Meanwhile, on the Celestial Thunder sailing the Aegean Sea, they docked at a small island's port, preparing to exchange treasure for supplies like fresh water.

They might not even need to use treasure because the legend of the Celestial Thunder's voyage had already spread across all of Greece with the seabirds, and the king might offer help for free.

The island's king was said to have married a daughter of Hercules, almost making him a relative to half the heroes on board.

However, as they approached the dock, there was no one to receive them, not even a vessel coming or going—the entire dock was as silent as death.

The heroes who disembarked felt something unusual. Little did they know, in just one day, all of Greece virtually turned into a living Purgatory, with over half the population feverish, infected, and beginning to vomit. When the vomit seeped into the groundwater and spread into the Aegean Sea, it caused an even wider spread.

As they delved into the city-state, they were haunted by the horrific scene before them.

Everywhere were wailing and vomiting corpses, the streets piled high with excreta and vomit, which floated upon the river and the Aegean Sea, creating a Mortal World Purgatory comparable to Hell itself.

Compared to the future Ganges, it was no less.

The hero who scouted immediately reported back, keeping his nose and mouth covered throughout.

Upon hearing the intelligence, Xue Dili, always bleeding from his back, murmured, "It's actually gangrene and cholera…"

"Set sail! Set sail immediately! Rush to Olympus in the fastest way possible." Xue Dili realized this was not a natural plague, but rather the process of world destruction had begun.

"Fashion simple apparatuses for collecting rain. For now, eat only fish caught on the high seas, and let me handle them first." Xue Dili, with a bundle of thorns on his back and looking somewhat frail, arranged everything.

The rest of the heroes, though puzzled, complied, and the fleet immediately departed from the islands, steering away into the distance.

After leaving the coast, everyone's complexion paled as they gathered to discuss, "What on earth is happening?"

"This is the punishment of the Gods upon the Mortal World. We cannot interfere; our only recourse is to hasten to Olympus and beg the Father for forgiveness of our sins." Xue Dili spoke as if he was truly a devout follower of Zeus.

In secret, they communicated in code, "The Seven Chapters of World Destruction have already begun."

Everyone wore grim expressions.

The prophesied future was drawing nearer step by step.

All the heroes aboard this vessel came precisely to prevent such a future.

Just like that little rascal Achilles said, they were here to "save the world."

Whether seeking the glory of saving the world or truly unable to bear the suffering of mankind, this group set forth on a one-way road, a path to kill Zeus.

Even knowing this road meant certain death.

In the eyes of the gods above, the third trial, complete.

...

In the Netherworld, as the bell tolled, Typhon in the Abyss began to utter the second sentence.

"On the second day, grant war!"

A war erupted between Athens and Sparta that swept all of Greece.

Both sides accused the other of not being loyal to the gods, causing the plague. When neither could convince the other, Athens and Sparta launched a massive war involving all of Greece's forces.

Dozens of kingdoms and city-states joined, with thousands of troops slaughtering each other like madmen.

Without hero involvement, it was only a war among mortals, yet those mortals seemed possessed by fear and indulged in utmost cruelty. Not a single deserter existed; they fought to the death, even smiling as they died.

"How dare they! Who allowed them to start this war!" Agamemnon, the King of Greece, looked angrily at the bloodiest of wars on the distant island. It was not normal, whether it was the bloodthirsty, beast-like soldiers or Athens and Sparta's unauthorized war.

Agamemnon, the King of Greece, and Menelaus, the King of Sparta, were on the Celestial Thunder, yet such a war could still erupt.

However, this was merely the beginning.

"On the third day, grant hunger."

All the food began to rot and mold within a single night, panic and terror completely swept across all of Greece, countless people suffering from the plague knelt on the ground, praying for the gods' mercy, praying for Zeus's grace.

The fleet of the Celestial Thunder encountered Scylla's Sea Monster in the sea. After destroying four escort ships, it was finally killed by the spear of the great hero Hector, a sea monster famous in Greek legends.

And just after slaying the Scylla Sea Monster, the fleet of Celestial Thunder encountered a storm, and several escort ships sank forever to the bottom of the Aegean Sea.

Coincidentally, those sunken ships carried their scarce supply of fresh water and food.

The wild stormy sea quickly calmed down, the gods watched this group of heroes struggle and suffer in the wind and waves, their expressions showing excitement.

Perhaps, for the gods, this was one of the few entertainments in their long lives.

For the gods, the heroes who had defeated the sea monster and the fleet that had braved the storm, their legends were already comparable to those of the Argo decades ago, and their legends were still continuing.

But for the heroes on the Celestial Thunder, it was exhaustion, thirst, and hunger.

Heroes had already begun to sustain injuries, wounds that even Cursed Blood could not heal.

In facing the Scylla Sea Monster, one hero had an entire shoulder torn off, even though Xue Dili immediately activated Cursed Blood to transfer the injury and pain, he only managed to stop the bleeding and heal, the lost arm could never return.

"So kid, this is our journey, do you regret it?" Hector asked, flicking off Achilles' shield with his spear.

In the previous battle with the Scylla Sea Monster, Achilles had been blaming himself for not noticing the giant claw hidden by the ship's side, causing his comrade to be severely injured. If only he could have been a bit faster, just a bit faster!

"I will never regret coming aboard the Celestial Thunder, I only regret my martial arts are still not enough!" He continued to roar, the spear in his hand dancing like a swimming dragon.

"Clang!"

The spear was knocked aside, embedding itself on the deck, Hector's Extreme Spear held against his throat, saying: "Your right hand lacks precision, your left hand lacks strength, you are irrational, and in true combat, you only think of relying on brute strength and speed to win, your original martial arts have been thrown to the clouds."

Achilles fell back onto the deck, merely resenting himself for not having the ability at the time to save his dear friend, regret and resentment filled the mind of this mere 12-year-old child.

But now he was awakened by Hector, he silently went back to pick up his spear and shield.

Hector was not good with words, he didn't know how to comfort this child whose strength on the Celestial Thunder was second only to his own, just sat silently with him, watching the Aegean Sea under the setting sun, and the horizon that could not be seen in the distance.

At this moment, Odysseus walked up to them, handing each of them a piece of papyrus and charcoal, saying: "Everyone, write down what you want to say to your family, today might be the last day."

"Words to the family?" Achilles accepted the papyrus and charcoal, looking blankly at Odysseus.

"Farewell letters," Odysseus said directly, "Arranged by Xediles, everyone leave one last piece, if any of the 32 of us survive in the end, they will bring back everyone's farewell letters to our homeland, these are the last letters we leave to the world."

Achilles stared blankly at the thin papyrus in his hand, perhaps only now understanding the weight of death, merely a piece of papyrus.

"So do you regret it? Kid." The large hand next to him rested on his head, Hector seemed to have already written his farewell letter, and rolled up the papyrus.

"Regret?" Achilles looked at the papyrus in his hand, then at Hector who already tucked the paper into the crevice of his armor, asking: "What did you write?"

"If this thing is seen by someone else before I die, then it loses its meaning." Hector looked at the setting sun, his dead fish eyes seemingly emitting the weary aura of a middle-aged man, his large hand ruffled the kid's hair beside him.

"So if you give up, tonight we'll find an island nearby and leave you there, you can go home, no need to participate." Hector continued to persuade the child.

He genuinely appreciated this child, at that age, he certainly didn't have such courage and martial arts.

So he hoped this child could survive, at least live until he grows up, live to the peak of his martial arts.

"Didn't we agree to go to Olympus together!"

"We agreed to form a fleet for a lifetime, don't just leave me!"

Hector's words of persuasion seemed to stir the rebellious spirit of the kid, he quickly dodged Hector's hand, and wrote his farewell letter on the papyrus.

"If you end up missing my combat strength, wouldn't you all die in vain?" Achilles also rolled up the papyrus like Hector, tucking it into his armor.

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