Myth: I am God!

Canaan, the wilderness.

Isaac followed behind his father and old Tyr, greeting the guests who had come from afar...

The carriage was large and luxurious, far more beautiful than any carriage Isaac had seen in Canaan... This naturally aroused his curiosity about the identity of the people inside...

A burly man stepped down from the carriage first. Isaac was startled when he jumped down; he had never seen anyone so strong. He was like a bull, and just standing there, he seemed to radiate heat...

At this moment, Father Yara stepped forward, hugged the burly man, and joked:

"Pan, why aren't you married yet? I remember you said you liked a noblewoman?"

"Aren't you good enough for her now?"

Pan paused, then shook his head and said:

"That girl fled Argos with those nobles..."

I've never seen him again.

Yara remained silent for a moment after hearing this, then patted Pan on the shoulder and said nothing more.

Just then, two more figures stepped out of the carriage.

A man who was about thirty years old and a boy who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Hey bro! Long time no see!"

When Dick saw Yara, his face lit up with joy.

However, the few stray gray hairs at his temples betrayed his weariness over the past few years...

"Long time no see, Dick!"

Yara went up and hugged Dicttis again.

Yara then noticed Perseus standing to the side, who seemed even more taciturn than before.

Although his clothes were brighter and he was more handsome.

But Yara noticed that he didn't seem as happy as he had been when Dick was still in the shantytown...

"Perseus looks a little unhappy? What's wrong?"

Yara asked curiously.

At this moment, Dick pulled Yara aside, sighed, and whispered:

"Perseus...sigh..."

"Not long ago, under political pressure, I got married..."

"And several more children were born smoothly..."

"Perhaps... he thought that once I had a direct bloodline, I wouldn't love him anymore..."

"But that's not actually the case; he's my eldest son..."

"Whether it's inheritance rights, or anything else..."

Yara shook his head upon hearing this, also at a loss.

This is a complicated matter, especially since Perseus is at such a sensitive age...

As they spoke, old Tyr approached and exchanged pleasantries with the group. Yara led them back to Canaan. Along the way, they didn't dwell on the unpleasant matters, but instead talked more about everyday life, and the changes in Canaan and Argos...

"The Hall of Heroes has recently promoted over thirty Golden Warriors... Now, the number of Golden Warriors is greater than when the former King of Argos was in power... and most of them have accumulated their achievements bit by bit through bloody trials..."

"Furthermore, we purchased a batch of magical weapons and tested them on a group of troops; the results were astonishing..."

"That kid Zack, the laborer you rescued before, I plan to make him the high priest of the temple. He is very capable, and one bottle of holy wine has attracted about one-fifth of the believers in the city... He came this time to ask for another bottle of holy wine, he is almost out."

"..."

The adults were discussing important matters in front of them.

The two children stood side by side behind, heads down, walking forward in a somewhat silent atmosphere...

Isaac kept curiously observing the guy next to him, who was two heads taller than him. He wanted to break the silence and say something, but he couldn't find a topic to talk about...

Just as Isaac was disappointed and preparing to follow his father...

Perseus spoke, noticing the wooden sword at Isaac's waist:

"You know how to wield a sword?"

Isaac paused, looked up at the boy with golden-brown hair and eyes as blue as the sky, touched the sword at his waist, nodded, and said:

"yes."

"But we're still practicing."

"Grandpa Tyr is still teaching me..."

Perseus nodded, as if recalling something, and said:

"Master Tyr is a very skilled swordsman..."

"He followed your father on a great adventure..."

Isaac shook his head:

"I've heard about it, but my father has never told me anything about it..."

Perseus pondered for a moment, his azure eyes gleaming with piercing light, and said:

"Your father is a very respectable person..."

"He is the Messiah..."

Isaac frowned and pouted:

"You say that too..."

"That's what everyone says..."

"What exactly is the Messiah?"

Perseus shook his head; he didn't actually know much more than Isaac. He changed the subject, saying:

"Never mind that for now..."

"We'll practice then; I can use a sword too."

"Let's see who's better!"

Isaac's eyes lit up, his eyebrows curved into crescents, and he said:

"OK..."

"Even though you're a little older than me, you definitely can't beat me."

Children still have a strong competitive spirit.

Back in the village, Yara led the men off to drink, leaving Isaac and Perseus at home.

They are being looked after by Hiaja and Sarah.

Yara originally wanted to expel Hiaga, after all, she had summoned an evil god. It wasn't that he feared the evil god's return; Yara believed that as long as he was there, no supernatural force would dare approach. But what would happen after he left? He wasn't sure if, after ascending to heaven, he could always protect Canaan...

However, at his wife's urging, Yara decided to keep Hiaga.

First and foremost, she is the victim of everything.

Secondly, Yara said that as long as their faith is firm, God will protect them. If they try to drive away the threat, isn't that a sign of a lack of faith?

Therefore, in the end, Hiaja stayed and accepted a long-term job at Yara's house as a nanny to take care of the children or help with housework.

Hiaja was tidying up the backyard garden, while Sarah was mending clothes.

The children, being playful, used their experience to lead Isaac and Perseus away from the adults' watchful eyes.

We found an open space.

Perseus had no sword, so he picked up a stick.

Little Isaac, on the other hand, was holding the small wooden sword his father had given him.

The wind blows across the open fields, and the grass and leaves lie flat on the ground.

Isaac, excitedly clutching his sword, took a step forward and slashed at Perseus.

Perseus tapped the wooden sword lightly with his stick, deflecting it.

Isaac plopped down on the grass.

Then the stick was pointed at Isaac's forehead...

Perseus, seeing this, was somewhat disappointed and said:

"No..."

"It seems you have absolutely no skill with a sword..."

Isaac was taken aback. He got up from the ground, picked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the side, mustered his strength, and swung it down again with both hands. Once again, Perseus easily cleaved it in two with a single blow...

"You are the son of the Messiah..."

"How could you not even withstand a single sword strike?"

Perseus's voice was filled with doubt...

But to Isaac, it sounded nothing short of mockery...

Feeling inexplicably angry, Isaac tried countless times, falling and getting up again, but he could never withstand a single blow from Perseus...

With tears in her eyes, she endured one defeat after another.

Isaac felt a little wronged. He gritted his teeth and retorted:

"I am the son of the Messiah..."

"And whose son are you?!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Perseus immediately fell silent...

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Even the sky seemed to have darkened a bit.

.......