Athena's cloudy eyes watched this blasphemer; this was also the trial of the gods she presented to Xediles. She wanted to know if this 'compassionate hero' was truly noble or a fool's jest.

This avatar's body was plagued with endless pain and diseases that even modern medicine would deem incurable, with a death sentence and farewell the only options.

Heart failure, pulmonary fibrosis, stomach cancer, complete organ fibrosis...

If Xediles' ability were merely to transfer others' maladies onto himself, Athena at this moment only wanted to see his choice!

No matter the choice, she could savor the rare pleasure in her life, watching heroes make their decisions.

Through the hood, seeing Xediles' pupils, Athena in the shadows knew she was about to get the answer she wanted.

A noble hero? Or a disguised hero?

Give me your answer, hero!

Yet what Xediles cared about was not how many deadly diseases the frail old woman had, but the information fed back through the Cursed Blood.

[Analysis complete (Divine King's Blood A+): The direct descendant bloodline of God King Zeus, destined to possess Main God Level power.]

"Xediles! You shouldn't be so cruel to yourself!" Hector's voice came through, "Your ability is not healing; it's merely transferring others' pain to yourself, isn't it?"

As his voice resonated, both the surrounding commoners and the prince and princesses trailing behind Hector revealed looks of astonishment.

Cassandra's words, due to the curse, forcibly twisted their perception, making them disbelieve, but Hector, this great hero of Troy, his words commanded belief across the lands.

Wait a moment...

What exactly did Hector mean by that!!!

Precisely because they understood Hector's meaning, they found it unbelievable.

Revered as the 'compassionate hero,' Xediles was not a walking miracle; he simply bore others' pain himself!

Then how many people had he saved during this period?

Hundreds? Or thousands? Did he intend to bear the pain of so many with his own body!

The princesses of Troy urgently questioned, "But transferring such severe diseases onto oneself, that's just too..."

Too cruel to oneself!

They suddenly understood why Cassandra was weeping. Even though they could witness what was called "great hero Hector" every day, they couldn't bear to watch now.

"Compassionate hero, I know my days are numbered. Please, you don't need to completely heal me; just let me feel a bit better in the rest of my days." Athena, too, began to be moved, deciding to lower the difficulty of the trial somewhat.

Indeed, if he truly transferred all the diseases of this avatar, it would be too cruel.

She would give heroes trials, allowing them to display unparalleled bravery and noble character through these trials.

Yet, this admiration for heroes was as steadfast as ever.

Athena could be petty, but she also harbored admiration and love for supreme heroes, something ingrained in the Greeks or gods, an absolute adoration for the brave, the fearless, and the noble.

If he could achieve this nobility, she would shield this hero, removing all his blasphemies.

Xediles merely shook his head gently, activating the ability of the "Cursed Blood."

Then, facing the setting sun beneath an orange-red horizon, amid the moving faces of Troy's populace, princes, and princesses,

a miracle, happened!

The once feeble old woman's appearance gradually transformed into that of a youthful maiden, the diseases vanished, and the pain was entirely removed.

And on Xediles' body, the bandages slowly seeped with crimson blood, completely dyeing the bandages red, and even staining the white robe outside.

This scene, shocking enough to evoke phantom pain in anyone who watched, yet this noble hero didn't even frown and continued to exert his ability.

"Tear..."

It was the sound of bandages tearing, and people were horrified to find that the few exposed parts of his skin seemed as if the skin was peeled off, they could even imagine what kind of pain this hero's body, hidden under the blood-stained white robe, was enduring.

Under the watchful eyes of all, even under the gaze of the divine, this was undoubtedly an explosively shocking event for the Ancient Greeks.

Like an epic unfolding before his eyes, the noble hero would not refuse anyone's request, whether they were common folk, nobility, or even gods, despite the impoliteness of the request.

He would grant anyone dignity and great love equally, even if they were beggars, even if they were elderly women!

Sacrificing himself to save them, this scene would be praised in any civilization, in any era, let alone in Ancient Greece, where the fervent pursuit of heroes was at its peak. Everyone present felt the impact of that charisma called "great love"!

Whether it was the handiwork of gods or a timely breeze, Xue Dili's hood was blown down, revealing a face so stunning it shocked the gods.

Yet at this moment, his calm face was stained with blood, his purple hair soaked through, but anyone could feel the weakness and pain beneath that serene and handsome visage.

On one side was the rejuvenated "elderly woman," on the other was the blood-stained hero. This epic moment exploded with such impact that any Greek who saw it felt a ton of shock.

The princesses covered their mouths with their hands, tears welled up in their eyes; that noble yet painful appearance would make any woman feel heartache and unable to extricate themselves.

Even Athena at this moment, all her previous dissatisfaction and anger at Xue Dili on Mount Olympus vanished. Her gaze was vacant, staring fixedly at the blood-stained handsome youth, unable to look away.

This blood-stained pure beauty even made the sunset pale in comparison at this moment.

The frail old woman transformed into a young lady, which was Athena's true form.

But at this moment, her gaze was only fiery, fixedly staring at him. She couldn't suppress the love in her chest for this hero, for all that was good and beautiful in humanity.

This nobility, only slightly manifested before in the great hero Hercules, had no hero in this era who could match it, even the Virgin Goddess would give due love.

If Xue Dili had any love system, he might at this moment see a series of "Athena Affection +1" notifications pop up, even until the affection level reached over 70, still slowly increasing, even edging towards the affection level of 80.

This was the man she favored! All that was beautiful in humanity, did she want to become a Virgin Goddess?

Was it because the Greek gods were all a bunch of boorish characters?

Her father Zeus, who could hardly wait to insult her the moment she was born, Poseidon who changed tactics daily to harass and disgust her, or was it some Fire God? Wine God? War God? A bunch of walking Armstrong cannons.

In such an environment, one could either degenerate, becoming a bitch like the Goddess of Beauty, or swear against fate to become a Virgin Goddess.

And at this moment, she swore to have him! Wasn't it just eating a Golden Apple and then taunting on Mount Olympus? For such a noble person, it was no issue at all!

Athena felt her affection was about to overflow; she believed that if any god saw this scene, they would excitedly raise their flags, completely indifferent to the previous Golden Apple incident.

Even God King Zeus would forgive this noble hero's deception, she even thought Zeus, who often acted unethically, would become a goddess's form to seduce this hero and then, enthusiastically, harshly insult him in the form of a goddess!

And as the healing concluded, this handsome young hero, akin to a green apple, slowly left, but now his steps were filled with fatigue and pain.

Even that back view became unrivaledly desolate and thin.

Originally, the sun should have set by now, but today's sunset was unexpectedly delayed; with the noble hero's departure, it fell together.

Everyone felt as if the stories of mythological epics played out before them, and they saluted the noble person, offering a chant of praise.

Thus, the setting sun sank in the west, and the noble hero vanished into the sunset.

People gradually dispersed, but this scene would not be its end; there were too many witnesses present, the Minstrel would compose it into an epic, and the Albatross would spread this epic in the shortest time across every corner of the Aegean Sea.

This would become one of the most noble and radiant stories of this era in Greece.

With the end of the event, Athena decided to further advance the chapter of the epic.

Of course, the premise was to eliminate those others who came to snatch the man, just now Athena could feel more than just her own divine gaze cast here.

Clearly, some entities wanted to compete with her for the man.

"Just now, were you peeking? Apollo, and Hercules..." Athena spoke toward the sky.

The just-sunset sun: "..."

The just-blowing wind: "..."

Perhaps other gods wanted to come and compete with her for the man, but she would stop them all.

Why didn't Athena just now reveal her true form before everyone and conveniently reap a wave of miracles and faith?

Actually, Athena was just so "highly charged" from that scene that it was only after coming back to her senses did she remember the affection point gain and forgot to perform a wave of miracles, but it was not too late, the snowy owl circled at night, entering the hero's abode.

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