Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes
Chapter 222: Kids of the Goddess

Chapter 222: Kids of the Goddess

"But what if they’re trying to divide us? They’re very quiet. They went back into the passageway. Believe me, you’ve seen everything. I know very well what they’re capable of. If we divide, we’re finished. The number of people who can use the teleportation spell is limited. Everyone can’t stay together and go somewhere to help. My sister and a few aura masters have to stay directly with the Sages. We don’t have much power left."

When Atlas said these words, every god and goddess paused. Every word he said was valid. After all, he was the one who had experienced this apocalypse before.

"Still, everything is much better than before. With every step I take, I don’t see the bodies of shattered elves, humans, or half-humans... At least we only lost about a million lives out of billions, not more. I know I’m greedy, but..." Atlas muttered, covering his face with his hands, then lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling of his room.

[You are not greedy.] A message window suddenly appeared before Atlas.

This message came from someone he had never expected.

"Moros..."

Three sisters. Clotho, the spinner. Lachesis, the distributor. Atropos, the inevitable.

Three sisters representing the beginning, middle, and end of life are believed to write the destinies of even the gods and goddesses—the three supreme beings are known as the "Fates," the very embodiment of destiny.

These sisters wrote destiny, and each of these written destinies was engraved into the souls of mortals and immortals by Moros. These siblings, empowered by Chaos itself, assisted in the functioning of everything.

The fourteen beings were created within Nyx’s own womb. Moros (Destiny), Keres (Death Spirit), Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), Oneroi (Dreams), Momus (Blame), Oizys (Pain and Distress), Hesperaides (Nymphs of the West), Moirai (Fates), Nemesis (Indignation), Apate (Deceit), Philotes (Love), Geras (Old Age), and Eris (Strife).

Though not all equally powerful, each of these fourteen primary entities is invaluable. Unlike Aether and Hemera, they were created by Nyx within her own womb without the aid of Erebus, and the eldest among them is Moros, who is Destiny itself.

The fact that such a being had suddenly sent a message to Atlas truly surprised him.

[I am not lying. You are following your heart. Believe me, neither I nor my sisters can see your destiny. We suspect that our grandfather Chaos has blocked everything; perhaps we are too weak to see your destiny, but whatever happens, do not forget. You are not selfish, you are not greedy, and most importantly, you are not a coward. In such a life, as someone who has returned from hell, you are still someone who can follow your heart and risk your life for it. Stop belittling yourself.]

When another message appeared before Atlas, his eyes widened. A genuine smile formed on his face for the first time in a long while, and his eyes even welled up.

"Thank you, sir..." Atlas said. Knowing he was so loved and respected meant the world to him.

Even if Atlas didn’t notice, many gods and goddesses in the main hall of Olympus were glaring at Moros with genuine anger.

Nyx herself had scolded Moros, but Destiny, who was Moros, had made it clear to everyone that every word he said was true, and that they were slowing him down under the pretext of protecting Atlas. Not only that, but for perhaps the first time ever, he had even called his mother Nyx a coward over this issue.

Atlas was valuable; no one could deny that. However, Nyx and the others were doing too much to protect him.

Atlas had already lived for over thirty years and had perhaps become the most advanced human being outside of the Sages.

It was also important not to forget that he was a man who repeated these things and would never do anything he thought he couldn’t do, and that he possessed such intelligence.

If there were any god or goddess who could claim otherwise, they would be the fool’s fool in Moros’s presence.

Even if Nyx was upset by her son’s words, she could not deny her fear. After all, Atlas was like her son, just like Moros and the others.

When Atlas died, they would not reverse everything this time. After all, as Selene had stated long before, on the day Atlas died, the entire sacred realm would be in a festive mood, and if Atlas went to heaven or hell in some unknown way, he would be taken from there by Hermes himself.

In short, Atlas was already a sacred being in their eyes. Perhaps he was not a god or goddess, but he was a sacred being.

When Atlas began training again, he closed his eyes and realised that nothing stood in his way of achieving the sixth-level aura, that every obstacle had been removed.

Therefore, with the aim of ensuring everything was safe, he sat down on a soft spot on the floor of the room and then closed his eyes.

This time, he wanted to move on to the next level through meditation. To be honest, Atlas himself was afraid. It was not difficult to understand why. Unlike magic, Atlas had never reached the sixth level after all.

He took a deep breath and then sent the immense aura energy within his body to the farthest corners of his body as if nothing were there.

Each piece of aura energy was already in a refined state. After all, during his training, he had constantly circulated every piece of aura energy in his body and had already strengthened every muscle, nerve cell, and blood vessel.

All he had to do was spread each fragment and return this energy to his heart, the place he had chosen to store it. Thus, he would succeed in spreading aura energy from his heart as if it were flowing like blood, thereby reaching the sixth level.

And that was exactly what he had done.