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The Ganges River in India
Revered by the Indian people as the "holy river" and "Mother of India." Countless myths and religious legends have shaped the unique customs and traditions along its banks."
"A river steeped in history and rich cultural significance, the Ganges, even after millennia of civilization, continues to be the heart of ancient rituals practiced by those living along its shores.
Many time-honored myths have instilled within the Indian people an endless reverence for Mother Ganges, an unbreakable bond.
"Yet, all of that is in the past," Intern Liu said dismissively, looking at the Ganges a hundred meters away. Plastic waste littered the river's surface, industrial runoff giving it an iridescent sheen under the sun. Thanks to the Indian tradition of water burials, corpses occasionally drifted by, making it nothing more than a glorified open sewer.
Liu still couldn't comprehend the Indian mindset. With their water source primarily coming from the Ganges, they relentlessly polluted it. There were other ways to court death.
Exhale!
He blew a smoke ring, tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushed it under his heel. Then, he walked towards the construction site ahead.
Professor and his team of mythology researchers had arrived at a site on the Indo-Gangetic Plain. With the Indian government's permission, they were conducting archaeological excavations.
Notably, Professor, drawing on his extensive travel experience, had left the female members of the team in Naples. Only the male members had accompanied him to India. Heaven knew what he had encountered during his previous travels there.
Professor walked over, holding a Shovel.
"Professor? What are you doing?" Intern Liu asked, puzzled by the professor's actions. While he harbored doubts about the professor's academic expertise, he deeply respected his character."
"After all, Professor had been a mentor to most of the research team. Not every professor was willing to include the names of assisting students in their research reports.
"The excavation has stalled. Everyone's at a loss," the professor sighed, explaining to Intern Liu. They had invested a considerable amount of manpower and resources in this project, and both personnel and funds were stretched thin. If they didn't unearth something soon, they wouldn't be able to... secure further investments.
Intern Liu was bewildered. Pointing at the Shovel the professor offered him, he said, "Then why... why are you giving this to me?"
"Well, you were the first to discover the ruins in Naples! So, it's time for your luck to shine again. I have high hopes for you," the professor said earnestly, patting Intern Liu on the shoulder.
Intern Liu, his face etched with disbelief, took the shovel and randomly jabbed it into the ground. "Professor, we should trust in science. Shouldn't we be using instruments at a time like this...?"
He froze, staring at the ground. An angular edge, a corner of some kind of stone, had emerged.
The professor was stunned. He had only meant to tease his student, to lighten the mood.
After a long pause...
"Everyone, get over here! Dig!!!" the professor roared, his face flushed.
Five hours later, the professor stared intently at the nearly 6,000 freshly unearthed stone slabs, each measuring 30 centimeters in length, width, and height. He turned to the five translators beside him, barely containing their excitement.
"Well? Have you determined anything about the age, script, or content?"
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A white-haired translator spoke, his voice trembling with excitement.
"It's the Ramayana. And it's the original version written by Valmiki, including the original first chapter, 'Childhood,' and the seventh chapter, 'Later Years.'"
The Ramayana consisted of seven chapters. Chapters two through five were written by Valmiki.
The first and seventh chapters were later additions, the first describing the circumstances of the epic's creation and Rama's origins, the seventh recounting Rama's descent from hero to tyrant, and his persecution of his wife, Sita.
"Hehehe, hahaha! Another world-shaking discovery! I've got the cover of Time magazine reserved!" the professor exclaimed, practically giddy with delight.
Thousands of meters above, riding on her sun chariot, Brunhild, looked down at the excavation site. A smile, as bright as the sun, spread across her face.
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That same day, at 2:00 am, in the headquarters of the Greenwich Assembly of Wise Men, 3,000 mythology scholars from around the world, armed with collected mythological data from the Asia-Pacific region, were immersed in frantic research.
The Diogenes Club, its members averaging over 110 years of age, also held an all-night meeting, their old bones creaking with the effort.
The two academic organizations were furiously studying the newly discovered mythological lineage, which Princess Alice, the Chairwoman of the Assembly of Wise Men, had just named the "Dirac Mythology" through divine revelation.
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Above Tokyo Bay
the full Moon cast a gentle glow.
Guinevere and Lancelot had returned to this place.
The Holy Grail and Guinevere's body emanated a divine aura, resonating with the potent energy of the earth.
This was the life force of the Earth Mother Goddess that Guinevere had gathered through countless reincarnations over the millennia. Although she had used and dissipated much of it, what remained was equivalent to the magical energy of ten Godslayers.
Once again, Guinevere amplified her power with the Holy Grail, probing the earth veins, searching for the location of the Last King.
Lancelot looked at Guinevere, his expression serious..
"Have you found him?" Lancelot asked, a hint of excitement in his calm voice.
I have. The place where my master sleeps, where there is neither land nor sea, I have seen it.
"Indeed, Uncle. Thanks to the disruption of the earth veins caused by the Monkey King's release, my master's aura has leaked out. I now know his exact location."
"So that's where he is! My master, the last king to manifest!!" Guinevere's face lit up with a radiant smile, eclipsing even the brilliance of the moon above.
Lancelot smiled slightly, summoning an ancient longbow. At the same time, he summoned the reforged Excalibur.
"Now, all that remains is the life force of the Earth Mother Goddess."
Far out on the Pacific Ocean, a raging tempest swept across the heavens and earth. A figure, enveloped by the storm, hurtled towards Tokyo Bay.
It was the figure of a 'woman', a curvaceous, seemingly clothed female form.
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