Another few hundred years passed, in the Institute of Decrees in Athens.

The young Socrates was cleaning the library when he discovered an ancient papyrus from an old book.

Having thoroughly studied Homer's Epics, he instantly realized that this might be a precious record left from the Divine Era, and he immediately opened the Homer's Epics and then carefully unfolded the papyrus.

[From me, no longer must later generations look up to the gods.]

These were words on the papyrus, faded to the brink of invisibility.

Yet, the young Socrates regarded it as a treasure.

Because he had found the final testament of one of the 32 heroic spirits! A testament Homer had never found.

He excitedly left the Institute of Decrees, and at the entrance, he saw a father and son looking at the stars.

"Dad, why are the stars so bright up there?" the child asked.

"Because those are the fallen heroes watching over us," the father replied with a smile, "That's why we can live peaceful lives."

...

The last testament of the 32 heroic spirits of the Celestial Thunder had been gathered, leading the scholars to rejoice.

They revisited the records in Homer's Epics and compiled stories focused solely on those 32 heroes of the Celestial Thunder, naming it the Celestial Thunder Chronicles.

A play based on this story also premiered in the Institute.

Countless minstrels portrayed the legendary heroes or gods, repeating the heroic tales of the Divine Era from centuries ago, as if to reminisce about the forebears or perhaps to guide the path home for heroes who had died far from home.

That day, the Athens Grand Theater was packed with people, all coming to witness the final epic of Divine Era Greece and enjoy this ultimate performance.

Among the crowd, a witch dressed in a blood-stained hood quietly watched the play, as she saw the recreated Celestial Thunder and strangers in ancient battle armor perform their stories.

She saw a young stranger loudly declare himself as "The Benevolent Hero - Xediles"...

Even though he was the most handsome lad the Institute could find, she sat in the audience, her inner rage boiling.

"No, you're not! You're not even a tenth of him! My Xediles wouldn't care about titles or praise..."

The audience erupted with applause, whether for the courage of the twelve trials or the tragic revelation of the dagger against Zeus, moved to tears.

Yet the witch, unmoved by any vigorous performance on stage...

"Hey, what's wrong? Is the story not exciting enough?" A Greek girl beside the witch seemed to notice the witch's mood and asked.

"No, it's just that I already know the story that follows..."

She left the theater, and then a thunderous cheer erupted within, celebrating the perfect performance and the enduring memory of the ancestors' stories.

The witch looked at the theater entrance where a large stone tablet stood, engraved with lines of text.

"In memory of the 32 god-slaying heroes of the Celestial Thunder.

Xediles

Hector

Achilles

Odysseus

Ajax

Agamemnon

..."

For unknown reasons, looking at these names, she felt a profound sorrow overwhelming her, like an icy torrent trying to engulf her, fierce and domineering, as if to tear her apart.

"I'm the only one left alive now..."

"Only I remain..."

...

3200 years later, in modern times, Neon Chiba Prefecture.

The sound of the train rushing by echoed in his ears.

Xue Dili snapped back to reality, watching the last train to Takasaki Station depart, and opened his phone, feeling a sense of temporal dislocation.

August 19th, 15:42, exactly the same as when he left.

"Great Sage, are you still here?" Xue Dili asked the Consciousness Space.

However, the entire space remained silent, only the empty countdown of 3 days and 15 hours continued to decrease.

No more text appeared on the panel for communication.

The old things had left, and Xue Dili knew they would never return.

But everything left behind became Xue Dili's most precious wealth, whether the power of the Cursed Blood or the system the Great Sage helped him build.

All good things must come to an end.

Xue Dili eventually made it to Da Gu's concert, though he arrived nearly at the end.

As the last song "Take me higher" concluded, the concert reached its finale, and during the thanks segment, Xue Dili got a signed card.

The male idol signed it as "Round Da Gu," at the fans' request.

All the tasks of this journey were completed, so Xue Dili promptly booked a ticket home.

The plane departed from Narita International Airport.

Within the panel, he had reached 60% progress in Tier Two.

He had reached Hero Level, and it seemed he was close to Legendary Level.

If the old undead were here, perhaps they'd start shouting, while the Great Sage might encourage him.

Xue Dili suddenly saw a model of the Celestial Thunder appear in the Consciousness Space.

It was a standard Ancient Greek triple-sail warship and the one Xue Dili was most familiar with, the ship that witnessed their achievements and journey.

He immediately accessed the panel to see the scanned intelligence.

[Godslaying Armor - Celestial Thunder (Treasure, A-Class): This treasure, condensed by the voyage of the 32 Greek heroes, has the ability to sail in any region. Within the Celestial Thunder, it can summon the 32 Greek heroes, as well as a special unit - Hercules. The Celestial Thunder and all heroes are endowed with the "god-slaying" trait.]

[Heroic Protection (A-Class): The damage, curses, etc., inflicted on you by enemies with divinity are greatly reduced, and the damage, curses, etc., inflicted by you on enemies with divinity are greatly increased.]

[Current Status: Half Heroic Spirit Transformation (You are no longer a carbon-based human, and have moved further towards the path of energy-form life)]

Xue Dili's breath began to quicken, ignoring the new protection effect, focusing solely on the note that all companions could be summoned on the Celestial Thunder.

He smiled, relaxing against a window on the plane, gazing at the brightly lit city below.

"Your stories are far from over, perhaps in other worlds your names will become known to more people, your achievements will be recorded by more worlds."

The plane landed at the airport; Xue Dili, backpack in hand, was ready to head home when suddenly a hard drive popped up in the Consciousness Space.

The hard drive emerged under the panel built by the Great Sage, and Xue Dili casually put down his backpack, taking out his laptop to connect the hard drive, only to find a video consisting of dozens of GBs.

"Did the old thing leave something else to say?"

When Xue Dili opened the video, he saw first-person footage of the Golden Apple event.

He immediately realized something, checking the length, 342 hours of video.

Then he swiftly scrolled through, confirming it was all first-person records of his involvement in the entire Ancient Greece incident. Despite being over three hundred hours long, it was only dozens of GBs, and even the imagery was incredibly clear.

"Is it the memory extraction technique, or the eye-as-camera technique... Honestly, Old Deng secretly added a function without telling me..." Xue Dili laughed, backed up the video, and returned the hard drive to the panel.

This video recorded their achievements.

He left the airport with his backpack, watching the sun rise slowly in the distance.

The rising sun fell on Xue Dili, and he smiled and said, "Today is another hopeful day."

The sun rose as usual today.

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