The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Until a bard named Homer found several last letters from the 32 heroes of the Skybreaker, he gradually pieced together the truth of what happened back then.

For the rest of his life, the bard named Homer traveled throughout Greece, eventually collecting 24 of the last wills of the heroes of the Skybreaker.

From the information in these suicide notes, he completely recounted his plan and deeds to kill Zeus.

From the story of the golden apple to the death of Zeus, the bard Homer devoted his life to recording these events and spreading them throughout the world.

At the same time, he also testified from other collected materials that one of the heroes survived and returned all the wills to the heroes' hometown, leading their souls back to their homeland in an epic story.

The bard spent his entire life trying to recreate the story of that time.

This story is called "The Iliad".

The story of the subsequent return of the 32 heroes is titled "The Odyssey"...

Chapter 66 God-Slaying Weapon - Sky Thunder

Centuries later, in the Papacy of Athens.

Young Socrates was cleaning the library when he discovered an ancient papyrus scroll in one of the old books.

Having thoroughly studied Homer's epics, he instantly realized that this might be a precious record left over from the age of gods. He immediately opened Homer's epics and then carefully opened the papyrus.

[From me onward, future generations need not look up to the gods.]

Those were words on papyrus, faded to the point of being almost invisible.

However, the young Socrates was overjoyed.

Because he discovered that this was the last letter of one of the 32 heroes! A letter that even Homer had never found.

He left the Church House excitedly, and at the church gate, he saw a father and son looking at the stars with their child.

"Dad, why are the stars in the sky so bright?" the child asked.

“Because it’s the fallen heroes watching over us,” Dad said with a smile. “That’s why we can live a peaceful life.”

……

The last wills of the 32 heroes of the Sky Thunder have been collected, much to the delight of the scholars.

They reread the records in Homer's epics and rewrote the story of the 32 heroes of the Sky Thunder, calling it "The Chronicles of Sky Thunder".

An opera based on the story was also performed at the college.

Countless bards took on the roles of legendary heroes or gods, repeatedly enacting heroic tales from the age of gods hundreds of years ago, seemingly to commemorate their ancestors, or perhaps to guide those heroes who died far from home back to their homeland.

On this day, the Athens Grand Theatre was packed with people, all coming to watch the last heroic epic of ancient Greece and to appreciate this swan song of opera.

Amidst the crowd, a witch wearing a blood-stained hood quietly watched the opera. She saw the replica of the Skybreaker and strangers in ancient armor performing their own stories.

She saw a strange young man who shouted that he was "the benevolent hero, Cyprus"...

Even though he was the most handsome young man the college could find, she was still screaming inside.

“No, you are not! You are not even a fraction of him! My Sildileth cares not for anyone’s titles or praises…”

The audience cheered wildly, their eyes filled with tears as they witnessed the bravery of the Twelve Trials and the tragic heroism of Zeus revealing his true intentions.

But only that witch, no matter how hard the performers on stage tried, could not move her heart...

"Hey, what's wrong? Isn't the story exciting enough?" A Greek girl next to the witch asked, seemingly noticing her mood.

"No, I just... already know the rest of the story..."

She left the theater, and then a deafening roar of cheers erupted, celebrating the perfect performance and the fact that they still remembered the stories of their predecessors.

The witch looked at the entrance of the theater, where a large stone tablet was placed, with lines of text engraved on it.

"In memory of the 32 heroes who slew the gods on the Sky Thunder."

Xerides

The author of The New York Times

阿喀琉斯

Odysseus

Ajax

Agamemnon

......"

For some reason, looking at these names, she felt an overwhelming sadness wash over her, like a torrent of icy water, rushing in and threatening to engulf her. The sadness was intense, fierce, and domineering, as if it would tear her apart.

"I'm the only one still alive..."

"I'm the only one left..."

……

3200 years later, in modern times, in Chiba Prefecture, Japan.

The roar of the train swept past my ears.

Xue Daolu snapped out of his daze and watched the last train bound for Gaoqi Station pull away from the station in front of him. He opened his phone, feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

At 3:42 PM on August 19th, exactly the same time as when I left.

"Great Sage, are you still there?" Xue Dinglu asked the consciousness space.

However, the entire space was silent, with only the empty countdown of 3 days and 15 hours still decreasing.

No more text for communication appeared on the panel.

The old man is gone, and Xue knows he will never come back.

But everything he left behind became Xue Lude's most precious asset, whether it was the power of the cursed blood or the system he helped Xue Lude build.

All good things must come to an end.

Xue Dinglu eventually made it to Daigo's concert, but it was almost over when he arrived.

As the concert concluded with the final song, "Take Me Higher," Xue Dinglu received a small card with his autograph during the thank-you segment.

At the fans' request, the male idol signed autographs for "Yuan Daigo".

Having completed all the tasks for this trip, Xue Dinglu promptly booked a flight home.

The plane departed Narita Airport.

On the panel, he had reached 60% of the progress in Tier 2.

He's already reached Hero level, and it looks like he'll be close to Legend level soon.

If the old ghost were here, he would probably start shouting again, but the great sage's words might encourage him.

Xue Dinglu suddenly saw a small model of the Tianting ship appear in his consciousness space.

That was a standard ancient Greek three-masted warship, the same ship Xue was most familiar with, the one that had witnessed their great achievements and journeys.

He immediately went to the panel and saw the information it had scanned.

[Godslayer Armory - Heavenly Thunder (Noble Phantasm, Rank A): This Noble Phantasm is formed from the voyages of the 32 Greek heroes. It possesses the ability to navigate any region and summons the 32 Greek heroes, as well as the special unit Hercules. Furthermore, Heavenly Thunder and all heroes are endowed with the "Godslayer" trait.]

[Hero's Blessing (Rank A): Greatly reduces the damage and curses inflicted on you by enemies with divine attributes, and greatly increases the damage and curses you inflict on enemies with divine attributes.]

[Current Status: Semi-Heroic Spirit (You are no longer a carbon-based human, but have taken another step towards becoming an energy-based life form)]

Xue Dinglu's breathing became rapid, and he ignored the new protective effects. All he could see was the marker on the Tian Ting that could summon all his companions.

He smiled, relaxing against the window on the plane, looking down at the brightly lit city below.

"Your story is far from over. Perhaps in other worlds, your names will be known by more people, and your great achievements will be recorded by more people around the world."

The plane landed at the airport. As Xue Lude was carrying his backpack and preparing to go home, a hard drive suddenly popped out of his consciousness space.

The hard drive popped out from under the panel set up by the Great Sage. Xue Daolu casually put down his backpack, took out his laptop, and plugged in the hard drive, which contained only a video of several tens of gigabytes in size.

"Did the old man leave behind anything else he wanted to say?"

However, when Xue Dinglu opened the video, he saw a first-person perspective of the Golden Apple incident.

He immediately realized something, glancing at the duration: 342 hours of video.

He then quickly pulled back, and sure enough, this was his entire first-person account of the events in ancient Greece. Despite being over 300 hours of video, it was only a few dozen gigabytes in size, and the picture quality was incredibly clear.

"Is it a technique for extracting memories, or a technique for using eyes as cameras... Honestly, Old Deng, you secretly added a function without telling me..." Xue Dinglu laughed. After copying the video, he put the hard drive back into the panel.

This video documents their great achievements.

I left the airport with my backpack, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance.

The rising sun shone on Xue Dinglu, and he smiled and said, "Today is another hopeful day."

The sun rose as usual today.

Chapter 67: The Matter of Editing the Sky Thunder Story into a Movie (Please, Godfather, read on)

"Thank you, my child."

It was still that gentle voice, like that of a mother.

"From now on, you can use this subspace at will. This is your last haven and your last refuge."

"Get some rest, I will always love you."

Half-asleep, Xue Daolu seemed to subconsciously reply, "I will always love you, Mom."

……

"Snapped!"

Standing in front of the mirror, Xue Dinglu slapped himself to bring himself back to his senses.

I must have been too tired to say those things in my dream.

It's already the second day. Yesterday was spent adjusting to the time difference and trying out new skills, and today I'm finally feeling a little better.

His consciousness space has changed. If his previous consciousness space was an existence between illusion and reality, then his current consciousness space is closer to a subspace like the "divine power space".

The consciousness space may have been managed by the Great Sage, with the Noble Phantasm placed on one side and the panel created by the Great Sage and the numerous modules added later on the other side.