Oliver remembered, it was the prophecy left by the World-Bearing Titan Kephale after his death.
It was the future fate theme of Amphoreus, the Journey of Fire Chasing.
He clearly remembered that Kephale's death should have been ten years ago, on the day Mortis fell off the cliff.
"It seems my appearance has caused some subtle changes. Or perhaps this script isn't following the game's plot."
He couldn't quite figure it out at the moment.
He then heard Tribios muttering, "Overthrow the gods—/Return the kindling—"
"—"
"Many shall part from one, but that one shall witness miracles—only one shall live to the end, to witness 'Re-Creation'."
Indeed, it was time for Tribios to acquire the authority of the Gateway.
Oliver pondered his next steps in his mind.
Perhaps, making Tribios a demigod was the key to completing the script.
In any case, making Tribios powerful was always good.
"Brother Oliver, I'll tell you a secret."
Tribios eagerly wanted to tell Oliver the prophecy she had heard.
However, Oliver preemptively took her hand and said, "Let's go, find Janus, and get the kindling for the Gateway."
"You already know everything?"
Tribios's eyes widened.
A slight disappointment welled up in her heart; she had wanted to see Oliver's surprised expression. Returning to the Temple of the Three Fates, Mortis had been waiting for a long time.
She naturally understood the oracle of the World-Bearing Titan and guessed that given Oliver's personality, he would definitely return immediately.
So she personally came to the entrance to wait.
As she expected, Oliver and Tribios soon appeared before her.
Mortis took her daughter's hand, her voice gentle, "My child, you have grown up, and it is time for you to succeed me. Go find Janus, and after that, you will become the new Oracle Saintess of City of Janus."
Tribios nodded firmly and entered the temple alone.
In the original plot, if the young Tribios had snuck in to get the kindling, she would have been discovered by the Guards and chased down as a blasphemous traitor.
Now it was different; Mortis was the ruler of the Holy City, and Oliver was a Divine Envoy.
Tribios's status here was second only to them, above tens of thousands.
"Please, you must protect her."
Suddenly, Mortis gently embraced Oliver, her hands resting on his back. "I can see that her feelings for you are just like mine—that's why she has never called you 'father' all these years. If you are willing to accept her, please take good care of her."
Oliver held the delicate red-haired beauty and hummed in acknowledgment.
He was not surprised by this development.
The reason humans have age ethics is because of their short lifespans.
As the saying goes, 'You were born before I was, and by the time I was born, you were already old.'
But for long-lived species, there is no such regret; emotional changes are the norm, and one just gets used to it.
A long time passed.
Tribios finally emerged.
She held a Fire Seed in her hand.
It was a crystal radiating flames, engraved with the totem of the Path Titan.
"Next, I need to go to the Gate of Myriad Paths. Only by passing through that gate can I fully grasp the authority of the Path."
Tribios looked at Oliver and asked, "Will you accompany me?"
Her expression was somewhat complex, clearly troubled.
"Of course." Oliver nodded and, without another word, took Tribios's hand and left.
Along the way, Tribios kept stealing glances at Oliver's face.
She was constantly recalling her conversation with Janus just now.
[Janus: 'He who guides the world, his soul shall surely be led astray and shattered into a thousand fragments, like glass thrown to the ground...' Tribios: 'That suits me perfectly. This is destined to be a long journey, and with a thousand selves as companions, I will never be lonely. Besides, I still have my mother and him.']
The prophecy of fate thus revealed to Tribios—'You shall be shattered into a thousand pieces, live eternally, and be separated from your beloved.'
Shattering into pieces was one thing, but the phrase 'separated from your beloved' made her very worried.
She felt that this prophecy was saying that Oliver would separate from her—soon, the Gate of Myriad Paths arrived.
Oliver saw the enormous stone gate, towering into the clouds, from afar.
Legend has it that Janus created it to communicate with the world, and a Titan creation, Janus's Dog, guarded it.
"It's time to fulfill the promise so soon."
Oliver commented out of nowhere.
Tribios tilted her head. "Promise?"
"When you were eight, you gave me a family photo. I said that when you grew up, I would grant you eternal life. Now, you have grown taller, matured, and are very beautiful; you can now receive the Blessing of Abundance."
Oliver extended his hand towards Tribios, green fluorescence swirling around his fingertips.
"If I accept the blessing, will you leave me?"
Tribios took a step back and asked.
Oliver was stunned. Seeing her expression, if he answered that he would leave, she would probably refuse eternal life.
"Haha, of course not. If you don't accept Abundance, you'll be prone to death. It would be you leaving me, not the other way around."
Hearing this, Tribios immediately understood.
She took a step forward and actively pressed her forehead against Oliver's fingertips.
She accepted that Blessing of Abundance.
Thus, the eternal life mentioned in the Titan prophecy came true.
Tribios hugged Oliver tightly, burying her head in his chest.
"If I shatter into a thousand pieces and am no longer me, will you still like me?"
"Then I will like a thousand of you."
Oliver stroked her head, comforting her gently.
Tribios looked up, meeting Oliver's deep eyes.
After three seconds.
She gently stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Oliver's.
Then she broke free from Oliver's embrace and ran towards the Gate of Myriad Paths, holding the Fire Seed and passing directly through it.
Oliver stood frozen, raising a hand to touch his lips.
That warm, soft touch just now was truly wonderful; he wished it had lasted longer.
Buzz~!
Suddenly, a sharp sound wave came from the Gate of Myriad Paths.
White light burst forth, dazzlingly bright.
When the light faded, Oliver looked at the giant stone gate again.
He saw a group of tiny figures.
A red-haired little girl looked at her palm, muttering to herself, "I've become small?"
Another red-haired little girl laughed and shouted, "And there are more of us!"