Chapter 130: Taking Mama to Northern Europe
Tiamat truly did know, just as Rowe had guessed.
As one of the Mesopotamian primordial creation gods, she had encountered the machina gods of Atlantis long ago.
But it was not Zeus.
Not even Cronus.
It was Uranus.
Uranus was the primordial sky god in Greek myth. Yet just like the two generations that followed him, he was also a machina god, a first generation machine body created by Chaos.
That was only natural. The Greek mythology of this world was not an indigenous local myth. It was the mythology of a civilization that had crossed the ocean, the Atlantis civilization from beyond the Atlantic.
From Chaos to Uranus, to Cronus, to Zeus, they were all the same at their root.
In Tiamat's memory, before she was betrayed, ambushed, and driven out by the gods of Mesopotamia, she had allied with other primordial gods from various regions. Together, they fought the machina gods who had only just descended and manifested, trying to transform Earth into a cradle for rebuilding an extraterrestrial civilization.
"Aaaaaa…" Tiamat's voice trembled the moment the topic surfaced.
The Mesopotamian Mother Goddess became visibly sorrowful.
Because it was precisely due to that war, and the heavy losses she suffered against the first generation machina gods, that the gods of the Mesopotamian plain dared to conceive the idea of ambushing her. That was the beginning of betrayal.
And it was also because of that resistance that those extraterrestrial machina gods were halted at the shores of the Atlantic, unable to seize complete control of the entire Earth.
"Do not be sad." Seeing her grief, Rowe could not help but comfort her. "I already killed all of them. Consider it revenge on your behalf."
Tiamat stopped smiling.
She rubbed at her slightly dry, star bright eyes and looked at him, quietly, as if she were trying to confirm he was truly here.
"…Thank you." Her voice was soft, careful, and then she smiled again. "Rowe."
Rowe froze.
Thank you, Rowe.
Those were the first human words Tiamat ever learned.
"I should be the one thanking you for saving me," Rowe replied, a little insincerely.
Tiamat could not tell the difference. She was simply happy.
Then she began to recount her experiences, and the structure of Atlantis as she understood it.
"Their civilization, in essence, is a whole composed of countless individuals, from top to bottom, from the Mother Ship to the various starships…"
"And its core is the Spark (Seed)."
"The concept of the Spark is inheritance, and the essence of inheritance is civilization."
In other words, if Rowe wanted to escape his current state, dead yet not gone, he had to create a civilization and dilute the Spark's power.
He had to create his own kin.
"Is that so…" Rowe murmured, falling into thought.
Tiamat quietly sat beside him.
She leaned forward slightly. Her full chest pressed together. Her slender waist curved back. Her rounded hips rested on the solidified black mud, legs crossed and squeezed into a compact, duck like sitting posture.
She did not disturb him.
She looked obedient, and only when Rowe finally came back to himself did she smile again.
"Thank you, Mother Goddess Tiamat." This time, Rowe's gratitude was sincere. She had helped him immensely. "I already know what to do."
Tiamat waved her hand.
"No… need."
Rowe simply smiled.
He truly did know what to do.
To spread civilization, he needed his own people, and ideally, a world that still had room to breathe, a world where "freedom" had not been completely domesticated by the gods.
Norse fit perfectly.
There, he had the Titan Giants he had once commanded.
They were muddled, yes. But even in confusion, self awareness could be born. Consciousness could emerge. Civilization could be kindled.
And there was something that fit even better.
The giants at the very bottom of the World Tree were, in a sense, also dead.
Whether the giants of Norse or the Titans of Greece, they were all shadows of the world's past.
Rowe, in his current state, was also dead.
So long as he accepted them as kin, so long as he led them to break past their limits, he too could turn death into life.
A propagator of civilization could not remain a dead man forever.
"I never thought that I, who used to wish for death so often, would fall so far that I have to think about how to live."
Perhaps that was what serendipity truly was. A cruel joke that still insisted on being called fate.
Rowe explained his plan to Tiamat fully.
Then he received her reply.
"I can help you."
"I can help you return to the world. I can take you to Norse."
This was the concrete form of a desire she had carried for a long time, ever since Zeus took Rowe away from her. She had been searching for him. Now that he was here, that longing became action.
She had glimpsed the rules linking Imaginary Number Space to the real world.
She knew how to go.
She knew how to open a passage.
"Coincidentally, I wanted to say the same thing." Rowe smiled. "Mother Goddess Tiamat, do you wish to leave here and return to the real world?"
Tiamat tilted her head.
"Of course, I do."
"Good, then." Rowe extended his hand. "Do not resist. It will be instantaneous."
Tiamat was puzzled, but she believed Rowe would not deceive her.
So she nodded, watching him closely.
His body swelled and expanded.
The flowing robes receded, the smooth human form turning cold and sturdy, transforming into a machine.
The darkness in his eyes became two brilliant lights.
Rowe, the machina god, manifested within Imaginary Number Space.
It was a colossal body, no less magnificent than the Mother Goddess's true form.
And this time, it was his turn to bend down and hold Tiamat in his palm.
"Aaaaa?" Tiamat was both surprised and delighted.
It was the joy of watching a child grow up.
Rowe brought her into the heart of his machine body, into the Spark (Seed) bestowed by Chaos.
That Spark was linked to Tartarus, which Rowe had devoured.
Tiamat gazed at the primordial furnace environment around her. She was stunned for a moment.
Then comfort appeared in her eyes, like a fish returning to water.
The primordial Mother Goddess returning to a primordial environment.
A perfect fit.
Inside, she did not need to fear the impact her own existence might have on the outside world.
Rowe, meanwhile, could logically bring her into the present world.
Even if he still could not personally set foot there, even if he could not continuously feel the outside, at least when Rowe manifested as a machina god, she could gaze upon the world's scenery.
She could finally stop staring at the unchanging void in solitude.
And for Rowe, it meant carrying a primordial goddess as a living reservoir of knowledge.
"Let's go." Rowe's machine body vibrated as he spoke.
"Let's… go." Tiamat stared at the view ahead, like a Gundam pilot staring through a cockpit window.
She pointed out where to exit if they wanted to reach Norse directly.
She opened the path to the real world for Rowe.
Light appeared in Imaginary Number Space.
A point of flowing brilliance burst into being.
On the other side of that light were mixed landscapes.
The prosperous Midgard where humans lived.
The magnificent Asgard where the gods resided.
And the deep, dark realm of death.
It was the Nine Realms of Norse.
Nine worlds stacked from bottom to top.
Within them, a giant tree pierced time and space, linking all Nine Realms together.
Rowe took a step forward.
And fell toward the world of Norse.
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