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

"Caw!!! Daddy, help me!!!"

"That shameful thing!!!"

On Mount Olympus, Hera stared, her face ashen, at the bound Hermes.

“It’s not entirely his fault. Hermes is too young and not good at fighting,” Apollo said to Hermes, then volunteered.

"Queen, please allow me to exchange Hermes for Hermes."

Hera was extremely frustrated, but she had no choice but to accept it. And soon after, Apollo arrived.

Accompanied by a golden radiance, Apollo slowly descended from the temple. This blond-haired, blue-eyed god, perfectly embodying the idealized image of Europeans in later generations, didn't immediately look at Hermes, but instead gave Tsurugi a captivating smile.

"Ah, son of the Titans, son of tomorrow, your body is so strong and majestic, as firm as the peaks of Uriah!"

Tsugumi: ......?

Although there was no evidence, Tsugumi felt that this God of Light must want to have sex with her!

So he frowned, immediately shielding Hermes in front of him, and said warily.

“Apollo, right? I’ll give Hermes back to you. You can take back the plague, and then tell the other gods to come at me with whatever they want!”

"Do as you please, but don't blame the Colkis. Be a man!"

Apollo paused for a moment, then his clear, handsome eyes revealed a smoky, almost ethereal look.

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“Oh, you are truly a brave hero,” Apollo praised.

“Very well, on behalf of the gods I will take back the plague from the Colchis and promise that I will never again inflict curses and diseases upon the Colchis.”

“If so, I, Apollo, will bear all of this for the Colchis people.”

“Alright!” Tsurugi nodded, pushing Hermes back, along with his boots.

It's a good product, but it has no interest in wearing the same old boots that other grown men have worn for who knows how many years!

Hermes, now free, twisted his wrist, gave Tsurugi a reproachful look, then his eyes lit up with a mischievous grin. He deliberately shouted loudly at Olympus...

"Thank you for your magnanimity, my 'brother'! Your strength is indeed extraordinary, and I believe our father will not blame you."

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743. Tsurugi: Now, I'm in charge here!

As we all know, if you want to rave about an awesome hero but don't know how to create a backstory for him, there's one option that's absolutely right.

Zeus!!!

In reality, Zeus is actually a chief god whose reputation has been severely damaged.

The goal was for all the Greek city-states to acknowledge him as the sole supreme god. Once this major backdrop was established, these city-states, if they wanted to promote their own heroes and gods, would have to strive to emulate Zeus.

They couldn't be Zeus's elders, since they were all losers. And since the number of his brothers and sisters was already fixed, they could only start with his sons.

And coincidentally—and you know what—the creation of the character Hercules was a success!

Such an incredibly powerful being, if you were to say he was a descendant of another god, no one would accept it.

But you're saying he's the son of Zeus?

That's not surprising, that's not surprising.

Just like in modern entertainment creation, if you want to give the protagonist a background to be powerful without the system-based genre, you can only start with bloodline and background.

After all, the idea that "like father, like son" is universally acknowledged.

In short, Zeus became the first breed of horse in Greece for this very reason.

This mindset is also very useful in the world of Origin Mythology.

Theseus was suspected of being Zeus's son more than once before his identity was revealed. Regardless of whether he was or not, the name of Zeus's son can explain everything!

Now, Hermes himself says that the Thrush is his 'brother'.

That jerk deserves a beating! He's obviously framing me!

Tsurugi's face darkened, but Hermes had already run away, leaving only Apollo behind—but faced with the burning gaze of the god of light, Tsurugi didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

So he turned and ran away, disappearing from the temple in a flash. Even from a distance, one could still hear the sounds of violin playing mixed with ambiguous singing.

Damn it, why do these ancient people like being gay so much?

Dongjiang returned to the palace cursing, while things were not so peaceful on Mount Olympus.

Hera grabbed Hermes by the face and lifted him up, her expressionless face masking her raging fury.

"Hermes, give me an explanation! Is that fellow yet another bastard son of Zeus?!"

"Wowowowo." Hermes struggled, both nodding and shaking his head.

In the end, Poseidon and Athena, unable to bear it any longer, pulled the two apart. After Hera sat down, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it seemed, and the angrier she became.

Does it matter if he is the son of Zeus? Of course it matters!

This concerns whether that cheating old bastard will suddenly interfere!

Of course, Hera wasn't so easily swayed. Although Hermes spoke ambiguously, Hera wasn't entirely convinced.

She was even more skeptical about whether Helios could raise such a son.

After all, the Titans have long since gone too far, and most of them have lost their sense of self and merged into the world, just like the original gods, or were forced to leave—this world is just that cruel to the gods of the opposition!

Although Helios preserved his position by surrendering during the Titan War, the end of the Titan era was inevitable. Although he still held a prestigious and powerful position by controlling the sun, he no longer possessed the 'patriarchal authority' to raise powerful offspring.

In the world of origin mythology, the status and power of a male deity can be determined solely by the power of his offspring, without considering anything else. If you can raise powerful offspring, it means that you still possess the powerful patriarchal authority of a male deity. But if you cannot, it means that your authority has been denied by the world.

At that time, even the most revered deities will inevitably see their power gradually diluted and dissipated.

No, we have to speed things up and kill this guy before that old bastard gets back!

With that in mind, Hera immediately looked at the sacred fire—she decided to urge the Argonauts to speed up their progress!

At this moment, Tsurugi, who had returned to the palace, saw not only the corpse of Aeetes, but also Medea and Absyltus guarding his bedside.

Upon seeing Tsurugi return, Absylthos was so excited that he wanted to rush forward and hug his brother, but Medea pulled him behind her.

"...Should I call you Your Majesty?" Medea looked at Tsurugi with a complicated expression and said softly.

Tsugumi knew she was worried, and might even be blaming him for something, so he explained everything directly.

“Before Aeetes died, he swore an oath to me that the responsibility for the Golden Fleece, along with the kingdom, would belong to me. But I do not want Colchis. I will protect the Golden Fleece and return the throne to your brother after this mess is over!”

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He paused, looked at the treacherous witch before him, and said frankly.

“Medea, you are my sister. I sincerely hope that you can be happy, so—you'd better not get involved in what happens next.”

Medea, upon hearing this, merely glanced at Tsurugi with a slight flicker of her gaze. She remained silent for a long time before leaving with her younger brother.

Tsuruga arrived beside Aeetes' body, looked at the sleeping old man, and sighed.

"Ugh, you old codger, what a hassle! I'd rather fight a hundred giants than deal with personnel issues like this..."

......

"And so the Son of the Sun, who had killed countless kings, became the king of Colchis, even though he did not want to be."

"Such deeds and such events are destined to provide him with countless creative spaces for conspiracy theories in later works."

"After all, it's hard for people to believe that someone who has murdered many kings was 'legally' granted the throne."

"However, he won't hold the throne for long, after all, he knows very well that the accident woven by the three sisters of fate is just around the corner."

"But this might be bad news, after all, the early death of a regicide who usurped the throne will only fuel more conspiracy theories..."

As soon as Tsuruga woke up, she heard the old man's incessant mutterings beside her.

"Oh, shut up." He said irritably, raising his middle finger.

The voice paused briefly, then continued slowly.

"But the young son of the sun should understand that the heroes who came seeking the Golden Fleece have arrived here ahead of time."

Dongjiang narrowed his eyes, and sure enough, not long after, he heard a panicked report from a soldier.

A huge ship has arrived at Colkis!

Not long after, inside the palace of Colchis—

The heroes from the Argo finally arrived at the end of their journey, their heads held high.

"King Aeetes, I am Jason, prince of Thessaly, son of Aeson, grandson of Creteus. We have come with the purpose of peace!"

A handsome, young hero with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in armor, holding an olive branch symbolizing peace, arrived at the palace to pay homage to the king, accompanied by several other heroes.

This handsome and young hero was so spirited and confident because they had already endured countless trials at sea.

With only one objective remaining, how could a mere Colkis possibly withstand them?

“Our goal is the Golden Fleece of Colchis; we need to obtain it.”

Jason did not conceal his purpose in coming here to take the Golden Fleece, even though it was extremely rude, even offensive.

After all, it is extremely rude to lead a group of people to another country and demand to take away their national treasure, which is said to be closely related to the king's life.

But so what? That's what heroes are like; they can ignore everything else for the sake of their great adventure!

“Son of Essonne, I have heard of your father’s name; he was a hero. And the fact that you can lead so many heroes shows that you are very capable.”

"Your teacher is also very capable, Chiron. How is he? Oh no, no, no, this is not the time to talk about that."

A faint sound came from behind the curtain.

"But—if you want to get the Golden Fleece, you must pass a test."

"Tell me," Jason said resolutely, "I will do anything for revenge and to fulfill my vow!"

"Let alone one test, even if there were a hundred or a thousand, I would never refuse!"

“Oh, that’s not necessary, but I must correct you on one thing.” The voice from behind the curtain suddenly became younger and more playful.

“King Aeetes passed away the day before you arrived. Now, I am in charge here.”

An invisible wind blew back the curtain, and then a young man descended the steps.