Myth: I am God!

Chapter 73 Crisis in the Night

A furious roar—

"I am... the son of Dicttis!"

Perseus suddenly erupted in fury, an inexplicable aura emanating from him, arcs of electricity faintly flashing across his body, and even his eyes gleaming with a bluish-purple light...

Its momentum spread like a gust of wind, blowing the grass into circular outlines.

Isaac was so frightened by this imposing aura that he sat down on the ground, clutching his sword.

Staring blankly at the handsome, somewhat mystical young man before her...

For no apparent reason, Isaac felt a surge of panic. He sat on the ground, repeatedly pushing his legs forward and moving his body backward...

When Perseus saw Isaac's expression on the ground, he realized the strange change in himself, and his expression immediately changed, and he became panicked.

Immediately, Perseus gritted his teeth, seemingly suppressing a surge of emotion, threw down the wooden stick, turned, and ran away into the distance...

Until Perseus's figure disappeared into the wilderness.

Isaac belatedly got up, filled with curiosity and doubt.

I glanced at the sky.

He then went home, looking back every few steps.

But after returning home covered in mud and filthy...

Isaac did not see Perseus.

He didn't come back...

Isaac believed it was his fault for upsetting others and causing them to run away. Fearing being scolded by the adults, he kept it a secret from his mother.

Hiaja, who was mute, frowned and stammered as she realized one of her children was missing. Isaac, however, assured her that Perseus would be back soon and begged her not to tell her mother.

However, it wasn't until night fell.

The father and the adults all returned home after drinking, but Perseus still hadn't returned...

At this moment, Isaac felt a little panicked.

He took someone out, but didn't bring them back... What if Perseus encountered something bad outside...?

He'll definitely get hung up and whipped by his father...

So, while the adults were still exchanging pleasantries outside, little Isaac, quick-witted and agile, slipped out again under the cover of night, attempting to reach the wilderness and find Perseus before the adults came to their senses.

In the evening, the moonlight was bright.

Isaac stole a torch from the street to use as a light in the night.

He called out to Perseus in the wilderness...

Since he did not know Perseus's name, he called him by it—

"Son of Dicttis!"

"Where are you, son of Dicttis—"

Isaac still had that small wooden sword hanging at his waist, his thin shadow swaying in the firelight, with a sky full of stars and moonlight above him, and a vast wilderness and fog below.

He carried a torch and arrived at the place where they had tested their swordsmanship during the day.

Perseus is long gone...

However, Isaac had a special talent: he had an excellent memory and could never forget anything he had seen.

Then, after a moment's recollection, he remembered the direction Perseus had fled in during the day...

The sky was growing dim; the once bright moonlight had been obscured by clouds and mist, and a thick fog rose over the open fields. The villages behind were now just scattered, orange-yellow lights in the twilight...

In the distance, darkness was shrouded in thick fog.

When Isaac saw the unsettling darkness and thick fog ahead, he felt a little scared. After all, he was only six or seven years old and still a child. Usually, when he got up at night to pee, he would stick to Shiaja to light a candle for him.

But then, Isaac gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, and, holding the torch, stepped into the darkness...

He wants to bring Perseus back...

This is a responsibility, something his father had taught him more than once.

As a man, you must shoulder your responsibilities...

"Son of Dicttis, where are you~"

Isaac kept calling out in the darkness, and the firelight brought him a sense of security.

He drifted further and further away from the village and town, gradually heading towards the forest.

Meanwhile, the firelight in the villages and towns behind them had been completely covered by the night.

He couldn't see anything...

Darkness and fog enveloped everything in front, behind, and all around; the only sound was the rustling of footsteps on the grass.

And each call, as if sinking into a swamp, was swallowed by the wilderness and the night, not even an echo could be heard...

He was lost in the boundless darkness.

Fear gradually enveloped Isaac...

In the darkness, he recalled the ancient and terrifying stories told by the adults: the horrifying walking corpses, the pale ghosts, the man-eating Nemean lions, and the black-skinned goat-hoofed men who lured children away...

Children's imaginations are always rich; it's as if those terrifying illusions are hidden in the darkness, and those monsters will reveal themselves from the fog at any moment...

"Where are you, son of Dicttis?"

Isaac's voice was much softer, and it even had a slight tremor.

Clearly, he was somewhat frightened.

Isaac's panic reached its peak, and he decided to go back the way he came and let the adults find Perseus.

And at that very moment...

The howling of wolves could be heard from not far away, along with the faint sounds of fighting...

Isaac was startled, but he suppressed his fear and held the wooden sword in one hand and the torch in the other.

He then ran towards the direction of the sound...

This place is near a forest; we parted the bushes and grass.

Under the moonlight, he witnessed an astonishing scene—

Four or five bloodthirsty white wolves surrounded a boy, their eyes gleaming with a scarlet, ferocious light...

"Son of Dicttis!"

Isaac immediately recognized the boy as Perseus, who had gone missing during the day.

He was horrified and instinctively wanted to help, but as he took a step, he stopped. He realized he was no match for those wolves...

Those are wolves! How could these little kids possibly defeat them?

As he hesitated, the pack of wolves pounced on Perseus from one side to the other, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the dim moonlight, their jaws snapping down towards Perseus's neck...

Perseus was wounded in several places, bleeding profusely, and wielding a wooden club. When the white wolf pounced, he could only barely dodge its fangs, but its sharp claws had already slashed several gruesome wounds across his chest...

However, Perseus paid no heed to the pain. He struck the white wolf in the abdomen with his club. The white wolf howled in pain and staggered back a few steps. As one white wolf retreated, the rest of the white wolves attacked it.

Perseus spun like a top, constantly fending off the attacks from all sides, barely managing to hold on...

However, his injuries multiplied, and blood soaked through the boy's clothes.

Isaac in the grass was completely stunned...

He had never seen such a tough guy, and he wasn't even an adult; he was just a kid.

And so it is.

Perseus, battling wolves under the moonlight, became an indelible image in Isaac's childhood...

but...

Continuing to wait and see is definitely not a solution.

Perseus was clearly struggling to hold on; his body was swaying slightly...

He had to figure something out; he had to help...

Just then, Isaac noticed a white wolf poised to attack Perseus's back from his blind spot... He had to help!

At that moment, Isaac overcame his instinctive fear!