I impersonated God in America

In mythology, the Aegis had two sides. One side was made from the skin of Amalthea, the ewe who had nursed Zeus, and possessed the ability to control the wind and rain.

The other side is a petrified shield made by the god of fire for Athena, which was later inlaid with Medusa's head.

But regardless of which side it is, it can be said to be one of the most famous weapons in Greek mythology.

Xu Ge pointed at the shield, somewhat speechless.

"So, it was the goddess Medusa who sent you to deliver the shield?"

"Yes."

At this point, Xu Ge didn't want to say anything more.

Do you mean Medusa carved her head onto her weapons?

[This is a bit of a hellish joke.]

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

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Mediterranean Sea.

A white yacht is slowly moving forward on the sea.

The yacht had been modified, and several staff members were gathered around a nautical chart inside the cabin.

"It seems we've deviated a bit from our planned route."

The young female researcher looked at the instrument in her hand, her expression gradually becoming uneasy.

"But more important than that is the weather outside, which is worse than we imagined."

The captain walked to the porthole and looked out at the sea.

Just minutes ago the sky was clear, but now it is covered by thick dark clouds.

The waves appeared somewhat black in the reflection.

Streaks of lightning flashed in the distant clouds.

"This is unbelievable! What kind of awful weather is this? It changes so suddenly!"

"Seriously, are we going to run into the Sea God?"

"How could that be? Do you really think the gods are idle all day long? Besides, it's impossible for the gods to specifically target small fry like us."

"Our radar readings are also strange, even more so than that."

The female researcher looked up out the window.

The rain was falling more and more heavily on the porthole.

Waves several meters high surged on the sea, causing the yacht to rock violently, and the lights inside the cabin to flicker incessantly.

The captain's expression changed as he saw the oncoming wave, and he roared:

"Everyone, hold on!"

Just as he finished shouting, a giant wave crashed down from the side.

boom!

The entire yacht seemed to be struck by an invisible hand, and the hull tilted sharply to one side.

Chaos erupted inside the cabin.

"PhD!"

The assistant reached out and grabbed the chair next to him, while his other hand gripped an elderly man with white hair tightly.

The old man was also holding a waterproof document bag in his arms.

"I am fine."

He leaned against the wall, his face pale, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose.

The old man was Dr. Marco, the archaeological expert who led the team in the Sardinian stone snake incident.

With extraordinary events occurring frequently, he, who studies ancient Greek civilization, has transformed from a niche scholar into an expert sought after by various countries.

Their trip to the vicinity of Sicily was prompted by the discovery of an area in the sea where ancient shipwrecks occasionally appear.

The ships on the wreckage look as if they have traveled from thousands of years ago.

The only clue that could be found was some of the symbols on those ships, which bore a high degree of similarity to Greek script from the Mycenaean civilization.

So, out of curiosity, he volunteered to go and investigate, as he specializes in ancient Greek civilization.

Although the authorities repeatedly advised against it, after all, an old expert like him is an invaluable asset, and sending him on a sea adventure would be a waste of his talent.

But in the end, I couldn't go against his wishes.

"Doctor! There's something ahead!"

The assistant pointed ahead.

Everyone looked up at the same time and saw a small island slowly emerging from the sea in the pitch-black rain.

"Damn it, we're about to crash! Protect the doctor!"

The captain frantically turned the steering wheel.

However, the external forces of terror are still somewhat insufficient.

Propelled by the giant waves, the yacht crashed straight into the reef at the edge of the island.

Boom!

With a tremendous crash, the bow of the ship was torn open.

Seawater rushed into the cabin.

The metal crate rolled off the deck and hit the railing with a heavy thud.

"Pack up all the documents and prepare to abandon ship!"

"Damn it, I hope the authorities can find out about our disappearance soon."

The group fled the cabin in a disheveled state.

The captain tried to lower the lifeboat into the sea, but it was swept away by a huge wave.

Moments later, only half of the yacht remained stuck on the reef.

The remaining people had to rely on ropes to climb onto the unfamiliar island one by one.

Hey.

When they set foot on the island, they found that the storm outside seemed to have stopped for a moment.

The calm and tranquility made them feel somewhat uneasy.

It's as if the line between them is just a hair's breadth away, making them two different worlds.

"It's getting weirder and weirder."

Dr. Marco looked at the sky and said, somewhat out of breath.

This terrifying disaster was still a bit too much for someone of his age.

Under extreme tension, he could even feel a slight pain in his heart when he took a breath.

Sigh, I really should have stayed in the research institute.

Everyone stood on the beach, soaking wet and panting heavily.

salsa.

"I think I heard a sound? Could it be a local resident?"

"Hey! Over here!!!"

Thinking of this, one of the crew members became excited and cheered to the side.

The footsteps grew closer.

A dozen or so people slowly emerged from the woods at the end of the beach.

They wore rough linen clothes and held spears in their hands.

The leader was a tall, muscular young man with the pelt of an unknown wild animal draped over his shoulders.

[F*** you! Have we stumbled upon a primitive cannibalistic tribe?]

Without hesitation, the captain gave a French military salute, then carefully signaled to his crew to prepare for an engagement.

"We mean no harm! Our ship has encountered a storm!"

Those men did not answer, but simply raised all their spears and aimed them at them.

One of the young soldiers stepped forward and shouted in a very strange language:

"Where do you come from?" (Unknown language)

Everyone looked at each other.

What are they mumbling about?

The atmosphere grew increasingly eerie, and the accompanying personnel reached for their waists.

The young, muscular man raised his hand.

The spear pressed forward.

The scene was poised to erupt.

Just then, Dr. Marco suddenly stepped out from the crowd.

"and many more."

"Doctor, what are you going to do?"

Marco stared at the armed men in front of him, took a breath, and then spoke in a somewhat uncoordinated tone:

"We are not enemies."

"Our ship has been destroyed by a storm at sea, and we request permission to remain at sea."

The professor also started muttering incoherently.

But everyone was alarmed to discover...

The indigenous people holding spears suddenly stopped moving and instinctively looked at their leader.

The leader stared intently at Dr. Marco.

A moment later, Dr. Marco heard the reply:

"Come with me."

His frozen body instantly relaxed, and a smile of relief spread across his face.

[It is indeed the Greek language from the Mycenaean civilization.]

Strictly speaking, this language disappeared from the historical stage more than three thousand years ago.

This was also thanks to his research direction, which allowed him to barely master the language.

He said that there's no harm in practicing another foreign language.

The captain wanted to follow, but Dr. Marco shook his head, and only his assistant accompanied them.

The islanders behind the leader suddenly lowered their heads and addressed him respectfully:

"Prophet, the sea has receded."

Dr. Marco noticed the title and his gaze became cautious.

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The rainforest on the island is not easy to walk through, but fortunately it is not far away.

As Dr. Marco was catching his breath, he finally saw the village on the island.

The houses in the village are mostly built using local materials.

Fire pits were lit on both sides of the road.