Heaven
Hermes appears in the Hall of Infinite Mirrors, his winged sandals sparking against the marble. Before him, a massive celestial map pulsed—a thin red thread connecting to the other galaxies, each thread glowing with divine jurisdiction.
He jabbed a finger at a flickering star in the lower quadrant. "There. The brat is hiding here. And he is in the worst spot to take care off"
The star's label shimmered:
[Realm: Eorthe (Class-12 Mortal Sphere | Ruling Deity: The Weaver of Fates)]
Artemis, lounging on a moonbeam, grunted. "Eorthe? That backwater? No wonder Zeus couldn't sense him."
Hermes rolled his eyes and ignored her. "I need a portal. Now."
Artemis tossed an apple core at the map. "You know the rules. No god-stomping in a realm without its local deity's permission. Even Zeus wouldn't—"
"—Zeus doesn't know," Hermes hissed.
Hermes with to the Divine Bureaucracy in the Weaver of Fate's temple.
The Weaver of Fates' temple was… a gatehouse. Ivy choked the walls, and a spinning wheel creaked on the porch. A gnome in a frayed robe squinted at Hermes.
"Appointment?"
Hermes' eye twitched in annoyance. "I'm the God of Messengers. I don't make appointments."
The gnome licked his quill. "Rule 42-C: All divine inquiries require a Form 16-B, triplicate, blood-signed by—"
"The seal is CRACKING," Hermes snapped. "The Monster! Is in your realm! A 15-year-old boy, make his move towards here!"
The gnome doesn't trust in what he's saying. "Do you have evidence that what you are saying is true?"
He said it nonchalantly. "In The Weaver's Rule: Any pranks or trickery would be fined with 500 million angle dust, especially if you Loki. And even if you do have evidence, you would need to follow this term. The Weaver's terms: No direct intervention. No divine messages. And absolutely no lightning bolts."
Hermes stared. "That's it?"
The gnome shrugged. "She's a… hands-off deity. Says mortals lived on 'organic growth.'"
Meanwhile when Hermes returned.
Zeus thunderclap shook the heavens. "YOU LOST THE HIM?!"
Hermes hologram flickered. "Not lost. He's in Eorthe. But the Weaver—"
"—is a spineless loom-spinner!" Zeus crushed a wineglass. "Fine. Burn the rules. And send Theos, they won't know him if he's a strong god"
Hermes hesitated. "Theos?"
Zeus grinned, lightning crackling in his beard. "He will do it for me."
The unspoken "we'll blame the Weaver" hung in the air.
Hermes questioned, "But this would take at least 3 months and 8 days."
Zeus Angry "Just Do It!!"
Hermes panics. "Y-Yes, Father," cutting off the connection. "This going to take a while." While he groans in his full schedule.
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At the T'reo Academy
"Are You Ready!"
A dungeon rise up from the ground 200 hundred students including our Mc entered into the dungeon.
After entering our Mc was transported in to an Icy Tundra, the Mc gut a message in his talisman that his goal is to defeat a Ice Ogre.