46 Languages, Dimensional Weapon and Flood

The next day.

The eternal sun in the sky, illuminating a divine island in a golden glow, assenting to otherworldly ethereality.

A few ragged sounds could suggest a symphony in this place. A place where chaos presents patterns, idle fantasy turns into fornication, and memories feign meaning.

This was a paradise. This was a utopia.

This was Delos.

A castle perched on a lush field, with white clouds splattered with gold pallets as a backdrop.

Inside the dreamy castle, Apollo emerged from the streaming bathtub, taking the towels and wrapping one around his naked and chiselled body while drying himself with another.

He stroked his wet hair with the towel as he walked out of his bathroom, his golden eyes brimming with energy.

He strode into his room, which was lit by the sun, shaded in gold and white. It was all books on wall-to-wall shelves. Plastered on the white wall were various complicated drawings and sketches of complicated structures, ranging from Black Hole Generator to Star-Killer to Dyson Sphere to Two-way Foil. There were several tables directly beneath the drawing, each with stacks of paper scribbled with precise theoretical notes and calculations required to bring mega-structures to life.

A small model of the solar system floated in the right corner of the room, alongside a drawing of a starry sky with numerous galaxies and constellations, including the territories of the alien civilizations, some of which spanned multiple galaxies.

A telescope was set up on a platform and extended outside to face the bright sky through a small hole in the ceiling. It was pointing to the Andromeda Galaxy, where Apollo had witnessed a galactic war between the famous shape-shifting species known as Skrulls and the maligned hive-mind race known as Harvesters. In the midst of their war, the entire Andromeda galaxy is practically ruined.

Many Andromeda refugees were flooding into nearby galaxies, including those ruled by the Gods. However, the council of Godheads had barred all entry, and those who tried to enter illegally were purged mercilessly. It was not only them who took that radical action; most Galactic Empires in their supercluster of galaxies implemented the same course of action. After all...

The universe has always been a cruel and uncaring void.

Apollo walked towards the table near the telescope, where his white chiton, Lumiere, was placed with a folded note on top of it.

He picked up the note and opened it.

"Cleaned it and added some new enchantments to make it look always fresh, new and bright, just the way you like it."

There was a smiling pictogram at the close, which almost resembled a smiley emoticon. But the note still didn't end there.

"Could you also keep an eye on the humans I've blessed with magic until I return? They truly have a dangerous amount of curiosity and a ridiculous lack of caution."

Apollo examined the note, an smile spreading across his lips. Then he stuck the note on the telescope's stand, grabbed the Chiton, and slowly wore it under the sun's glimmer.

The note was obviously from Hecate. She returned to Underworld to personally inform her mother about them and to prepare to move in with him.

It's already been two months since they started a relationship, yet for Apollo it felt like only a few sweet hours had passed. Maybe his divine perception of time is playing tricks on him, or he's just drunk in love.

Though they didn't spend the entire two months in complete debauchery, Hecate had begun to create her race, the Wizards.

Her beginnings were rocky, as some of the humans who accepted her blessings burst into blood and flesh, unable to contain her magic. Such cases were numerous.

But success was not without in the end of it. Hecate soon found suitable humans who were able to bear her magic, and began guiding them herself. Though Apollo advised her against this, she was adamant in her decision.

All in all, the first wizards were born in Trier, Greece.

Trier was the first settlement of humans. They chose to congregate around Delphi to honour him as their patron.

Last month, Apollo found time to name it, and he chose the name "Trier," which literally means "never giving up or losing hope in their action, no matter how hopeless and futile it may appear." He decided to name his first settlement after that word, as it truly embodies the spirit of humanity.

Trier, the first city-state of Europa, was born in the hope and light brought by Apollo.

And, he also did something that changed the entire history of humanity.

Languages. Humanity had already had numerous languages throughout the world, ruled by numerous pantheons. However, there was a striking problem with it all.

There were two types of developed languages: spoken languages and written languages. The reason for this distinction is that humans have yet to develop alphabets capable of translating spoken language into written language. This alone significantly hampered human civilization's advancement.

However, Apollo knew it would be invented very soon in a rising kingdom in the Eastern Mediterranean. It is the Phoenician alphabets that would provide symbols for sounds rather than phases.

It was one of the important turning points in history, as finally the written language could communicate with the spoken language.

This led the Phoenician Alphabets to become the source of almost all languages, including Greek and Latin, from which English was derived.

It was truly one of the most significant inventions in human history. After all, language is one of the foundations of civilization.

In light of all of this, Apollo decided to speed things up a little bit. It wasn't difficult for him to deduce the Phoenician Alphabets from his divinity of art and a simple divination into the future.

And he imparted the alphabets to humans in Trier, sending them down in the form of a divine miracle.

He also blessed the alphabets with his divinity of order, imbuing them with pattern and law, manipulating their development into different languages over time to follow the same course as the original history. Apollo didn't really want to completely mess up the entire history any more than it already was.

All in all, he introduced the alphabet, and this changed everything for humans.

For the first time in human history, any language could be written down according to its sound, allowing the people of the Europa and Mediterranean coastlines, including North Africa and the Middle East, to communicate using symbols on papyrus, parchment, wax, or pottery shards that could be spoken aloud. It finally removed the impediment to human development and established a firm foundation for the future of human global civilization. This also attracted the attention and resistance of gods who were against him, but Apollo didn't care about that, as they wouldn't be able to stop the inevitable development of humanity.

Then, in his honour, his believers named it the Apollonian alphabet, which would go on to become the "source" of nearly all future human languages.

And, unsurprisingly, Apollo gained divinity out of this.

It was language.

He had ascended to the position of God of Languages. This also confirmed his suspicions and educated guesses: the source was the key to everything.

Apollo tied the ends of his chitons and looked up at the blinding sun in the clear blue sky.

Sun. The First Star of the Cosmos was created by Lucifer Morningstar, the Lightbringer himself.

Apollo had already ascended to the position of Supreme God of the Sun after seizing a portion of Quetzalcoatl's control of the sun, making him equal to Ra and Amaterasu.

His curtain strength, as God of light, is near the galaxy level. Throughout the last year, he obviously didn't slack off in his conquering of beyond the realm of light. And if he included all of his authorities and divinities, his strength would get somewhat higher, almost achieving Galaxy Level, which should also be the level of power of Skyfather.

This was just his guess, based on the feeling he had that the gap between his father and him had nearly closed, and all that remained was a hurdle, a single great hurdle. And, war is on the horizon. Under his actions and choices, the entire Olympian Pantheon is gradually dividing into two sides.

But he wasn't overly worried because there was still time, plenty of time to be honest, before war actually broke out.

Apollo turned away from the sun and walked to the opposite side of the room. There were numerous drawings and designs of mega-structures and weapons plastered on the wall, with several tables directly beneath the drawings, each with stacks of paper scribbled with accurate notes and calculations.

It was time for him to get to work.

He retrieved the drawing and notes for two-way foil, walking towards his bed and sitting on it. A pen appeared in his hand with a wril of his fingers.

The shimmer of the sun brightened, morphing into a slew of complex and esoteric mathematical formulas and calculations swirling around his ethereal figure.

And Apollo continued to research Two-way Foil, his mind and hands working at breakneck speed, inferring and deducing information about this terrifying scientific weapon.

He'd been working on this for nearly six months, researching not only Two-Way Foil but Sci-Fi Megastructures like the Dyson Sphere and Black Hole Generator, as well as Super-Weapons like the Anti-Matter Bomb and Death Star.

He was able to do so thanks to his Divinity of Art. Creation is also an art. And with that, along with his divine mind, he started his research into science.

It would be a lie to say it wasn't difficult. He had only a basic understanding of science, physics, and mathematics in his previous life. Now he had deduced the rest himself, even deducing things that humanity had yet to discover in his previous life.

But the difficulties didn't waver his conviction in the least, and so he went at it guns blazing. As for why he was so interested in this? Simply put, he just enjoys creating things.

There were both successes and failures. At one point, a mountain of torn paper covered in scribbles and scrawls lay in his room. And his mother roared at him, ordering him to clean his room immediately.

However, even in all of this, the Two-Way foil was a challenge to him, dwarfing everything. This was a weapon from a dark sci-fi novel he had read in his previous life.

The Two-Way foil is a dimensional reduction weapon capable of reducing a three-dimensional world to a two-dimensional comic.

It is a terrifying weapon with little to no basis in known human science, as this is pure science fiction from the dark and insane mind of a author.

Despite the hopelessness of the situation, he did not give up, because a two-way foil can theoretically kill the immortal gods, and even...

Apollo shook his head at that last thought, shattering his fantasies. Then he concentrated solely on the agonisingly slow research into the dark and terrifying dimensional weapon.

Time ran away. The mathematical formulas and calculations floating around him became increasingly complex and complex, to the point where the very fabric of reality distorted under their presence.

It was a true mathematical horror.

The sunlight in the room was tinted orange at twilight. And Apollo's brows suddenly furrowed, and his flickering hand stood. He halted his research. With a frown, he looked up at the balcony, at the setting sun on the horizon.

A swath of dark and vengeful cloud formations began to imprint their mark on the clear-twilight sky, forming an abyss of stormy clouds, engulfing everything.

BOOM!

A flash of white lightning shattered the dark and ominous sky, symbolising the wrath of the Lord of the Sky.

"The Council convenes!" roared the sky.

Apollo immediately closed his eyes, doing a dream divination.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, rubbed his temples, and cursed. "Shit. The flood."

He sighed exasperatedly, contemplating the coming future. Then, he took his two-way foil research to the tables, returning it.

Just then, his room door swung open, and his sister burst in.

"Artemis…" Apollo grumbled. "How many times must I say this? Knock the fucking door."

"Sorry about that." Artemis spoke hastily, pointing to the abyssal storm. "So, what happened?"

Apollo snorted.

"Human ignorance and arrogance. A stupid mortal king attempted to put our father's omniscience to test. He killed and roasted the flesh of his own son, serving it to our father."