As a self-proclaimed learned prince, a hero renowned for his eloquence, Odysseus had read about that era more than once.
The accounts within the text never skimped on excessive praise.
Of course, since it was deemed perfect, naturally there were skeptics.
Among all countries, there had been more than one question raised on how much of those ancient records were praise and how much was truth.
Like someone once said, since most skills in the world nowadays had their prototypes in that era.
Even the Golden Humanity invented the original literature and crafts, possessing talents unimaginable to future generations.
Why then did the gods create the subsequent Silver Generation, and even the Bronze Humanity and modern humans?
Perfect things should be preserved, not merely a smudge in history.
Odysseus could not answer these questions.
Because after all these years, it was the first time he heard residues from that era.
"Ruins of the Golden Age...So, which deity do they worship?"
