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Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Promise transmigrated to the TYPE-MOON world and became one of the students of Waver Velvet at the Clock Tower. But a dream must eventually come to an end. Upon waking from a night's sleep, he recalled his identity as a transmigrator and also discovered his golden finger. A Heroic Spirit Class Card. It can take Promise to different eras, and by leaving behind corresponding legends, he can ultimately ascend to the Throne of Heroes! He thus travelled to ancient Greek mythology and Norse mythology. Promise: "I heard after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes. What are you waiting for, come on, kill me!" (PS: This book is not a traditional simulator story; its content mainly revolves around the Age of Gods, hence the Age of Gods is a long narrative! I didn't use TYPE-MOON in the title as it was already too large) __________ Yup, this is a translation, coz why not? The credit goes to the original author, "It's Just Fate /Fate is just a book." Chinese name: 缘分而已 著 / 游戏竞技 And so, if the original author is reading this and wants me to remove it, then please leave a review below. Link: https://trxs.cc/tongren/8889.html Original: https://www.hbooker.com/chapter-list/100389372?arr_reverse=1 https://wap.ciweimao.com/book/100389372 ......... For advance chapters join my Patreon .. patreon.com/abhi28

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Hera's Vow, A Grand Wedding Witnessed by the Gods!

The first divine painting was of Hera.

Because this ancient Greek goddess of highest honor was the goddess Promise chose to worship.

This was also a promise he had made to Hera long ago.

It also became an invisible bond for Promise.

He had actually finished painting it early,

The twelve main gods of Olympus, like the moon goddess Artemis, the god of light Apollo, the underworld king Hades, and the goddess of agriculture Demeter, were all depicted.

Even before Promise himself realized it, he had already completed them.

The content of his paintings was everything he had done so far.

What he had achieved or rewritten.

Although Promise hadn't realized it, the gods were very aware, for these were paintings of gods; they couldn't possibly not know.

And if they didn't approve, how could they appear?

Therefore, knowing that Promise was going to paint Hera, the gods who understood what this represented gathered here.

In the sacred garden created by the goddesses Persephone and Demeter under the full moon's illumination, they witnessed the birth of six paintings.

And Hephaestus, the only one not present here, had already had her maid doll, Miss Puppet, push ger in a wooden wheelchair to the outside of the temple.

From a distance, she watched Promise at this moment and showed a gentle smile.

Those six paintings fell into the boy's hands and then vanished before him.

But Promise felt that whenever he needed, he could reach into the sky and pull out any painting he desired.

Because the brush was built by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, using the remnants of Uranus, who was the first god king and king of gods in ancient Greek mythology, and the deification of the sky.

That was why Hephaestus only made a brush for Promise, but did not make a canvas or an album for storing paintings.

The sky was both Promise's canvas and his album.

"Congratulations, my child." Hera said with a smile, tenderly watching the boy bathed in the moon's indulgent light.

As he depicted the deities and witnessed all this, Promise's emerald eyes shone like stars, bright and dazzling.

"Thank you." Coming back to his senses and looking at the goddess before him, he also smiled and said, "Thank you, esteemed goddess, for allowing me to be your follower. I am sincerely grateful; it is my fortune."

Looking at the scene before him, hearing what Promise said,

The expressions of the gods varied.

Gods like Hades and Hermes didn't feel much; they just thought the scenery was nice and gave a knowing smile.

But for the goddess of wisdom and the goddess of agriculture, Demeter...

"Look, Athena, showing such unhappiness at this time isn't very becoming," said Hestia, the eldest of the gods, with pink hair and purple eyes, amused as she looked at the goddess pouting beside her, her face clearly unhappy.

"Hmph, Hera merely picked up a bargain. I've done much more than her... Damn, had I known from Clotho that Promise could also bring me glory, I should have acted sooner to seize it!"

Athena did not hide her dissatisfaction at all tonight, as if she had thrown away all the wisdom in her head.

She gritted her teeth and spoke sourly in front of the gods.

Given that even Hera had fully understood from the recent paintings that Promise would never casually change his faith, how could Athena not know?

The words of Athena naturally amused gods like Hestia.

But what about Clotho, Demeter, and even the quiet goddess of justice Themis...

The second sister Lachesis, who was holding Clotho's hand, squatted down and pinched Clotho's equally puffed up cheeks in a funny way.

And Themis, to witness this moment, once again removed the white cloth from her face, revealing her sky-blue eyes, then silently covered her eyes with the cloth again.

Demeter, grabbing Persephone's hand, seriously said to her, "Daughter, I see you have a good relationship with that boy Promise. Look, you go and talk with Hades, just help me take Promise away from Hera.

Wherever you go in the future, no matter how long, I won't bother you anymore!"

"...Mother goddess, you really are my good mother!" Persephone responded, rolling her eyes wildly at her.

"Apollo, I want it!" Artemis, no longer caring about Atalanta, with her most devout follower right beside her; she grabbed Apollo's arm and shook it frantically: "I want him, I want Promise, I just want Promise!"

"Artemis, calm down, and... I want it too." Apollo said helplessly.

At this moment, Atalanta, surprisingly, did not react to their words because, being merely human, she was now completely absorbed into Promise's paintings, just as she had initially been captivated by the depiction of Pegasus.

Medea, hanging on her teacher Hecate, was also immersed in Promise's paintings.

She had been nearly scared silly by the arrival of the gods... after all, in the ancient Greek divine era, most people deeply respected and revered the gods.

And such a massive gathering of gods was very rare even in the entirety of Greek mythology.

Thus, the only two humans there had simultaneously entered into Promise's paintings.

They wandered within those six paintings, witnessing everything Promise had done so far.

Until the gods beside them thought it was about enough and woke them.

"How about it?"

Then, the goddess of the road, Hecate, smilingly looked at her beloved disciple and asked, "Do you know what kind of person he is now?"

Medea, coming back to her senses, blinked blankly at Hecate.

Clearly, she hadn't fully recovered.

Atalanta's condition wasn't much better either.

At this moment, Athena, who was in a bad mood, suddenly turned to glance at Medea and then at Hecate.

Those golden eyes, representing absolute wisdom, seemed to see through something; thus, she didn't say much about their arrival.

Then she looked around, reached out, and grabbed Hermes, who was happily enjoying the scene.

Looking at Hermes, who was puzzledly staring at her, Athena flashed a radiant smile and said, "Hermes, let's chat, shall we?"

Saying this, Athena unexpectedly raised her spear and lifted her shield.

Hermes was taken aback, his eyes widening as he said, "Wait, Athena, we were just comrades in battle!"

"That was then, this is now, don't run, stay put!"

With that, Athena chased after Hermes as he turned to run.

Today, if she didn't vent, she knew that the next time she saw Promise, she would be abnormal, as the fire of jealousy was almost burning away her reason!

In fact, the main thing was, Athena believed that initially, she was only a step away from capturing Promise.

In the matter with Jason, if she had intervened, there would have been no room for Hera.

But at that time, Athena found it amusing, so she chose to wait and watch; and now... the regret in her heart!

Just as she raised her spear and charged at Hermes without a second word, Hera, covering her mouth with her hand slightly, couldn't help but chuckle.

But she could only laugh now; if she discovered that her paradise and the golden apple sacred tree were nearly stripped bare by these two unscrupulous beings...

Hera knew that the gods were watching nearby, as they never really thought to hide, especially when all six of Promise's paintings appeared.

They were just short of coming directly over and crowding around the boy.

So, Hera naturally saw everything.

Having been frustrated for so long, she felt genuinely refreshed for the first time.

"Goddess Hera, what's happening?" Following Hera's gaze, Promise, who was puzzled, looked around but saw nothing, and naturally felt confused.

He was also puzzled about the surroundings,

It was barren just a moment ago; how did it suddenly become so beautiful?

Actually, this was not the first time; whenever Promise focused on something, especially painting, he had more than once ignored everything around him, completely immersed in his own activities.

"It's nothing, child, I'm just too happy," Hera said with a smile, her beautiful amber eyes reflecting the moonlit youth in front of her, "And child, you... you've grown taller."

Hera said this, originally intending to pat Promise's head, but found that she couldn't reach him even on tiptoes.

And on the Heroic Spirit job card, the one originally sixteen years old was now seventeen.

Unknowingly more than a year had passed, after experiencing so much and having already depicted six paintings,

Most of the childishness that he had when he first came down the mountain had faded from his face.

He had now transformed from cute to handsome.

Added to this was the accumulation of experiences thus far, adorned with an almost innate poet and painter's temperament.

This made Hera, gazing at him, couldn't help but exclaim, "My child, you are so outstanding, is there really a woman in this world who can match you?"

Hearing this, just as Promise was about to say something with a smile.

"It's decided!" Hera's eyes lit up as if she suddenly thought of something, and she made up her mind.

At this moment, Athena, as if she knew what she was going to do, stopped chasing Hermes and turned her head to look over.

Outside the temple, Hephaestus, who was about to return to the temple, stopped her servant and looked over here again.

"Promise, let's make a vow too!" Hera smiled, her face showing an unusually brilliant smile because of the thought that flashed through her mind.

She actually wanted to make a promise with him a long time ago.

When it came to the matter of Demeter and Persephone, Hera had always been extremely jealous when she saw Athena, Themis, and Clotho stand up one after another.

Therefore, at this moment, before Promise could react, Hera swore to him directly: "I swear in the name of Hera, the Queen of the Olympian Gods!"

"I will promise my most beloved believer to hold a wedding that will be attended by all the gods and will be the grandest in the world."

"And his wife will be the most beautiful person on this word or the most virtuous person among the goddesses, because only this kind of person can be worthy of my most lovely believer!"

After saying this, looking at the completely dumbfounded person standing there staring blankly at her, Hera actually raised her head somewhat proudly and said softly, "Don't worry, child, I will definitely find a woman who is worthy of you.

And let all the gods participate in your wedding and bless you!"

By the time, she had finished speaking and the oath was completed, the scene turned quiet, unusually quiet.

Athena did not chase Hermes anymore, but recalling everything about Promise so far, her beautiful golden eyes blinked, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

As for in the distant Temple of Hephaestus,

The goddess sitting in a wheelchair, who looked 70% similar to Hera and was the only one who knew the truth about "marriage" from the boy himself, smiled,

She laughed very happily.

Because Hephaestus understood that at this moment, a crack had finally appeared in the belief that would never change.

Regardless of whether it was her or gods like Athena, once they noticed this crack, they would never let go of this only chance!

"Mother goddess, mother goddess, all I can say is... truly befitting of you!"

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