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"Splash!"

The waves crashed against the rocks.

A boy sits by the sea, gazing at the distant waves, praying earnestly as he waits for his father to return from fishing.

She also wanted to tell her father the good news that she had successfully passed the Saint Seiya selection.

From now on, their family won't have to struggle for food anymore, and their father can finally get some rest.

"Great Poseidon, god of the sea, I pray that you will bless my father and bring him back safely..."

Rumbling--

The sea, which had been calm just moments before, began to tremble, and countless schools of fish leaped uneasily from the surface, as if trying to escape something.

The half-sun, divided by the coastline, was instantly swallowed up by the surging waves.

By the time the boy realized what was happening, the waves were already dozens of times as high as his own houses, and they seemed to be flying into the sky and connecting with the clouds.

Could it be that Poseidon heard his prayer? But that doesn't make sense; could he have missed it?

What I want is calm and peaceful seas, not stormy seas.

The shadow of the waves completely enveloped the boy, and even the village behind him was shrouded in darkness, waiting for the waves to crash before him and take everything away.

He sensed something was wrong, but knew it was too late to escape.

The towering wall formed by the ocean waves is rapidly approaching.

In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of me.

The boy kept tilting his head upwards, looking higher and higher.

"boom!"

A round hole was suddenly punched through the waves that stood before us like towering cliffs.

The seawater seemed to have vanished into thin air, and the round hole connected the boy's gaze with the sky behind the waves.

He keenly observed that in the very center of the round hole was a black dot the size of a fly; upon closer inspection, it was clearly a human figure.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Such sounds continued to be heard, and as a result, round holes appeared in the waves.

They exuded a repulsive and ominous aura.

"Splash—"

Before the boy's consciousness faded into darkness, he saw one of the dark figures with eyes flashing a scorching red light, shooting out sharp beams of light.

Wherever the waves passed, they were all swallowed up, while the dark figures remained silently suspended on the water's surface.

"Is this the place?" one of the shadowy figures asked.

"I've played this game, God of War. I wonder when we arrived. The Greek gods might have already been torn to shreds by Kratos."

"Kratos, the God of War? I'll give it a try."

"Be careful, he might actually slap you to death."

"Alright, let's go to Olympus first."

The group quickly reached a consensus: they didn't know how to get to Olympus, but they could ask someone for directions.

The group flew close to the ground, heading towards the nearest city-state.

The nearby city-states have recently become lively due to the Saint Seiya selection. Almost all the boys who meet the criteria have been allowed to join. They look forward to working for the gods, welcoming a change in status and position, and at least improving their lives.

Perseus was one of them.

He was successfully chosen to become a Saint, and was among the first batch of qualified Saints. Every day, besides eating and drinking to improve his strength, he trained. Now, he has been transformed into a mobile muscle tower.

At only fourteen years old, the two muscles in his chest were always throbbing with a powerful tension, like a sculpture.

Regardless of age or gender, anyone who sees this scene will blush and their heart will race.

All of this may also be related to Instructor Perseus's aesthetic sense.

Although he had already gained the opportunity to become a Saint, Perseus did not slack off. He continued to train day after day, even during the two days he was at home.

Perseus practiced squatting and standing in the yard, carrying a large pot on his back.

"what--!"

A scream suddenly rang out.

Perseus slammed the cauldron to the ground, causing a violent tremor.

He rushed out and saw that the entire street was swallowed up by a black aura with a powerful corrosive force.

Some people were fleeing in panic, but they could not escape the black mist and were entangled and pulled back by the tentacles formed by the black mist.

At the center of the black mist were several mysterious figures exuding a chilling aura.

The first to appear was a man who grabbed a young man with one hand and asked, "Where is Olympus?"

That was Philip, Perseus's nemesis. They used to fight frequently, but all of that ended after Perseus became a Saint. When Philip saw Perseus again, he only felt awe in his eyes.

At this moment, Philip was struggling and contorting his face because he could not withstand the enormous force, and the veins on his neck stretched all the way to his temples.

"I...I don't know."

“I know!” Perseus said proactively.

The man casually snapped young Philip's neck with a "crack," which enraged Perseus.

But before he could do anything...

In just a moment!
"Whoosh-"

The man approached Perseus and reached for his neck.

Perseus, who was prepared, rolled and dodged the moment his opponent disappeared, narrowly avoiding him.

Immediately, a force pulled Perseus's body, causing him to slowly float up and fly towards the other's palm.

A sense of crisis washed over him, and Perseus immediately donned his Saint Cloth, his entire body enveloped in powerful energy.

Unleash your energy!

"boom!"

Perseus's reaction speed increased dramatically. He brought his legs together and kicked the man in the chest, trying to use the recoil to escape backward.

But when he kicked out, he froze, because the force clearly told him that he wasn't kicking a person, but a mountain.

The mountain remained completely still.

"Snap!" A hand grabbed Perseus's ankle first and pulled him back.

Then Perseus was turned into a tattered sack and slammed to the ground from the left and right.

After several loud thuds, Perseus was thrown to the ground.

He felt dizzy and disoriented, followed by a heavy feeling in his chest and difficulty breathing.

Perseus looked down and realized that a boot was stepping on his chest.

His body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, making it difficult to move. Moreover, as the boot pressing on his chest gradually increased in strength, Perseus found that his Saint Cloth was making a "crackling" sound as if it was about to shatter, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Where is Mount Olympus?" the other person asked again.

"Roar--!"

An angry roar ripped through the sky. Perseus looked up and saw the familiar Blade of Chaos dragging crimson flames, slicing two glaring scars into the sky.

"Instructor, they're here." Perseus felt instantly at ease.

The sound that tore through the sky fell with the speed of free fall, like a meteorite hitting the ground.

Before it even made contact with it, the ground began to tremble and shake, with countless pieces of soil and rocks bouncing on the ground.

"Boom!" The Blade of Chaos severed the head of the man who was standing on Perseus.

One end of the trailing flames even resembled an extremely long red curtain hanging in the sky.

The headless corpse gushed blood and then collapsed helplessly to the ground.

"Is that Kratos?" The remaining mysterious figures looked grim. "How can he be so strong?"

"Shouldn't he have fought the Olympian gods, then lost his power and perished in the sea?"

Kratos, the god of war who should have pierced his own body with the Sword of Olympus to unleash the power of hope, is now not only here unharmed, but has not even lost his power.

Kratos gave his enemies no time to react. In the next instant, he pounced into the crowd like a lion, unleashing the Chaos Blade in his hand. The chains pulled the two deadly weapons, spinning rapidly to reap lives.

In the blink of an eye, only one person remained alive.

The remaining man's eyes emitted a red light, but Kratos blocked it with the Blade of Chaos.

The red rays were split and scattered, striking the surrounding area and cutting through nearby houses and the ground.

Perseus, who was lying on the ground, reacted in time and escaped the battlefield.

"Boom!"

Kratos dropped the Blade of Chaos and slammed his elbow into the opponent's face.

The dull, heavy impact caused the opponent to stagger back two steps, then gritted his teeth and lunged forward, punching Kratos in the face.

"Thump!" "Thump!"

This was a brutal, hard-hitting clash, with neither side willing to back down, but it was clear to anyone with a discerning eye that Kratos held the absolute upper hand.

Kratos leaped into the air, his fingers clenched tightly, and swung his battle axe down.

The man's head suddenly plummeted to the ground with a "thud".

Kratos, seemingly just warming up, approached the other person, grabbed their collar, stared into their face, keeping only a fist's distance between them, and demanded in a gruff voice, "Who are you?"

But the other party was already mentally disoriented from the beating and didn't seem capable of fighting back.

"No need for that complicated process, I know how to check my memory."

A figure appeared beside Kratos, and Kratos could guess who it was without turning his head.

After defeating the Greek gods led by Zeus, Kratos did consider retiring from the world, since he had no interest in power whatsoever. However, the Saint Seiya created by Tan Wenjie suited Kratos' interests perfectly.

Perhaps I can restore the glory of Sparta.

In addition, Tan Wenjie kept saying that there would be strong enemies in the future and that we should actively prepare for battle, which made Kratos agree to stay.

Now that a formidable enemy has indeed arrived, it seems to confirm that what Tam Man Kit said was true.

"Are there any negative consequences?" Kratos asked.

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Of course there are. There are certain dangers when using it, and it could very well turn someone into an idiot."

"Wait, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Realizing that he was either going to be killed or turned into an idiot, fear overcame reason, and the other person stopped pretending to be unconscious.

"You're just going to say it so easily? There's definitely something wrong with you," Tan Wenjie said. "Suddenly, I'm not curious about anything about you anymore."

Kratos immediately raised the Blade of Chaos in his hand.

He prefers enemies who fight bravely and despises cowards who surrender at the first sign of trouble.

"The will of the abyss! The abyss has already occupied countless worlds, and this will be its next target. You cannot escape; you can only become nourishment for the abyss."

Snap, head falls to the ground.

Tan Wenjie squatted down and poked the head, from which a wisp of abyssal black energy flew out. However, just as the other party was about to escape, it was annihilated by a wisp of electric arc that erupted from Tan Wenjie's palm, thus eliminating the other party's chance to find a host again from the root.

"here we go again."

Along the way, the abyss was like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

He observed that the head looked somewhat strange, and it seemed very familiar.

Then, tearing open the other person's clothes at the chest, as expected, it turned out to be a tight-fitting outfit.

"Superhero?"

It seems that another world has been invaded by the abyss, and some people's bodies have been stolen.

"Superman is blonde, that's true, but he doesn't wear red underwear, and he wouldn't be wearing an American flag as a cape."

The more I looked at it, the more something seemed off.

What Tan Wenjie found most unsettling was that this "superman" was a bit weak.

"Is this the enemy you were talking about?" Kratos asked.

“Not that weak,” Tan Wenjie nodded. “But close enough, this world is already being watched.”

A world targeted by the abyss can only be invaded, and then watch the entire world crumble, with even the world's will unable to intervene.

Even if some methods are used to temporarily alleviate the situation, the abyss will return before long.

"Then train a group of powerful enough warriors!" Kratos said, "and slaughter all the invaders!"

But judging from Kratos's expression, it's clear that he doesn't like this method.

Kratos, the God of War, prefers to take the initiative and go to the troublemakers to resolve problems rather than stay at home in fear and wait for them to come and cause trouble.

“Actually, there is another way,” Tan Wenjie said.

"What method?" Kratos asked, intrigued.

"We deliberately plunged into the abyss."

It would be a waste not to use Kratos's powerful hand to deal with the Abyss.

……

The Zodiac Palaces are becoming increasingly lively, with a huge number of Saints gathering here in their Saint Cloths.

They chatted enthusiastically, each offering their own perspective.

"What constellation's Saint Cloth is that?"

"Your armor isn't as nice as mine."

Amidst the chaos, Athena remained hidden, observing everything.

Olympus is much more lively than before; the intrigue and backstabbing are gone, leaving only a group of muscular men.

Each of them was like a clone of Kratos, muscular, rugged, and brimming with violent emotions.

Suddenly, Athena sensed someone calling her, and she promptly turned away.

Tan Wenjie was already waiting on the throne of the Olympian gods.

“The enemy has appeared. Kratos and I will leave here and launch a surprise attack on their lair,” Tan Wenjie said. “Olympus is your responsibility.”

"Me?" She pointed to herself, then asked, "Where's the Saint Seiya?"

"I will summon them when I need them."

Tan Wenjie and Kratos disappeared from the spot, leaving Athena standing there in a daze.

After employing various schemes, racking her brains, and experiencing numerous failures, Athena never expected that she would still become the master of Olympus.

With all the gods dead and only herself remaining, she could rightfully be called the sole and most deserving God-King.

"Great God-King~"

The shouts of the Saint Seiya warriors could be heard.

Athena took a deep breath and decided to do her job well. Unfortunately, she knew very well that it would be difficult for her to take the whole of Olympus from Tan Wenjie, because the most important thing to control it was strength.

The opponent was a powerhouse he could never match in his lifetime.

"What is it?" Athena turned back to her work. (End of Chapter)