Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Invincible Heracles, and great Karel, please stop!"

Amidst this man-made disaster, a brave hero stepped forward. He was not a hero in any way, but just an ordinary soldier from Calydon. After waking up and witnessing such a horrific scene, he mustered his courage and chose to stand in front of the two heroes.

But how could Hercules, who had been cursed by Hera and was now blinded by rage, stop his fists? This battle-hardened warrior was like a mad beast, roaring as he raised his fists and smashed them relentlessly.

Just as this brave young man was about to be beaten into a pulp, Tsurugi suddenly rushed out and pushed the brave soldier aside, using his unprepared body to take the brunt of Hercules's fist.

Hercules' fist knocked him to the ground, and in an instant he awoke. Looking at the Son of the Sun, who was clutching his chest and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he was filled with shame and cried out, "I have no honor!"

"Don't worry about it, Hercules." Tsugumi slowly stood up, seemingly unfazed by the excruciating pain from her shattered bones, and laughed heartily at Hercules.

"But this brave soldier is right. All the honors we have earned in our battles combined cannot compare to those of this brave soldier, which makes me feel ashamed."

He walked over, lifted the bewildered soldier's right hand, and shouted loudly...

"Let us pay tribute to him; he is the true hero!"

"So let's put a period to this story and end it with the final punch."

Having said that, he released his grip, rose into the sky, raised his arms, and looked at Helios's chariot, which was about to sink into the western heavens, shouting...

"Praise the Sun!!!"

In an instant, endless radiance gathered around him, healing his injuries and making him even stronger and more glorious!

Apollo, watching this scene from the clouds, danced with joy, playing beautiful songs and composing artistic poems for him. Hercules, too, gazed upon the radiant Son of the Sun and laughed heartily.

“My dearest friend, son of the sun, come, let us put a period to this epic poem!”

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736. The story of the Son of the Sun begins

"The most touching stories of heroes are those of mutual respect, cooperation, and overcoming difficulties among them."

"Just like Theseus and Piriteus, Orestes and Pylades, Castor and Pollux."

"An immortal friendship is one that serves as a footnote to an immortal chapter, more so than any princess, treasure, or even glory."

"For the great Hercules, a friend and rival who could rival him and appreciate each other was rare in the world, while the glorious Calair, though pursuing power and glory, believed that in their story, the humble soldier was the greatest hero."

“He raised the soldier’s hand and asked his name—Andreas?, a name as ordinary as his own, but the Son of the Sun proclaimed him to be the hero among heroes.”

"Thus, this mortal who would have been lost to history became the noteworthy center of this story, and later generations recognized the Son of the Sun as a rare figure in mythology who guarded the mortals."

"And without a doubt, this story will be a rare moment of joy in the decades-long arduous journey of the great Hercules, and also the beginning of the fleeting story of Calelel, which will be like a shooting star."

"Yes, very good. This should make this fable and story shine even brighter."

The voices telling stories faded into the distance, while Tsurugi opened her arms wide, fully embracing the power of the sun!

The power of the sun? Could it be the power of Helios?

No, of course not.

He chose this body to be the child of tomorrow, and he embraced the world with open arms under the sun. Rather than saying that his power came from the sun, it was more accurate to say that it came from the light in his heart.

At this moment, endless radiance nourished every cell in his body, and the injuries inflicted by Hercules quickly healed. Having made thorough preparations, he looked at the eager Hercules on the ground, and a radiant smile appeared on his face, which had been hidden in shadow.

"Are you ready?"

Hercules was speechless, but simply raised the oak club beside him. If they were to exert their strength to the fullest, then they should give it their all.

In the sky, Tomorrow's Child raised his fist, making it shine like gold.

Hercules, on the other hand, took a deep breath to squeeze out and unleash the power of Zeus's blood that lay dormant within him.

The blood flowing through his veins was not that of thunder, but the purest power of the King of Gods. No further explanation is needed, only—power!

bring it on!!!

As if an unseen figure in the void had pulled the trigger of a starting pistol, under the gaze of Calydon's people and the watchful eyes of two gods in the sky, the two heroes completed the accumulation of their power and unleashed their strongest attacks on each other!

The overwhelming power seemed to cause the very air to boil, and in the next instant, the Child of Tomorrow swooped down, and Hercules swung his oak club—

The brilliance of the collision blinded everyone for a moment!

They seemed to be blinded by the light; the radiance stole all their attention, and even Artemis in the heavens turned her gaze away.

The brilliance arrives in an instant, and vanishes in a flash.

Who will be the final victor?

It doesn't matter, because when King Oenius approached—no, it can't be said that he approached—the arena built outside the forest in front of them had completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a vast basin and canyon.

Without a doubt, this is the effect of heroes who admire each other unleashing their strongest attacks on one another.

After delivering the blow, the heroes who had crossed paths departed, leaving behind only the Horn of Abundance and two golden goblets still damp with wine.

Although we didn't see it in person, people can almost picture two incredibly powerful heroes sharing a drink and a deep respect for each other after their epic battle.

"Although they are heroes with the blood of demigods flowing through their veins, they possess power comparable to that of gods!"

"Kael, son of the sun, and Heracles, son of Zeus, are the greatest of the Greek heroes!"

How are we even worthy of being compared to them?

The heroes who were present, who were originally meant to compete with Hercules, now declared with a mixture of sadness and excitement that they felt saddened to be born in the same era as such a hero, and excited to have witnessed such a miracle and such a battle.

Undoubtedly, as they return to the sea and once again sail the Oceanus, the glory and splendor of these heroes will quickly spread throughout the world.

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One wonders how Helios would have reacted upon learning of this.

Helios: Can he be compared to Zeus's strongest son? My son?

But at this moment, the heroes' story comes to an end.

As for the origin of the story, it was Princess Ianis, whose beauty was renowned throughout Greece.

It doesn't matter, forget about her. The story of heroes who reach the pinnacle and then cherish each other is more exciting than a woman's tale.

Meanwhile, Tsurugi had already flown back with Medea, but instead of returning to Colchis, she took her to the island of Aiyu, hidden in the sea.

They landed on this secluded island shrouded in an aura of witchcraft. Medea held her brother's hand tightly, her bright eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at him.

At this moment, Medea felt that only her brother, who was strong and full of masculinity, was a true hero.

And the husband who will marry her in the future must be as great as her brother!

The instant they landed, a round magic ball suddenly flew out from the bushes beside them and hit them squarely.

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Tsurugi didn't react at all; the magic was like a gentle breeze to him. But Medea was directly hit, turning into a squealing piglet in a panic.

"Well, well, look who's here? How dare they offend the island of the great and wise witch Circe?"

A clear and melodious female voice rang out, and out of the shadows emerged a woman with pointed ears like Medea, long flowing hair, rainbow-like pupils, and eagle wings.

She laughed as she crouched down, watching Medea, who had transformed into a pig, run frantically into her arms. She picked it up, playfully teasing its nose.

"It turns out to be a lost little pig and a reckless wild boar."

"Oink oink oink oink!!!" Medea, now transformed into a pig, squealed loudly. Seeing that she couldn't continue teasing her, the witch immediately turned Medea back to normal.

"aunt!!!"

Medea glared angrily at her aunt, who, despite being an ancient, jobless goddess like Chiron, possessed a childlike personality.

"Don't be impatient, little Medea, your aunt has some fun things here..."

Like a big child, the Eagle Witch quickly produced a multitude of toys as if by magic, finally calming the angry Medea down.

Then she had time to attend to another guest standing on the beach.

"What brings this boar-like, unruly 'brother' here?"

Tsurugi looked at the strange and eccentric witch Circe in front of her. She was the daughter of the sun god Helios and the ocean nymph Perseis, the sister of King Aeetes of Colchis, and also Medea's aunt.

Circe the witch

Yes, in fact, if we're talking about the calculation of their lineage, including Aeetes, who was like a mortal, they can all be considered to be legitimate descendants of the Titans.

However, Circe did not inherit any divine power from either of her parents. Instead, she relied on magic and sorcery, and all her skills were learned from Hecate.

Aeetes, on the other hand, was like a mortal, lacking any of the power of his father. This also shows that Helios, as a Titan, had his power as a father taken away by the world.

Therefore, Circe knew perfectly well that the person before him was not his father's child.

"I came to take Medea to school—and got into a fight on the way." Tsugumi shrugged, ignoring Circe's sarcastic tone, and shamelessly said.

"I am also a guest here, 'sister,' why don't you entertain me?"

Circe rolled her eyes at the shameless fellow, snorted softly, and without a word, took Medea's hand and turned to leave.

Tsurugi followed, and after passing through the protective and illusory magic that filled the forest, they soon arrived at the hut where Circe lived.

Circe served him and Medea a cup of porridge and a glass of wine respectively. Tsurugi naturally took the latter, took a sip, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at Circe.

“Your witchcraft abilities have improved again, my sister.”

"And your strange body remains as powerful as ever." Circe looked at Tsugumi, who showed no reaction even after drinking the sake infused with his Shocking Ooal Gown spell, and said somewhat disheartenedly.

"Don't be discouraged, my resistance to magic is very strong."

Tsurugi comforted Circe, but did not finish her sentence.

If my magic resistance is 100, then my physical resistance is probably 1000 million. So, I am indeed a person who is weak to magic.

After a long journey, Medea was exhausted. Being a child, she quickly fell into a deep sleep after eating the wheat porridge.

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Circe got up, carried Medea to the bed, tucked her in, and returned to the table, but by then her expression had become very serious.

"Is the time up?" she asked softly, looking at the young man whose face was shrouded in shadow.

"Yes, in two and a half years I'll be twenty," Tsugumi said nonchalantly.

"Hecate's curse will erupt at that time, or rather—the three Fates have already discovered me and have probably woven a destiny that can destroy me."

"Aren't you afraid?" Circe asked softly, looking at the young man who spoke so lightly of his life.

"What is there to be afraid of? Death is like a cool summer night, a time for carefree and peaceful sleep!"