Doubt arose in Oliver's heart; it wasn't Belobog, surprisingly.
If he remembered correctly, she was a character from Amphoreus.
Moreover, she was a character from a thousand years before the main storyline, the collective entity of Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon.
"If it were the timeline of Amphoreus's main story, I'd know everything clearly—but when it comes to history, I'm lacking."
Before transmigrating, Oliver enjoyed reading the Star Rail plot and also liked learning the historical stories of every version.
He knew quite a bit about the history of Amphoreus, but due to incomplete texts, he didn't know all the historical details.
Fortunately, he was the Emanator of Abundance, so he had the ability to protect himself.
As for this conceptual Entry, removing all equipment from the target, it didn't seem to possess strong offensive power and leaned more towards support.
"Forget it. I always believe that there are no weak gods in concepts. If the performance is poor, it means the user is too incompetent."
Oliver was confident that even using trash, he could make it functional.
[script activated, now entering ---]
As the prompt in his mind ended, everything before Oliver's eyes gradually began to change, the sky light reversed, and his entire being merged into an unknown distant place.
He felt as if he was infinitely rising; a continent appeared beneath his feet, drifting with ethereal energy.
Suddenly, all the scenery contracted towards Oliver's eyes!
In just a momentary daze, Oliver found himself in a city, with people coming and going, the sounds of voices booming all around.
Everyone's attire was very peculiar, somewhat resembling the chiton and himation of ancient Greece on Earth.
The surrounding architecture was also exquisite and magnificent, possessing a strong religious atmosphere.
Every floor tile proclaimed that this was a religious sanctuary.
At first glance, it really looked like he had transmigrated to ancient Greece.
"That's right, Tiresias is the Path Saintess, born in the religious city-state of Amphoreus—Janusapolis."
Oliver quickly figured out his current location.
He checked his status again: "Mhm, the Emanator's power is still here. It seems I can also use my inherent strength within the script."
Since it was a script about Tiresias, he naturally had to go and approach this Saintess.
He just didn't know what year it was, or where he should go to find the Saintess.
Just as he was preparing to ask a passerby, two men and one woman happened to walk past him, talking.
"Hurry up, the Saintess is going to perform a blessing at the Temple of the Three Fates to listen to the Titan's oracle."
"The Grand Magistrate Damnatio will also be attending this time. The Titan must have something important to announce."
"I need to go and pray too, hoping the Three Fates Titans can answer my prayers."
The three quickly walked away.
Oliver paused for two seconds, always feeling that the name Damnatio was somewhat familiar—but the impression wasn't deep; he must be an insignificant extra.
Regardless, since the Saintess was about to appear, Oliver would have a chance to approach her.
So he followed the three devotees and walked toward the Temple of the Three Fates.
On the other side.
The current world, Amphoreus, the city-state of Okhema.
In the private bathing pool of the Chrysos Heirs, five people were bathing.
A blonde beauty leaned against the edge of the pool.
Amidst the swirling mist, water droplets slid down her collarbone, reflecting a pearly luster on her creamy skin.
Her dazzling "headlights" could blind people, but unfortunately, there was no one else here to appreciate them.
A purple-haired girl submerged herself in the water, only exposing her head.
There were also three red-haired young girls sitting between them on the bank, playing in the water with their two little feet. (As shown in the image)
"Aya, are you alright? You look very tired."
Tribbie watched the blonde beauty with wide eyes, concerned.
Aglaea smiled softly and replied, "I am fine, My Teacher. I just feel like my humanity is becoming thinner and thinner."
When she said this, everyone could tell that although Aglaea was smiling, there was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes.
It wasn't because she was inherently cold, but because she had been a demigod for too long, and her humanity had been worn away.
"It doesn't matter! Even if Aya loses her humanity, we will still stand by your side!" Trianne grinned, her little feet constantly stirring the pool water.
"Mhm mhm, and Little Die is too, oh. If you have any problems, just come to us." Trinnon smiled gently, looking at the girl who only had her head exposed.
"Thank you, Lady Trinnon ---" Castorice nodded.
They were all Chrysos Heirs, constantly traveling the world throughout their lives to inherit the Titan's spark, resist the Black Tide, and protect the world.
The Titans of Amphoreus were the power that maintained heaven and earth, the destiny from ancient times until now, the rules of all things in the world, and the local deities.
Aglaea was a demigod who inherited the spark of the Romantic Titan.
Castorice was still looking everywhere for the Death Titan—she had been searching for hundreds of years.
As for Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon, they were demigods who inherited the spark of the Path Titan.
The three of them were originally one entity named 'Tiresias'—or rather, a thousand of them constituted one entity.
Tiresias voluntarily split into a thousand Little Ti in order to obtain the power of a demigod.
After a thousand years, only three of the thousand Little Ti remained alive.
"Aya... Little Die... We're so sleepy..." Tribbie suddenly called out softly, weakly, her eyelids fluttering, seemingly heavy.
Trianne: "We seem to have seen Mama..."
Trinnon: "His name is Oliver..."
Having said that, the three little ones simultaneously fainted, looking fresh and delicate.
Seeing this, Aglaea and Castorice immediately stood up from the water with a splash and checked the condition of the three little ones.
However, a strange thing happened.
When Aglaea reached out to touch Tribbie, her hand went straight through!
She couldn't touch Tribbie, Trianne, or Trinnon.
At this moment, even the highly knowledgeable leader of the Chrysos Heirs, who had lived for a thousand years, was stunned.
"My Teacher."
No matter how Aglaea called out, the three little ones did not respond.
Even the golden silk lost its connection—as if the three little ones before them were merely phantoms.
One must know that she was a demigod, and any target bound by the golden silk would be within her senses, and no one could undo it.
But now the golden silk on the three Little Ti had disconnected, indicating that a power stronger than a demigod had intervened—fortunately, they could see their chests rising and falling, proving they were still alive.
"Lady Aglaea, are they alright?" Castorice was also completely bewildered, her eyes filled with unconcealed worry.
"I don't know, but this situation is extremely strange, something I have never seen before."
Aglaea pondered for a moment, then said, "Castorice, you watch over them here. I'll go seal off the bathhouse first, then contact Hyacine. This matter cannot be known by others for now."
"And while I'm at it, I'll investigate the last name My Teacher uttered—Oliver."