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

And leading and commanding them were Arceus and Polyphelios, the kings of the giants!

They are incredibly strong and invulnerable to weapons; standing firmly on the earth, they possess boundless power and immortal bodies.

Under their command, Hephaestus's bronze giants were quickly defeated, and the god of craftsmen could only flee back to Olympus in a sorry state!

"Attack! Attack! Attack! Destroy Olympus! Destroy everything they have!!!"

Arcyonius roared and ordered the Golden Legion to advance, while they stacked the three mountains, which they had converted into fortresses, one after another, intending to use the mountains as a base to attack the summit of Olympus.

Meanwhile, the other battlefields on Olympus were also overwhelmed with other matters and unable to attend to their own concerns.

Apollo and Artemis, driving Helios's chariot of the sun god, pulling the sun of hope transformed from the body of Tsurugi's previous incarnation, confront Hyperion, who has returned from time, and the stars high in the sky.

Perhaps it was the sun, which was the embodiment of the thrush, that nourished Apollo, and also because Hyperion limited the power of the original sun, Apollo quickly suppressed Hyperion.

But what they would immediately face were two celestial titans who commanded the stars of the universe—Crios and Coeus.

They have successfully destroyed all the constellations that the gods have ascended into the universe, and then they are continuously hurling these dead constellations, along with other stars, at Olympus!

Apollo and Artemis fired their arrows, destroying countless falling meteors, but there were so many stars in the sky that they were overwhelmed!

In the endless churning sea, Poseidon, in his rage, constantly unleashed earthquakes and tsunamis that shook the world, but his enemies far outnumbered his army!

Oceanus, the Titan who circled the ocean, was one of the Titans who supported and helped Zeus. However, he still met a tragic end. But it doesn't matter; as the eldest of the twelve Titans, he was a purer embodiment of the sea than Poseidon.

Therefore, almost all the river gods, ocean goddesses, and sea gods in the ocean are his offspring, and even more than half of the army commanded by Poseidon are descendants of Oceanus!

Therefore, after the war began, almost the entire Poseidon army defected.

But if that were all, what's even more terrifying is that all the sea monsters under Poseidon's command also rebelled!

This was because Oceanus was also working with another sea god, Phorcys, the son of Gaia and the primordial sea Pontus, who was known as the father of sea monsters.

He and his mate Ceto gave birth to numerous sea monsters, including the Gorgon sisters, the Grea sisters, and Echidna. If Typhon is the progenitor of all monsters on earth, then Phorcys is Typhon of the sea.

Of course, when it comes to divine power, Poseidon still has the advantage, not to mention that he also holds the terrifying power of earthquakes.

But regardless, facing two opponents alone, Poseidon inevitably found himself in a passive and debilitating situation. Unable to secure victory, he could only watch helplessly as the world was ravaged by endless seawater and sea monsters!

The same was true for almost all other battlefields.

Athena faced Mnemosyne, the creator of memory, language, and writing, alongside Ares, Iapetus, the ancestor of mankind, and his three sons—Atlas, Prometheus, and Menotius—as their common enemy.

Prometheus, holding aloft the stolen Olympian flame, grapples with Hestia, while Demeter, unleashing a chilling cold, opposes Phoebe, the Titan of Light who can dispel all cold!

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Most importantly, besides Typhon, who was released to face Zeus, the biggest mastermind supporting the entire Titan alliance was—

"Destroy Olympus, at all costs!!!"

An ancient roar came from the depths of the earth, and the owner of that voice was Gaia, the mother of the earth, the oldest and only one of the two primordial gods who still retains her identity today!

The Titans were born from her, and so were the gods. As the grandmother of all people, Gaia's authority and power are beyond question.

With Gaia's support, as long as Titan stands on the earth, it will never fall!

The war continued almost endlessly, but humanity, as the battlefield and the backdrop, was led to its innocent demise.

Sparta and Mycenae, two city-states near the sea, exhausted themselves in the war and had few soldiers left. They were overwhelmed by the endless sea monsters.

Athens was destroyed by more than a dozen falling meteorites.

Troy—which was arguably the place most severely affected by the disaster.

The gates of Hades were ripped open from there, and all the Titans and giants emerged to start the war. Humanity's legendary war, fought with all its might, suddenly turned into their hell.

Now, the Ancestor of All Demons has arrived here. As massive as Mount Olympus, it is constantly shaking this colossal mountain with the power of Gaia!

Zeus has already launched his attack, but without lightning, he cannot defeat Typhon in a short time, and—

Even if we defeat it, it will be too late.

Because of the simultaneous shaking caused by Gaia and Typhon, the entire foundation of Olympus began to tremble wildly, and with the climbing and destruction by the giants and Titans, this eternal mountain was on the verge of collapse.

"Humanity was destroyed, Olympus fell, and even if Zeus had won, it would have been a chaotic endeavor."

Dionysus, seemingly oblivious to the tremors and destruction around him, slowly swirled his cup and said...

"So, as always, Zeus could only accept the result of it happening again."

In this war between the Titans and the gods, no one emerged victorious.

Time will allow everything to start over.

This is a cyclical war that no one can win. Fate, time, Cronus who seized the First Cause and Zeus, the god-king who was not yet omnipotent, will endlessly cycle through eternal reincarnation.

All of this was caused by Tsurugi, the butterfly, flapping its wings in a tiny way.

"So—" Tsugumi raised an eyebrow, looking at the scene of utter chaos outside.

Are you trying to say that all of this is a responsibility I have to take on?

"No, no, no, no, my friend! Responsibility? I would never bring up such a heavy topic."

Dionysus laughed heartily, pointing at the Tsurugi River.

"Do whatever you want. If you do nothing, then all that Kronos and I know is a remnant of a period of time. Only when you do it, and do the exact same thing, will everything become a predetermined event."

As he spoke, he spilled the dusty wine from his hand onto the ground and shrugged.

"No matter what, hasn't your trip to the mythology world already been more than worthwhile? What you do is entirely up to you."

"—However, if you want to start your third life."

Dionysus, as if by magic, produced a bottle of Cronus's Sands of Time from behind his back, and grinned at Tsurugi.

“I’ve always been here, and we can embark on an even greater journey at any time—oh, this isn’t enough; it can only take you back thirty-three years.”

“The problem is, my body and power have already remained with Cronus.” Tsugumi looked at Dionysus, her eyes filled with questioning.

"Moreover, if I were to return to the past in which I existed, interfering with my own actions would not be possible."

“Fate, time, and cause and effect are indeed intertwined, which is difficult to understand—” Dionysus swirled the golden liquid in his hand, revealing a mysterious smile.

"You'll know once you drink it,"

“Let’s begin then, but I need to slip away for a bit—” Tsugumi pondered for a moment, then extended her hand towards Dionysus and shrugged.

"I want to see first what kind of results my image in this mythological world will produce in other worlds."

"As for my third life, let it flow naturally."

Tsurugi didn't want to understand complicated things like fate and time. He only needed to know that after things happened, he would naturally know how things would develop.

Rather than continuing this game, he now wants to go to other worlds to see what kind of results his mythological stories, which he has created, will bear after reflecting on the heavens.

“As you wish.” Dionysus poured the Sands of Time into a new glass of wine and handed it to Tsurugi.

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Without a second thought, Tsurugi took the wine, raised the glass, and quickly drank the golden liquid in one gulp.

As a dizzying sensation swept over him, before Tsurugi could temporarily leave this world, he felt his consciousness flow into that infinite expanse of time. And once again, Homer's aged voice rang in his ears.

"When the Titan King arrogantly thought that he had surpassed fate by seizing time, fate sent him a blade that even fate itself could not wield."

"The child destined to save the world returned to thirty-three years ago. At that moment of destiny, when he entered the underworld, he was able to glimpse his own secrets and the reason why he always returned to the underworld after each death."

"Because, his true identity in this world, from beginning to end, has only been one and only, and that is—"

"I'm sorry, my child, I'm so sorry..."

A person draped in black gauze, their face etched with sorrow, gazed at the adorable infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed in a cradle. They kissed the baby's forehead and murmured in a voice filled with pain and helplessness,

"I can't let you stay by my side. I can't risk exposing you to the gaze of Olympus. I want you to live. I bless you, I bless you with everything I have..."

A tear rolled down the goddess's cheek, falling onto the dark, barren land of the underworld, where it sprouted into a cluster of bright red pomegranates.

She placed her newborn child in a cradle, and with pain, helplessness, and sorrow, she positioned it above Styx.

What a cruel mother she must be to put her newborn child in a cradle and throw her into the River Styx!

However, she was so full of sorrow and helplessness that there was no doubt that she was a mother who had no choice but to make such a sad and painful decision.

Because she was thinking of her children and her husband, unlike the rumors circulating among mortals. She deeply loved her husband and her children, but she already knew from the prophecy that the existence of her son would incur the wrath of Olympus.

He was a child who should not have been born, yet for some reason he was born anyway. The mother was overjoyed at the birth of her child, but also terrified of the terrible future that lay ahead.

How could she and her husband possibly rival the great Olympus? All she could do was place this child, who should not have been born, in a cradle and exile him to the Styx River, hoping that the capricious nature of fate would bring even the slightest glimmer of hope.

Heartbroken, she let go of her child, watching him drift downstream on the River Styx. Then, weeping, she made her way toward the exit of the underworld.

For the safety of her children and husband, she must leave the underworld, and—never return.

But what the mistress of the underworld didn't know was that shortly after she turned away, a wisp of sand in time returned an identical infant to the spot. Soon after, a dark spirit of the underworld discovered the child, along with the ornaments on his body that symbolized the highest status in the underworld, and a letter.

Time passed, and the husband, who had searched in vain for his wife, returned to his palace. It was the heart of the underworld, and in its magnificent halls sat a burly man with a blood-red crown, crimson eyes, and skin as white as stone.

He looked sadly at the farewell letter in his arms. The Lord of the Underworld didn't know why his wife had suddenly left him. But—his gaze fell on the babbling baby in his swaddling clothes.

This is his child, a 'son' he shouldn't have had.

His rough hands carefully lifted the baby from the swaddling clothes, held him up, and looked into his burning eyes, murmuring the name his mother had given him.

"Zagreius (Ζαγρεο?)"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Next, I'll write a short story about going back to the moon in four or five days to casually fight a broken cup war, to transition and show the changes, and then fill in a few plot holes from before, before returning to the story of the third life.

A masterpiece by the Life Extractor: "Traversing the Heavens, Can You Be Smarter Than Me?"

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758. [Temporarily Returning to the Type-Moon] For unofficial history, you still have to look to the moon!

Dongjiang was not in Greece at that time.

After completing his reincarnation, he turned his gaze to other worlds.

His third reincarnation in that world—his soul will naturally continue to act in a way that eliminates Tsugumi's memories, but Tsugumi doesn't know what it will become or what choices it will make, and she's too lazy to care.

After all, he just wants to take a break now and see how much impact he's had.