Especially when the first summoned hero arrived, all the boatmen of Troy were excited.

The son of the legendary Hercules, King Thessalus.

They seemed to feel that a new epic was about to unfold, and in this epic, even ordinary mortals like themselves had a chance to leave their names.

And the Xue Dili seemed to know exactly who was behind all these events.

Just now, a pure white owl landed on his shoulder.

In Ancient Greece, there were few who could see through fate, and these people almost all had deep-seated enmity with Zeus.

As for the God most eager to kill Zeus, Athena was definitely one of them.

It is said that Athena was born split from Zeus's mind, and upon seeing Athena for the first time, Zeus wanted to seduce and then devour this daughter of his. Fortunately, under the protection of the three goddesses of fate, Athena managed to escape Zeus's clutches.

The owl spoke, looking in the direction of Olympus: "I will craft for you an epic so grand that even Zeus will be tempted to intervene personally."

"And after Zeus intervenes, I will assist you, before Zeus completes the 'Seven Days of Destruction', before you strike a fatal blow, I will deliver the deepest betrayal to my father."

"So, let's exchange information." Athena said, "For instance, some secret intelligence, the fact is that Typhon, having been defeated by Zeus, has already been controlled by him..."

...

The pure white owl arrived at Apollo's Divine Hall. Athena looked at this hall, which she didn't particularly like in the past, but in just one night, her mentality, thoughts, and even soul had completely changed.

Consciousness and energy together constitute the soul of a sentient being.

Before today, Athena was just a petty Greek Goddess, her millennia-long life spent watching the stories of heroes, and blocking her father, uncles, brothers, and even nephews from disturbing her.

This was the life of Athena—cruel and tedious. However, after last night's surging information and experiences filled her, the consciousness known as Athena was directly shattered within this flood of information and experiences, thoroughly swept into the trash heap.

Especially when confronted directly with the grand cosmic information.

Now she doesn't know exactly who she is, a female Xue Dili? Or a personality amalgamation of all the experiences across countless worlds?

She doesn't know, nor does she want to dwell on it. What she wants to do now is merely change the fate of that child, the fate of dying a foreigner like his teacher.

Such a noble being should not die in the trash heap of Greece; such a future is not the future she desires.

If the path Xue Dili walks is to save this doomed Greece, then what Athena wants to save is merely this child who has just embarked on his journey.

A hero, after saving the world, should also be redeemed by the world.

So she bestowed divine revelations to everyone in Greece who could be of help, and she also individually invited the deities who could join them in rebelling against Zeus.

Previously, she had already invited Hercules, the mortal hero ascended to the Great God, who remained speechless for quite a while.

Athena chose allies who, at the very least, had some sense of dignity and honor in them. She believed that once Hercules saw this fate, he would surely stand with them.

Whether it was to resist the extinction by Zeus, or being moved by the awakening of the hero from an Otherworld.

Just as Hercules believed, the fate presented by Athena was real.

This Great God remained silent after reading, his veins bulging, his eyes bloodshot, quietly returning to his Divine Hall to don the golden lion's hide and coat his arrows with Nine-headed Poison, prepared to confront Zeus immediately.

At that moment, it was Aristotle's turn to soothe this irritable brother and calm him down.

And her second chosen ally was Apollo, the God of Light and Sun, within Greek Mythology.

And then Apollo fell silent, sitting in front of his Divine Hall, as though lifeless.

No, he too must do something, even if it was just to guard this remarkably beautiful, man's awakening!

He did not remain depressed for long. Instead, he cast aside everything he was doing and started gathering allies like Athena.

Apollo was to begin gathering allies, first his own sister, the Moon God, Artemis, and second, in this cesspool of Greece, another individual comparable to a paragon of morality.

The Lord of the Netherworld, Hades!

Since the final battlefield is chosen in the Netherworld, this Hades will also be the last straw that breaks Zeus.

Thus, Athena seemed to be set ablaze by someone else, and with this fire, she began to burn across the entire Olympus.

...

The son of Hercules, Thessalus, had already arrived at Troy.

Initially, he wasn't qualified to participate in this god-slaying battle. Although his father was the renowned Hercules, his own martial prowess could only be considered below average, and he didn't inherit his father's monster power. His status as a hero was mainly due to his being the son of the mighty Hercules.

He decided so quickly to participate and rushed to Troy because last night, not only did Athena give a divine revelation, but his father, Hercules, personally came from Olympus, dragged him out of bed in the royal palace, and beat him up, compelling him to head to Troy overnight.

With bruises still visible from his father's beating, Thessalus was greeted by people sent by Hector.

In this regard, Hector gave sufficient honor to the other heroes who came to partake in the god-slaying battle because, for these heroes, this journey was practically with no chance of survival. Once they boarded the ship to Olympus, no hero thought they could survive.

After all, the god they intended to kill was that heavenly father.

Led respectfully by the soldiers, Thessalus also saw the hero he had seen in his dream last night, the one facing Zeus over the sea.

Known as the "Compassionate Hero," Xediles!

Thessalus saw this hero, who hid most of his face under a hood, and couldn't help but feel curious.

Legend has it that the compassionate hero was an exceptionally handsome man whose beauty moved the gods, and for Ancient Greece, where gender was inconsequential, this beauty was enough to form a legend.

At this moment, Xue Dili simply stepped forward, somewhat puzzled, wondering why this king was covered with injuries. Had he encountered a bear on the way?

However, Xue Dili had no qualms about any pain or illness. He intended to be in a state of certain death, full of pain and illness, when confronting Zeus, so that he could present a significant threat when facing him.

So he slightly extended his hand and said, "King of Milia, thank you for coming from afar."

At the moment Xue Dili's hand rested on his shoulder, Thessalus found that both the fatigue from traveling nonstop for twenty hours and the places where his father had beaten him suddenly vanished.

In their place, he noticed bruises and marks starting to appear on Xue Dili's neck, and his breathing became much more rapid.

Thessalus realized the legend was not wrong. This compassionate hero did not heal; his ability was to completely transfer others' pain onto himself!

Damn it, why did this guilt arise?

This King of Milia, son of Hercules, looked at Xue Dili. For the first time, he was immensely impressed by another hero beside his father.

Is this the hero destined to slay a god?

He felt, compared to this hero before him, these so-called "heroes" were truly morally bankrupt to the point of making one nauseous.

Suppressing his inner guilt, he asked, "When do we set off?"

"We need to wait for the other heroes, and also, a ship, soon to be completed, akin to the legendary Argo. In about half a month, we can head to Olympus," Xue Dili explained.

"Argo…" Thessalus proudly raised his chest, with an indescribable fervor in his eyes.

After all, his father, Hercules, was the most renowned hero aboard the Argo. This time, even though it was at his father's request, he willingly threw his kingdom behind to come to Troy overnight, hoping to achieve the same feats as his father, rather than living his life merely as "son of Hercules."

Even if he were to die on that ship, his god-slaying feat would be immortalized in epic tales, and that would be worth it.

"Xediles, you are destined to be the captain of this ship of heroes. What name will you give this vessel?" he asked Xue Dili, eyes burning with fervor.

"The name of the ship?" Xue Dili looked towards the distant shipyard, where the largest warship in Ancient Greece was being vigorously constructed.

Previously, with hints from the Great Sage, he reached an agreement with Athena to collaboratively plan to kill Zeus, since Athena seemed to be on his side at present.

Whether it was the great ship or gathering heroes, these were all aids in Xue Dili's plan to use the dagger hidden in the map's detail to assassinate Zeus.

He thought for a moment, understanding King of Milia's meaning, that this ship destined to be part of history, for these assisting heroes, its name was also significant, just like the Argo of old.

Xue Dili smiled and pointed towards the shipyard's direction: "Let's call this ship 'Celestial Thunder'!"

This Celestial Thunder, born to slay gods, was also destined to be part of the legend.

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