Myth: I am God!

the next day.

To Old Tyre's surprise...

Isaac, carrying his sword, returned to his courtyard.

As if yesterday's high-intensity training had never happened, his body felt no discomfort whatsoever.

You should know that the intensity of that training would take even an adult several days to recover from.

What about a child?

"Grandpa Tyr, I didn't do it yesterday..."

"However, I'm determined to swing a thousand times today!"

Isaac gritted his teeth, picked up the heavy iron sword on his own, stood in a proper stance, and began to swing it at the air, again and again.

"one..."

"two..."

"three..."

"..."

Apart from taking a short break during lunch.

Isaac was completely absorbed in training.

Sunlight shone on Isaac, and glistening beads of sweat dripped down his body with each movement.

At night.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight..."

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine..."

"one thousand!"

With a clang, the iron sword crashed to the ground, and Isaac fell to the ground as well.

Old Tyr nodded to himself upon seeing this.

Isaac's progress was remarkable, even phenomenal...

Perhaps, if Isaac had enough time, he could have surpassed Perseus?

Old Tyr pondered for a moment, then picked up Isaac, who had once again trained to the point of fainting, and carried him back to Yara's house...

And on the third day...

As expected, Isaac came again.

It seems that his training has no side effects.

Muscle strains and fatigue can recover in just one night.

He will be able to recover completely...

Old Tyr was astonished when he understood all this.

Looking at Isaac's strong back, just like his father's,

Old Tyr murmured:

"Perhaps you are not as good as Perseus..."

"Learn by analogy, and integrate knowledge..."

"But you possess a different kind of talent—"

"Unwavering determination."

The days passed by.

Having a target to pursue and a goal to strive for,

Young Isaac was no longer as mischievous as before, but instead devoted himself to sword training, carrying his sword to Old Tyr's courtyard every day to receive Old Tyr's instruction.

As his swordsmanship improved, his body gradually grew taller and bigger...

The following year.

Old Tyr observed Isaac's demonstration of each move, nodded, and gave the following assessment:

"You could barely call it a beginner."

"Many adults don't reach this level."

Isaac was overjoyed to hear this, and then he asked:

"Can they defeat Perseus?"

Old Tyr smiled but said nothing more...

Just then, a message reached their ears—

Dicttis returned with Perseus.

It seems that the father and son treat Canaan as a resort, coming here once a year during their leisure time.

Upon hearing this news, Isaac was both surprised and delighted.

We were just looking forward to testing the results of his year-long training, and now the opportunity has come!

Immediately.

He approached Perseus.

Perseus's childishness has faded considerably, and his features seem more defined than last year. His azure eyes now hold a touch of composure, and he is now nearly two heads taller than Isaac.

"Let's have a showdown!"

"This time, I will definitely not lose to you!"

Isaac, holding the wooden sword, pointed it at Perseus, his heart filled with fighting spirit...

Perseus, seeing this, chuckled softly, shook his head, and said:

"No, forget it, you can't beat me."

Isaac paused, then shook his head and said:

"I practice swordsmanship until night every day, I've always been diligent and hardworking..."

"Even Grandpa Tyr said that I've already mastered the basics."

"How could I possibly lose to you?"

Perseus smiled, took a bronze medal from his robes, and said to Isaac:

"I recently passed the Bronze Trial in the Hall of Heroes..."

"now..."

"I am from the Hall of Heroes..."

"The youngest bronze warrior."

Isaac was taken aback again, and asked in confusion:

"Bronze Warrior? What's that?"

Perseus explained:

"That's the only way to become a hero."

Isaac didn't understand.

However, after his repeated requests, Perseus agreed to the duel.

It's still that same meadow, and the same setting sun.

Isaac holds a wooden sword.

Perseus holds a wooden stick.

Isaac held his breath, his steps firm, gripped the hilt of his sword, took a step forward, and swung the sword at Perseus...

Perseus neither dodged nor avoided...

As the sword of Isaac swung down fiercely, just as it was about to strike Perseus—

Snapped.

Isaac saw nothing clearly; he only felt that no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer swing his hand even an inch...

Looking up, he was almost speechless with shock...

Perseus didn't even use a stick; he grasped Isaac's wooden sword with just one hand.

Then he exerted force again.

Isaac was sent flying backwards, sword and all.

He fell flat on his backside onto the grass.

Isaac lost.

Even worse than before...

His nearly year-long arduous training has not only failed to bring him closer to Perseus, but has actually widened the gap between them...

What is the point of him doing this?

In an instant.

Isaac was starting to doubt himself...

Until Dick and Perseus left a week later.

Isaac remains consumed by his defeat...

He locked himself in his room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

Even when Sarah and Shiaga knocked, the door wouldn't open.

As a father, Yara also noticed his son's loneliness and disappointment...

However, Isaac wouldn't open the door even when he knocked.

But Yara was not one to follow the rules, and he climbed in through the window of Isaac's room.

Yara came to her son.

Isaac was curled up at the head of the bed, head down, looking dejected.

Seeing this, Yara handed the toast she was holding to Isaac and said, "Have some."

"No matter what, you still need to eat something..."

Isaac finally took the bread, put it in his mouth, and chewed it without any taste.

He seemed to have choked up, and there were still some tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

Yara felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing this.

He sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and comforted her:

"There's nothing to be sad about."

"It's just losing a match..."

"And losing to Perseus is not shameful, my child..."

Isaac, upon hearing this, seemed somewhat annoyed, and said with a choked voice:

"Father...I can actually accept losing..."

"But I can't accept it. I trained hard for a whole year, and he beat me even more easily than before..."

"It seems like no matter how hard I try, it's useless..."

Yara sighed upon hearing this. He knew Perseus's talent was terrifying, and he also knew the reason why Perseus possessed such talent—after all, Perseus was the son of Zeus, a demigod descendant with Zeus's blood flowing through his veins...

But how can this be explained to Isaac?

Leaving aside the fact that the Canaanites received education from a single God from childhood, even if Isaac could understand what it meant to be a descendant of a demigod, the complex ethical and moral relationships involved were impossible to explain to a child...

So Yara thought for a long time and finally comforted her in this way:

There's no need to compete with others.

"My child..."

"Because you are destined to be the Messiah..."

"Your glory never comes from anything else..."

"It comes from God."

"You are the burnt offering forgiven by God..."

"The Son of Canaan in the Fire".

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