In one of the house's rooms, after everyone went to their respective rooms.
Godwyn removed the plastic sheet covering the bed and lay on it with a satisfied look. It had been months since he last slept in a bed; now he could finally sleep comfortably.
However, he soon showed a solemn expression. He picked up Mimir's head and looked at him seriously. "I want to know how I become a god." Godwyn asked with a calm gaze.
Mimir looked at the boy and almost immediately knew what he wanted to do. However, he did not stop Godwyn from following the path he chose to take.
"There are two ways to become a god." Mimir spoke with a solemn tone. This was knowledge that was strictly forbidden from being spread among mortals. The reason was obvious: never underestimate humanity's greed.
But Mimir didn't care. In his eyes, knowledge was everyone's right, perhaps that's why Odin hated him so much. "One is to inherit the Divine Position of a Pantheon. This is easier if you are the son of a God King."
Godwyn knew about this option and dismissed it without a second thought. Ask Odin? He'd rather kill himself than beg Odin for anything. Besides, Odin would never give him a divine position; the old man wanted to kill him more than anything in the world.
"The second is to be recognized by the Supreme Will of the Cosmos. The Mortal in question will be rewarded with a Divine Position." Mimir spoke, looking at Godwyn with a confident gaze. He felt that the boy would be the first demigod to be recognized by the Supreme Will of the Cosmos.
"How do I do that?" Although he understood Mimir's words, the word 'recognition' was very broad and infinite. Godwyn didn't want to take a more difficult path just out of pride or ego.
"A great deed." Mimir spoke with a smile. "Perform a great deed, leave your name in the annals of history."
"Like the deeds of demigod heroes?" Godwyn frowned and asked confusedly. He had already prevented Ragnarok once, but even so, he was not recognized by the Supreme Will as Mimir had said.
"I'm not talking about those deeds, but about deeds that can benefit the universe." Mimir answered Godwyn's doubts with a smile.
A look of realization appeared on Godwyn's face. He saw a path forward with Mimir's words.
"Mimir, thank you." Godwyn spoke with all the sincerity he possessed. He had no idea how much this talking head of a god had helped him. He would probably spend years, perhaps decades, looking for an answer to his doubts. But Mimir saved him a lot of lost time.
"There is another way, to usurp the Divine Position. This would make you a Blasphemer." Mimir added in a calm tone, looking at the boy with a helpless gaze. Both paths were difficult. There had never been a mortal killing a God. This was such a bold, insane idea that it didn't even appear in the minds of the gods themselves.
"Godwyn, the Blasphemer." Godwyn stroked his chin and smiled, seemingly pleased with the future epithet.
"What do you want to do?" Mimir asked curiously. He really wanted to see how far Godwyn could go at the end of the path he was taking.
"First usurp a Divine Position, then create a Pantheon." Godwyn said in a casual tone, but his words made Mimir widen his one remaining eye.
He estimated that Godwyn's plan was bold, but never in his wildest thoughts did he imagine that the boy had such insane ambition.
Extending his hand forward, Godwyn showed a solemn expression and spoke in a deep tone. "Mimir, I invite you to be the first member of my Pantheon. I want to build a world where there is truly an order, my Golden Order."
Looking at his outstretched hand, Mimir showed a complex expression. He seemed to see Oberon inviting him to his Divine Court. Like Oberon, Godwyn had the same charisma that made you dream you could do anything by his side.
However, feeling his head boiling with emotion and excitement, a helpless expression appeared on Mimir's aged face. Letting out a long sigh, he said. "I am old, but I am still boiling with emotion like an ambitious young man."
Godwyn smiled brightly; he said in a gentle tone. "This shows that you are alive and yearn for a better world!"
Mimir looked at Godwyn; even though it was night, it seemed that the boy was shining brighter than the sun.
However, seeing his hand still outstretched, waiting to be shaken, firming their oath, Mimir replied with an amused tone: "You ignorant brat, I have no hands."
"I didn't ask you to shake my hand; the handshake is a symbol." Godwyn chuckled and laughed. "Of greeting, negotiation, and oath."
"Just like the gods, it's a concept."
Mimir sighed and replied with a smile. "I accept, Godwyn. I will be the first member of your Pantheon."
The God of Knowledge did not feel that he would regret his choice; Godwyn was worthy enough for him to risk his own life. He really wanted to see the boy's dream come true.
But Mimir felt no change in his Divine Position when he agreed to join his Pantheon. He knew that Godwyn didn't have a pantheon, so it was normal for him not to have received a Divine Position.
However, Mimir felt a bond that he knew well.
A bond between king and vassal. This made Mimir confirm his assumption. Godwyn had the destiny to usurp the God King's Throne; only a being like that could create such a bond with other gods.
God Kings were the most special beings in the cosmos; no other God could usurp the God King's Divine Throne. But, as everything in the universe was not exactly 100%, there was a variable.
A variable that every God King feared and would desperately try to kill, but would ultimately fail in the end, as fate had written it.
These beings were known as Usurpers, who had the destiny to replace a God King. Zeus was once one, Odin was once one, Amon-Ra was once one, Amaterasu was once one.
In all pantheons, Zeus was the clear example of this, being the Third Generation of Greek God Kings. The man even killed his own wife with the child inside her womb because he felt that the boy would be the Fourth Generation of Greek God Kings.
But there had never been a Demigod Usurper.
Godwyn was the first.
Godwyn didn't know Mimir's thoughts; if he did, he would just laugh and not care. He controlled his own destiny; not even ugly old women weaving threads would control his destiny. If they dared, he would kill them!
Looking at Mimir, the first member of his Pantheon, Godwyn felt that he was full of hope for the future. Even if it was a risky path, full of the possibility of dying, he would not regret it, because he would be fighting to fulfill his selfish dreams.
Godwyn didn't know, but there was a pair of stormy gray eyes looking at him through the crack in the door. Mimir had noticed, but said nothing and remained indifferent to the seven-year-old girl's gaze.
Annabeth, who wanted to talk to Godwyn about many things, looked at the scene before her with wide eyes. She didn't quite understand what was happening before her, but she felt it was something extraordinary.
She wanted to enter the room, join the Pantheon Godwyn was talking about, but she was hesitant. In the end, the seven-year-old girl retreated and returned to the room she shared with Thalia.
However, the scene of the previous events repeated in her mind again and again. Annabeth felt she would never forget what she had just seen. She didn't know, but she had just witnessed the creation of the terrorist group that would scare the gods years later.
Noticing the girl's gaze disappearing, Mimir laughed and didn't tell Godwyn. Since he had chosen to join Godwyn's Pantheon, he had to recruit more members; demigods were the most suitable for the role, especially modern demigods who had high morals and character.
"Godwyn, I haven't asked, but what will be the name of the Pantheon?" Mimir asked curiously. Usually a Pantheon referred to a group of gods from a region. But that was not the case for Godwyn's Pantheon.
Godwyn didn't hesitate to answer. "We will be based on the Golden Rule."
Mimir immediately understood Godwyn's words. In short and logically, the Golden Rule is the maxim of reciprocity according to which one should treat others as one would like to be treated by them ("Do unto others as you would have them do unto you").
"We will be called the Golden Order." Godwyn spoke the name of the Pantheon with a smile on his face.
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