Section II
I don't care about life, I don't care about reputation, I don't care about pain, but I still have a duty to complete! God or demon, please give me strength.
After drifting for hundreds of millions of light years, a desolate song suddenly sounded in his ears.
You called me blind, but let me tell you,
Though thou hast eyes, thou canst not see thy calamity, nor where thou dwellest, nor with whom.
Do you know where you came from?
You do not know that you are the enemy of your dead and living relatives;
The curse of your parents will whip you left and right, chase you out of the place with terror;
Although you can see it now, when the time comes, you will only see darkness.
When you find out your marriage--
After a safe voyage you sail into the treacherous harbor at home--
At that time, which shelter didn't have your cries?
Which part of Mount Cartailon does not echo your voice?
You can never guess the endless disaster,
It will make you equal to yourself,
And make thee equal with thy children.
Go ahead and scold me for talking nonsense. Anyway, there's no one else in the world who has suffered more than you.
This place is…Unknowingly, I've come to the side of a River Styx. The river water was clear and sparkling like gold.
A Underworld Fighter sat by the river and sang sadly.
"Who are you?"
He seemed to have heard my answer. He nodded and replied with a winged song,"
"Poor thing,
Poor traitor,
You finally came,
To this river of gods 'fear,
He came to the River of Hatred, the Stekven River.”
So it was Stekefen, the River of Hatred. It was said that even gods would lose their divinity if they touched the water here. This is the river water that gods use to swear…very good, very suitable for me.
Slowly, I struggled.
The Underworld Fighter continued to sing,"
"Poor thing,
Poor traitor,
How much pain have you suffered,
How many tears have you held back?
Now you should rest,
You should sleep.
As long as you sleep,
Even if the cruel goddess of fate has no mercy
And I'll look at your god-like face
I'll let you off, I'll let you off.
Poor man,
Poor traitor."
"Unfortunately, I still have things to do. I can't go to sleep like this!" I rejected his suggestion without thinking.
The Underworld Warrior looked even more sorrowful.
he said, standing up and shaking his head.
"Poor thing,
Poor traitor,
Do you know who I am?
I am Amphilaus.
It's me, I foretold everything
I will foresee
Oedipus will kill his father,
Married her mother.
I will foresee
I will die in Thebes
I will foresee
My son will kill the wife who betrayed me,
His wife would also kill him.
The goddess of fate let me see the thread of fate
But he didn't teach me how to undo it.
I can foresee everything
But nothing can change,
There is only destiny,
Come in front of me."
So he was one of the Seven Heroes of Thebes, the prophet, Amphilaus. I didn't expect to become a Underworld Fighter.
I looked at him silently, watching him sing a sad song by the river.
"Poor thing,
Poor traitor,
I see your future,
A future as tragic as Oedipus.
You will betray your master,
You will hurt your companions,
You will destroy everything you protect.
I'm not your enemy
I don't want to be your enemy
I am the eternal prophet by the River Styx
To see everything,
But nothing can change,
The saddest prophet."
I listened quietly. When he finished singing, I shook my head firmly and said,
"Prophet Annphoaraus, you were once a hero in Greek mythology. Why are you so confused? Tens of thousands of years of torture have worn away everything about you. I, Saga, may have a sorrowful and dark destiny, but if this is my destiny, I am willing to betray, betray all destinies!”
Amphilaos walked in slowly, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life. He did not continue singing.
"Saga, look at me. He recalled what happened thirteen years ago. I was the one who predicted everything about you.”
What was that? The memories of the past were like wild horses that had lost their tracks, constantly hitting my heart. It was as if the sea had scattered, and the heaviest memories in his heart came back.
On that day, I was looking at the Aegean Sea sky. The wind-like sound of the harp sounded in the distance, and the song in shackles:
"You are like a god,
Laughing, dancing, dancing,
But he couldn't escape the shackles of fate.
You are like a god,
She put on her mask.
He raised his weapon.
The weapon that the gods mourned for.”
That person was wearing a cloak. He walked slowly towards me.
Listening to his singing, I felt a sense of sadness and desolation.
Just like the great Heracles, he could not escape the call of death in the end. Just like the kind Oedipus, he could not escape the misfortune of killing his father and marrying his mother in the end.
I carefully sized up this singer. I saw that the cloak on his body was in tatters. Deep inside the cloak, I could vaguely see a tired expression.
I couldn't bear it and called out to him,
"Beautiful singer, how many years have you wandered, how many places have you gone? Please go there to rest. There is water as sweet as milk, fat and tender lambs, juicy fruits, and warm and hospitable residents.”
When the singer heard this, not only was she not happy, but she knelt down and cried three times, laughed three times, and then said,"
"Oh divine Saga,
You have the kindest heart,
The most powerful force,
But you, you,
Can't escape, can't hide,
The curse of the Goddess of Fate.
I saw it, I saw it.
The godlike Saga,
He raised the flag of Extermination,
You make rivers of earth's blood
You let sorrow grow wings and fly all over the Aegean Sea.
The most respected person,
Will die by your hand,
The closest brother,
To be imprisoned by you,
My kindest friend,
You'll betray me
The most loyal subordinate,
I will be killed by you.
Saga, the god-like Saga,
I see your future, your future.”
"Nonsense!" Hearing his prophecy, I couldn't help but feel angry. I grabbed him and shouted,"I don't care what nonsense you're talking about! I am Saga, I will never hurt my companions and friends!”
"But this is your fate.”
"Fate? If this is fate, I am willing to betray, betray all fate!”……
A feeling of fear instantly spread throughout my entire body and grabbed me like a devil…So, I had met him thirteen years ago. It turned out that thirteen years ago, he had already prophesied about me. It turned out that thirteen years ago, I also said that I would betray fate.'So I can't escape fate…'
Yes, thirteen years ago, I tried my best to fight against fate. I even imprisoned Garen…
I am the only one who knows how much effort I have put in to resist this prophecy, to control myself from any temptation…
He even imitated Prometheus and locked himself on the cliff of the Caucasus, allowing the vicious eagles to peck at him…
Before entering the Stargazing Tower, he had bathed in the Holy Church again and again, hoping to drive away the evil in his heart...
But, but…everything that he predicted still happened!
"Saga, go to sleep, go to sleep. Fate has deprived you of the right to resist,
You've lost your god-like power!”
What Anfiaraus said was right. I have no power. What else can I do? Or, even if I gain power, will I cause more harm to my companions?
I looked at the River of Hate, Steckfern, and couldn't help but walk over.
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