knocked on his mother's door.

Themis was a little surprised by his arrival.

"Atlas?" she said softly.

"It's me, mother," Atlas replied, "I think it's time to come and see you."

Themis smiled, and let him into the room, where he was received warmly by his sisters.

"Speaking of it." Atlas looked around, "That guy, didn't he live with you?"

Themis seemed to realize quickly what he was asking.

Lady Justice shook her head.

"She is out by herself, is she married?" Atlas asked.

"No." Themis replied stiffly and coldly, "your sister, Prometheus, is dead."

Atlas' hand holding the teacup trembled, and the hot tea splashed on his body. The Goddess of Time quickly brought him a handkerchief, and he wiped it vigorously.

"Isn't she immortal?" Atlas asked, "Was she finally killed by some main god?"

Themis looked at the patterns on the tablecloth and shook her head.

"No." She said softly.

"She just made a deal with her life and death," said Themis, "so we revived."

It was one of her powers, Atlas certainly remembered.

Would anyone be stupid enough to use power like this?

and also.

"Has she never been crowned?" asked Atlas.

"No." Themis replied, she looked out the window at the bustling crowd, "so she is dead."

Atlas felt a moment of sluggishness.

Prometheus is dead.

This kind of thing, he has cursed more than once in the endless hard labor, that guy must die quickly.No, it's better not to die, but to be tortured.

But now he knew that Themis would not lie to him for no reason.

She is indeed dead.

will never return.

He will never see her again.

Are you happy?

Are you relieved?

Feeling relaxed yet?

atlas.

he asked himself.

No.

said his heart.

Absolutely not.

He just felt puzzled, and empty, what on earth was she doing, deposed these noble gods, didn't he fulfill the wish of that natural chaoticist?

Has her conscience found atonement?

No, what conscience does that guy have.

But speaking of it, although she is related to him by blood.

But he suddenly realized that he didn't know her at all.

Atlas left Themis' house, standing on the road of people coming and going, feeling a kind of inexplicable sadness.

His sister died.

He hated her undeniably.

However, he didn't even know what kind of person she was, the way she stayed in his memory was still a girl, soft and silent, always having many thoughts, most of which were unrealistic.

So Atlas went to her friend.

Athena who fought with him, Sariel who ran the train with his mouth full, Hermes and Apollo who were far-fetched.

They all seem to understand her.

Just understand a little bit.

He knew that she had a bizarre ambition, and a dream that seemed far away.

She seems to sincerely hope that all living beings in this world can feel freedom and happiness.

What a strange dream this is.

But she did seem to have paid for it with her life.

"What kind of person is she?" Atlas asked the question.

No one could answer him well.

They all have a suggestion, "If you want to know what kind of person she is, the best way is probably to become a human being."

Human beings are her children, the creatures on which she places all her hopes.

become human.

Live in a human way, work in a human way, endure misfortune in a human way.

To get, to love, to lose, to win.

painful.

But it feels like I'm really alive.

When he hugged his beloved girl for the first time in his life, for the first time in his life, he felt that the power in his hands is not as big as possible.

Then he loved and was loved.

Atlas took out a few coins from his pocket and stood in front of the bright red machine, ready to buy a bottle of drink.

Do you drink tea, coffee, or soda today?

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something.

He turned around and saw a white-haired girl looking at the bestsellers in the front row at the door of the store. Her eyes were purple, complicated and precise, and they were the only eyes he had seen twice in his life.

Eyes of the Prophet alone.

Atlas walked past silently and quietly.

The girl ordered something in the window, and the clerk took it out for her, put it in a paper bag, sealed it, and quoted the price.

"Let me pay." The clerk heard a strange voice, she looked over and found a tall young man appeared behind the white-haired girl at some point, and the girl was obviously startled.

"Huh?" She turned her head suspiciously.

Then it seemed to see something terrible, like a frightened cat, it jumped aside.

The young man took out his wallet from his pocket, "I said I will pay."

He took out a banknote and put it in the clerk's hand, "Is that enough?"

The clerk took out a handful of coins and handed them to him.

"Well, let me ask, who are you?" the clerk said tremblingly, "otherwise I'm going to call the police."

Humans are also always strangely zealous.

Atlas sighed, he turned his head, the girl regained her composure, and looked up at his face from the other side.

He seemed to recall a day many years ago, when she looked at his face like this.

"Says like I'm a gangster," said Atlas. "I'm her brother."

That's it.

Atlas thought, taking the thing, the book was heavy, but his mind seemed to be very, very empty, as if many, many years had been completely wiped away.

"Let's go." He sighed, "It's time, it's time for lunch."

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