The Greece Antagonist

Cornwall, in the south,

A young girl dressed in a linen robe stands on the lush grass, holding a three-foot-long wooden sword, tirelessly swinging it under the faint morning light, diligently honing her swordsmanship.

Her snow-white skin gleams with a pearly luster, exuding an otherworldly beauty. Her golden hair, like molten gold from the first ray of dawn, is tied at the back in a neat knightly manner, imparting a masculine vigor that makes one overlook her original gender. Yet, two strands of hair fall gently across her forehead, hinting at her youthful innocence.

Her brows arch like a drawn sword poised to strike, while her green eyes are like an emerald forest washed by a storm, the edges of her irises flow with gold patterns, as if sealing the brilliance of a dragon's bloodline. However, a tuft of unruly golden hair atop her head flutters in the wind, betraying a hint of immature innocence that completely disrupts this aura of majesty.

Nevertheless, the focused young girl pays no attention to this, continuously swinging her sword while silently counting in her heart.

"997...998...999..."

However, just as she's about to complete her goal of a thousand swings for the day, a lazy chuckle rings out:

"Is this what you call swordsmanship?"

"Who? Come out!"

Startled, the girl glances around.

The clear sky is vast and blue, warm sunlight bathes the land, a breeze carrying the scent of earth gently blows, and the lush greenery undulates like waves.

Everything is as usual.

"Above you."

The lazy voice resounds again, and the girl instinctively looks upwards.

A white figure is lounging on a tree branch, waving cheerfully in greeting.

His features are imbued with star-like splendor, silver-white hair cascades like molten moonlight down to his waist, the tips gradually turning into a violet mist, with a gesture creating a halo as night cherry blossoms fall. His eyes carry the mystery of an eternal dusk, his left pupil is like amber soaked in nectar, while his right pupil is a deep indigo starry sky under a lake, and at the end of his eyes are rose-tinted markings resembling magic runes formed by a blood bead pierced by rose thorns.

His snow-colored robes flow with a nacre glow, the collar drapes with three silver buttons in the shape of crystal orchids, the wide sleeves reveal the inner lining of iridescent brocade, with folds hiding constantly flowing Lun Runes.

This guise perfectly melds the solemnity of the Divine Era with the mischief of a child, each fold concealing an indescribable demon nature beauty.

It makes one want to get closer, yet can't help but want to... punch him!

The girl shakes her head, driving away that strange thought.

Then, clutching the wooden sword in her hand, she warily looks at the man in the tree:

"Who are you?"

"A passing, warm-hearted big brother, you can call me Merlin."

The voice has a playful undertone yet doesn't lose its warmth, though it hints at a slight frivolousness.

And the speaking Merlin, or rather Luo En, gracefully jumps down from the tree, elegantly examining the girl in front of him

— or, in other words, the newly reborn Celtic Origin Goddess Danu.

Ever since the divine war that erupted in the Sea of Chaos ended, the Three Lake Fairies have been troubled by something:

Although before the Celtic God Era was about to collapse, they successfully cultivated the Great Mother Goddess Danu with the combined power of the entire Danu Divine Race and the whole Divine Era.

But she is incomplete, missing two crucial elements

— emotion and intellect.

These are essential parts of the soul.

In other words, their Mother Goddess is now just a hollow shell with power but no soul.

It makes sense when you think about it.

The Origin Goddess Danu had long fallen, and though the Three Lake Fairies had the fortune to collect this Mother Goddess's bloodline and divinity, the Rebirth Secret Ceremony of the Danu Divine Race could only reshape the body, unable to recreate the soul.

Especially the soul of an Origin Goddess.

Hence, even with the crisis averted and the Celtic God Era reshaped, their Mother Goddess Danu still cannot take that step to become a true Origin Goddess.

After such sacrifice and effort, to yield only this result, naturally, the Three Lake Fairies could not accept it.

So, they turned to Luo En for help, hoping that this partner who had ventured furthest on the divine path could find a solution to their dilemma.

After thinking it over, Luo En proposed a suggestion:

They could send this Mother of Origin into the Mortal World, to walk a segment of life again, through various trials and realizations, thereby nurturing a soul compatible with the Divine Body.

However, there are three complications.

First, Danu's strength is too overwhelming; even if she's tossed into the Mortal World, facing any problem, she could easily solve it with a single strike, making the exercises ineffective;

Second, the Celtic God Era has already been rebuilt, now in a period of stable development, without any significant adversaries or challenges to serve as Danu's stepping stones for self-awakening. You can't exactly throw the entire Celtic God Era into chaos just to cultivate a new soul within Danu, can you?

Third, the connections between divine eras grow increasingly frequent, with divine wars possibly erupting at any time. They don't have ample time to wait for this Mother of Origin to live through her unknown-length life journey in reality, gradually awakening her consciousness...

Therefore, Luo En had a sudden inspiration and thought of an excellent trial ground

— the Dream Realm!

Saying it's the Dream Realm, it could also be considered another type of reality crafted by him and the Three Lake Fairies.

The death law of the Celtic God Era is not complete; a few souls linger in the Immortal Realm, while most of the remnants of faint will return to the Inner Sea of Stars beneath Avalon Island, beginning a new cycle.