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

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Just as destiny is in the hands of the three sisters, the three Furies also possess the unparalleled power of vengeance. Their vengeance is endless, and the unjust will inevitably be punished!

Making a vow of revenge means embarking on a relentless pursuit of your target. The goddess will help you relentlessly hunt down your enemy, but—there's a prerequisite.

If your target has not triggered the vows of the Furies, then you must offer your own blood and flesh as a sacrifice. And if you are unable to exact revenge, the three Furies will take your hatred along with them, taking your soul with them.

The consequences sound horrible, as if Peleus were committing a crime. But if it were for the sake of avenging his only blood relative, making such a vow would be perfectly reasonable.

Jason remained silent and hesitant, because after he calmed down, he seemed to think that what Tsurugi had said was not unfounded.

His uncle was the enemy who had usurped his father's throne, and the conditions he offered were so harsh. Moreover, to be honest, his relationship with this 'uncle' was quite distant...

Seeing Jason's silence and embarrassment, the intelligent and wise Orpheus spoke first.

“Perhaps we should just try to steal the Golden Fleece,” he said softly, stroking his lyre.

"My respected muse inspires me, and perhaps only the most direct method can yield results."

"...Alright, next, we will use any means necessary to obtain the Golden Fleece from him."

Jason took a deep breath and finally decided on the course of action.

Whether by theft, ambush, or any other means, do everything in your power to steal the Golden Fleece from Tsurugi!

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745. Invincible, invincible, invincible Son of the Sun! (Two chapters combined into one)

call out! ! !

An arrow, shrouded in green light, shot from behind Dongjiang and headed towards him as he was eating rice under a tree.

Without even looking, he caught the arrow, stuffed the baked apple into his mouth, and mumbled towards Atalanta, who was hidden in the distance on the mountain peak, radiating green divine power.

"Good aim, but lacking in power—"

bump!

The arrow in his hand exploded instantly, turning into hundreds of sharp spikes that covered his entire body. But even a concentrated attack was ineffective, let alone a scattered one.

His steel body emitted a clanging sound, a blow that effectively distracted him.

The coordinated attacks came almost one after another.

Theseus roared and suddenly emerged from behind his head, club in hand. Bound by the threads of Ariadne, he crossed the boundary of the shadows of the underworld and appeared in that instant.

Unprepared for his appearance, Tsurugi received a solid blow to the head—an attack powerful enough to wield a staff.

The attack itself was insignificant, but the Poseidon's divine power attached to it caused Tsurugi's vision to go black.

"Now!!!"

The two prophets, Idmun and Morpheus, had foreseen Tsurugi's next move, and so they roared the moment he stood up.

Castor and Pollux, the twins of Sparta, moved with perfect movements and their respective boxing skills, and stepped forward to restrain Tsurugi's feet.

In the heavens, the Boreadian brothers, Zethes and Karais, sons of Boreas, the god of the north wind, possessed wings and could fly. Thus, they soared through the sky, carrying their father's cold, icy chill as they hurtled towards the hands of the thrush.

In an instant, he froze Tsurugi's arms as well.

Orpheus, playing the lyre, composed a hypnotic song; his gentle voice seemed like an invitation to the realm of dreams.

The Son of the Sun's vision grew increasingly dim and dark.

From the distant sniping position, the hero Linkos, who was in charge of the lookout work on the Argo and could see things underground and in the far distance, immediately gave the order.

"shoot!!!"

Possessed by Artemis's power, Atalanta once again drew her bow and shot an arrow, this time aimed directly at the groin of the Son of the Sun.

A vicious and effective strike; even the gods in the heavens would instinctively bend their knees in the face of such an attack.

But the Son of the Sun did not; the crimson ray shot from his eyes burned and broke the arrow, which contained divine power, halfway through its flight!

He blew out a cold wind that instantly froze the Castor and Pollux brothers beneath his feet, just as he was about to break free.

Jason, who had somehow borrowed the invisibility hood that Hades had once given to Perseus, launched his attack at the perfect moment.

But, just as his hopeful hand finally touched that soft wool—

"Just kidding!" The Son of the Sun suddenly burst into laughter, and in an instant, the invisible biofield around him immediately exerted its power.

In the blink of an eye, he had defeated many heroes around him, including Jason, who was on the verge of fulfilling his dream!

The heroes were knocked to the ground, and when they looked up, all they saw was the crimson cloak of the Son of the Sun, which seemed to blend into Helios in the sky.

"You all need to work a little harder," he commented, like an elder.

"The teamwork was excellent, almost perfect, but the stats were just a little off. Don't be discouraged, even Heraex can't beat me."

"You're talking nonsense!" Jason, panting on the ground, still cursed loudly.

"How dare you compare yourself to Hellaxus!"

Dongjiang smiled without saying a word, but simply raised his hand, made a gesture with his index finger and thumb, and said with a smile.

"Perhaps you need more blessings from the gods. Go back and try again, but—"

"You only have one day left."

Having said all this, Tsurugi vanished in an instant, while Jason lay sprawled on the ground, panting as he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above.

"Gods above, he is truly too powerful! How can we defeat this Titan!"

His words, almost a surrender, silenced the Argonauts around him—they had already exhausted every means at their disposal.

Planning, wisdom, strength, and even praying for the blessings of the gods.

But none of this mattered—the previous attempt was the closest they had ever come to success.

"Didn't you two say you saw a successful future?"

Theseus angrily pointed his staff at the two prophetic brothers, Idmun and Maphthos, but their answer was equally bitter.

"We cannot see the future of victory; we only see the moment Jason touches the Golden Fleece... I'm afraid even the gods cannot see further into the future."

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No one spoke.

An awkward silence spread among them.

They couldn't win. They had tried their best, but there was still no hope in sight.

The feeling was as if I were facing Hercules.

Even the son of Zeus did not possess so many abilities. Karl El was not someone that could be described as a son of the Titans; he was clearly a living Titan!

"Perhaps we can choose to do it one last time."

Just then, Orpheus put away his lyre and came to the crowd. A dark look appeared on his pale and handsome face, and he said in a low voice...

"As the saying goes, great cities are often breached from within. If we cannot break through these impregnable walls from the outside—"

"Perhaps, our only option is to try and breach this invincible fortress from within, and coincidentally, I have a friend..."

Jason listened without saying a word, but simply sat up and silently lowered his head.

Meanwhile, on Mount Olympus...

The gods were less annoyed and more intrigued, finding it quite amusing.

“So close, just a hair’s breadth away!” Poseidon said with great interest, stroking his sky-blue whiskers, which were covered with various small sea creatures.

"Perhaps we can offer more blessings next time."

"His body was probably soaked in the waters of the underworld, otherwise it could not be so indestructible."

Ares analyzed the situation from a professional perspective—that even with the divine power he had given it, it could not be easily penetrated, indicating that it was not a power from the mortal world.

Perhaps, as Ares said, it was a blessing bestowed upon him by being immersed in the River Styx, making him invincible and unkillable in the mortal world, or perhaps there are other possibilities.

But in any case, at this moment, the gods on Mount Olympus had only one question.

—Where did this guy come from?

Undoubtedly, although he claimed to be the son of Helios and seemed to absorb the power of the sun as if it illuminated all things, no one believed that he was a descendant of the Titan sun god.

Driven by curiosity, the gods took action, attempting many times to uncover the shadows concealing Tsurugi's face, but all their attempts failed.

What concealed his face was an incredibly powerful magic. This magic existed solely based on the bond of fate, a bond that even the power of the gods could not break.

So, where did he come from? Was he truly the son of Zeus? If so, who was his mother?

The numerous questions and the unfulfilled curiosity undoubtedly gave the gods in heaven a rare sense of motivation, but one of them was not so happy.

"Perhaps you're here thinking about how to defeat this primordial Titan."

Hera, seated on the throne, spoke with a dark expression. She still referred to this person of unknown lineage as the Son of Titan—after all, she was unwilling to admit that her husband had cheated on her again and given birth to such a powerful child until there was solid evidence.

Look at Olympus, Apollo, Hermes, Artemis, Dionysus—the twelve Olympian gods are almost all occupied by his illegitimate children!

With another illegitimate son of Zeus who is so powerful and may have an extremely noble lineage, is it possible that the twelve Olympian gods will add another illegitimate son to their list?

The benevolent Hestia willingly abdicated in favor of Dionysus for the sake of family harmony, so who was next? Demeter? Or her?

“Your Majesty, we are racking our brains—but I think unless we break with convention and take matters into our own hands, we will likely find it difficult to stop this powerful demigod.”

Apollo feigned sorrow, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

His relationship with Artemis and Hera was one of mutual respect—or rather, respect built on mutual deterrence and apprehension.

Hera called him Lord of Light and Artemis Queen of the Silver Bow. She acknowledged their status in exchange for the siblings' reconciliation regarding Hera's past pursuit of them and their mother.

Hera, of course, knew this as well, so she ignored Apollo's sarcastic remarks and continued...

"He murdered all the kings of the world."

"So what? They're just mortals." Artemis casually plucked the string of her silver bow.

"Whether king or hero, mortals are just mortals, nothing more than a handful of dust—is Olympus going to use that as an excuse to punish him?"

"If we have to find such a baseless excuse, it would be better to just start a war with him directly."

Just when it seemed Hera was in a predicament among the Olympian gods, with no one to help her, Poseidon suddenly volunteered.

“Don’t worry, Hera, I think Aphrodite and I will solve the Golden Fleece problem.”