The insignia of Olympus—twelve celestial symbols intertwined—was displayed prominently at the entrance. Guards clad in divine armor stood at attention as Hera led them inside.
Allen took a moment to admire the interior. The temple was vast, its marble floors polished to perfection. Large statues of the Olympians lined the hall, their eyes seeming to watch all who entered. The air carried a faint energy, divine and imposing.
Hera gestured toward a lavish seating area. "Sit. We have much to discuss."
Allen took a seat without hesitation, stretching his legs out casually. Raviel sat beside him, leaning into his shoulder, while Tiamat gracefully settled next to him as well. Hera, watching their closeness, furrowed her brows slightly before regaining her composure.
She sat across from him, her posture regal, fingers interlocked. "Now then… Tell me, What is your purpose for coming here?"
Allen smiled, his grenn eye gleaming mischievously. "I'm just on my honeymoon vacation with my wife, what's the problem with that?"
Hera studied him carefully, He could feel the Prana in Allen's body now like he had unlimited prana and was constantly generating prana. "Yes,... Gaia warned me to keep an eye on you.." Hera talks about the counter force Gaia the will of the planet.
"Ohh... Is that gaia your mother that you obey her?".
"She's my mom logically, so I have to obey her" Hera didn't seem to be upset by Allen's profocation as her tone remained emotionless.
"Hey, what exactly are we waiting for here? If it's just to ask something simple, I might as well leave," Allen said, clearly growing bored from sitting too long.
But just as he finished speaking, the eleven statues in the room began to emit a radiant light. The previously empty thrones were soon filled with glowing figures—Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hestia, Demeter, and Hephaestus had arrived.
"Oh my~ What's this? A mortal charming my dear Hera?"
Allen turned toward the voice, immediately greeted by a stunning woman with flowing red hair and piercing red eyes. Aphrodite.
She moved with effortless grace, every step exuding divine beauty. The moment she appeared, the air itself seemed to shimmer.
Hera sighed, rubbing her temple. "Aphrodite."
Aphrodite ignored her and focused entirely on Allen, her crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I could hear your conversation from quite a distance. And I must say… I'm intrigued." She gave a teasing smile. "A magician? How very mysterious."
Allen leaned back lazily, a playful smile forming. "Allen. Just Allen."
Aphrodite giggled. "Oh my~ No fancy titles?"
Allen chuckled. "If you want, you can call me 'your favorite man.'"
Raviel and Tiamat, ever gentle, simply smiled see their husband's behavior.
Hera, however, looked unimpressed. "Ignore him."
"Hera… is this the human Gaia told us to keep an eye on?" Zeus asked, his gaze fixed on Allen. He studied the man carefully and quickly sensed the immense mana within him—so vast and deep it defied measurement.
"Is he a magician?" one of the gods murmured.
"Yes," Hera replied calmly.
At that moment, all eyes turned to Allen. A magician wasn't something to take lightly—their power rivaled that of a True Ancestor, or even Zeus himself.
"Another magician, huh?" said Ares, the war god whose form resembled that of a giant Gundam. "Last time we were told to drive one off, it turned into quite the thrilling battle. And now we're just told to watch?"
Allen looked at Ares with curiosity. "Hey, what do you mean by 'another magician'? Do you know who that one was?"
"He was the 2nd magician," Ares answered casually. "Apparently, he was curious about this new timeline. If I'm not mistaken, his name was Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg."
"Ohhh, thanks. You're surprisingly friendly for a god," Allen replied with a smirk.
Ares laughed heartily. "Hahaha, you're welcome. But you, human… you seem pretty strong. How about a fight? Interested in challenging me?"
The other gods and goddesses began whispering among themselves, curious to see whether Allen would accept Ares' challenge.
"Silence…!" Zeus commanded, his voice resonating with the authority of the King of Olympus.
The room immediately fell quiet.
"I will permit you to remain in this realm under two conditions," Zeus continued, his gaze firm. "First, one of the gods or goddesses will be assigned to monitor you—do you understand? Second…"
He turned to Athena.
"…you must defeat one of us. And Athena will be your opponent."
"Okay…" Allen replied casually, still sounding bored. He didn't think much of it—just nodded without any real concern.
Zeus then turned his eyes to Hera.
"Hera, I trust you to keep an eye on this magician. I leave him in your care."
"What a poor soul," Ares muttered before walking out of the chamber. If Allen had been matched with him, Ares might've held back… but Athena? That was a different story.
One by one, Zeus and the other gods vanished from the room—their presence fading, as these were only projections, not their true forms.
The room fell silent.
"You seem very calm… aren't you afraid of facing a goddess in battle?" Hera asked, her tone testing.
"Well… I'm pretty sure I'm strong enough, so why should I be afraid?" Allen replied casually.
Hera narrowed her eyes, studying him for any hint of deception. But the sheer confidence in his voice made it hard to dismiss him. She could sense it—there was no trace of a lie in his words.
"And you, as his wives, aren't you worried for your husband?" she asked.
Raviel giggled softly. "Not at all. I trust my husband."
Of course… and whose fault is it that I'm this strong? Allen thought to himself, kissing the back of Raviel's hand.
Raviel rolled her eyes, hearing his thoughts.
Tiamat nodded slowly. "He's… beyond comprehension."
Allen gave them both a thumbs up—because, well, he liked the compliments.
"Very well then. Follow me," Hera said, turning to lead him toward the arena that had been prepared for their duel. Waiting there ahead of them were Aphrodite and Athena.
Aphrodite had come out of curiosity—she still couldn't quite figure Allen out, so she decided to observe things directly. Hera didn't object. After all, the gods and goddesses weren't particularly close to one another, each focused on their own duties—guiding and overseeing humanity.
Aphrodite leaned in slightly, smiling. "Tell me, Allen, how did you manage to charm two goddesses into becoming your wives?"
Allen tilted his head. "Probably because of my good looks."
Raviel nudged him playfully. "Fufu~ He's not lying."
Tiamat nodded. "Allen is… very special."
Aphrodite's smile widened. "Hmm~ I like you already."
But before the conversation could go any further, a strong divine presence approached.
"Enough of this," came a firm, commanding voice.
Everyone turned to see Athena stepping forward, her silver-white hair shimmering in the light, her sharp gray eyes locked onto Allen with intense focus.
"Athena," Hera muttered.
Athena didn't respond. Her entire attention was on Allen.
"Let's see if you're truly worthy of being here."
Aphrodite blinked. "Oh my~ Jumping straight to a test?"
Athena ignored her. "I will judge your power through battle."
Allen raised an eyebrow, wanting to protest. "You Olympians really love your tests, huh? Well… if that's what you want, I don't mind."
Aphrodite clapped her hands with delight. "Ooh, this is going to be so fun to watch."
With that, Athena turned and led them toward the sacred arena.
A duel was about to begin.
In the arena.
The air trembled with Athena's power. Her armor shone like polished metal, divine circuits illuminating the intricate patterns along her arms and legs. The Olympian Machine Goddess stood tall, her gray eyes locked onto Allen, no longer regarding him with mere curiosity—now, she analyzed him.
In the stands, Hera crossed her arms. "She's taking him seriously now."
Aphrodite, her crimson hair flowing in the breeze, chuckled softly. "Ufufu~ That's rare. Athena rarely fights unless she considers someone worthy." She tilted her head, glancing at Allen. "So? How does it feel to face a goddess of war?"
Allen smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Feels like she's still holding back."
It seems like Allen doesn't take their fight seriously. And he also wants to know what his powers are like, even though Allen can use his powers easily because Raviel also gave him information on how to use them.
She smiled, looking at Allen—and the fight began when Aphrodite gave the signal.
The fight began.
Athena's eyes narrowed. Then—
She vanished.
A single step ripped through space, closing the distance between them in less than a heartbeat. Her golden spear blurred as it thrust forward, aimed straight for Allen's chest.
But—
"Too slow."
Allen could see all her movements—
Clang!
He caught the spear between his fingers. A shockwave rippled out, cracking the marble beneath their feet. The arena trembled, and even the distant Atlantean war constructs momentarily halted, detecting the surge of divine energy.
Yet despite the force behind Athena's strike, Allen stood completely still—unshaken, unimpressed.
"You're strong. Did you stop time to catch my spear?" she asked.
Athena's expression remained unreadable, but her divine circuits flared brighter. A low mechanical hum emanated from her body—and suddenly—
She moved again.
A second strike—faster, sharper.
Allen dodged with a slight tilt of his head, the spear slicing through where he had just stood.
Then another strike.
And another.
A flurry of divine precision—each attack flawless, calculated, deadly.
But no matter how fast she moved—
Allen was faster.
He weaved through her attacks effortlessly, his golden eyes glinting with amusement.
"You're pretty good," he teased, dodging yet another strike. "But I know you're holding back."
Athena's gaze sharpened. Then—
The air itself trembled.
A deep, resonating hum filled the arena as her body began to change.
The Olympian goddess stepped back, her spear dissolving into golden light as her armor shifted.
Plates along her arms and legs unfolded, revealing intricate mechanical components pulsing with divine energy.
The spectators gasped.
Back in the arena, Athena was getting serious.
Even Hera narrowed her eyes. "So… she's finally acknowledging him."
Athena's voice rang out—calm, measured, but edged with something more. "You misunderstand, Allen."
She raised her hand—and the sky above Atlantis changed. The very atmosphere began to resonate with her divine presence.
"This body—this form you see—is merely a terminal. A projection. I am not truly here."
A shadow fell across the arena.
Allen looked up—
—and froze.
Above them, hidden beyond mortal perception, a massive warship hovered in the sky.
A construct of divine metal and Olympian might.
Athena's true form.
The Machine Goddess of War.
Even as her humanoid avatar stood before him, the sheer presence of her real self made the battlefield feel smaller.
It was a reminder—Allen wasn't fighting just a goddess.
He was fighting a weapon of war.
Silence fell over the audience.
Even the other Olympians stirred.
Aphrodite bit her lip, her red eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Oh my~ She's taking this more seriously than I thought."
Hera, however, simply watched Allen—waiting for his reaction.
And then—Allen grinned.
"Well, well," he murmured. "That's more like it."
With a casual roll of his shoulders, a faint golden aura radiated from his body.
The air around him shifted—and suddenly—
The warship trembled.
For the first time—
Athena hesitated.
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