Luck?
Everyone said he killed the Gorgon through luck, relying on the treasures the gods bestowed upon him. What a joke. If it were just by luck, how could he have become a famous hero, and a hero with a good ending at that? Just look at this world. The children of the gods, no... even the children of men from the distant past, what of them?
Those who become heroes will receive both the love of the gods and the curses of the gods. Or rather, this love itself is a curse. And for him to stand out among all these people, was it just by luck? That would be putting it too lightly.
Only those who have truly set foot on that island, seen the true forms of the many heroes, and the existence that was entrenched on the island like a temple of flesh and blood, would know what kind of scene that was. And everything after that, marrying a princess, obtaining the throne—if all of this could be summed up by just "luck," that would be too laughable.
So the key is wisdom, wisdom.
Perseus gently rubbed his temples. Of course, besides wisdom, there was one more thing, and that was the ability to judge people. Otherwise, he would just be as unlucky as his grandson. Who was the one who could rule everything now, who was the one who currently held power, and who was the one who might hold power in the future? Only by seeing all of this clearly could he have a future.
Perseus looked at the young man before him, who was holding a holy spear and did not look very old, and his lips curled into a smile. He had lived for several hundred years and had seen more than one or two young men with great strength like this. But this was the first time he had seen one holding such a weapon at such a young age.
Shouldn't all the relatively powerful and famous weapons have already been collected by them into the divine realm during these long years? The spear in the young man's hand, from its aura and markings, was not forged by that divine brother of his, the one who was the god of the forge.
Was he this lucky? Not only did he find an existence that could defeat a Divine Messenger, but he also found an excellent weapon that had not been discovered by other gods or their subordinates?
Perseus's lips curled directly into a smile. He looked at the boy before him, who was only about 20 years old, and extended his hand. "Good child, I am a high-ranking messenger of the gods and also a son of a god, the great hero Perseus. I now welcome you to the divine realm. If you can offer the weapon in your hand to me, I will naturally put in a few good words for you in front of my father later."
Perseus narrowed his eyes slightly. Paired with that face, Aslan was already feeling a bit annoyed. Good grief. He had met the still-normal-period little boy Shinji during the Fourth Holy Grail War. As a result, he had just arrived in this world, and not even a year had passed, yet he had run into such a... he didn't know what words to use to describe this Shinji from the Age of Gods... Compared to Merlin, Aslan wanted more to use the forging hammer in his hand to open a hole in this guy's head! Preferably the kind that settles it in one blow!
And you want me to give you this A-rank or higher Noble Phantasm as a bribe? What a joke! This Perseus, who was like a half-robot, might not even have a weapon of this rank!! Looking at this guy's appearance, no matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem like the type who could summon Pegasus.
And putting in a good word in front of Zeus? Is your face that big?
Aslan didn't say much more. So what if he was Perseus? In fact, I'm here to beat you up, Perseus!
The spear in Aslan's hand flicked quickly. The fluttering banner retracted, and the silver threads of magical energy tightly bound the banner to the shaft. The tip of the silver spear thrust directly at Perseus's throat.
And Perseus quickly brought the shield-like wings on his back together, blocking in front of him. The holy spear left a fine mark on these silver wings. Although it was not visible to the human eye, Perseus, who had been modified, naturally and keenly discovered the wound on his shield.
"What an excellent spear! For a moment, I don't know if I should be happy or angry..."
Perseus's eyes widened slightly. He then licked his lips with his tongue. His one modified eye was directly locked onto the holy spear in Aslan's hand. Seeing that the shield he had worked so hard to obtain from the gods had been damaged, as its owner, how could Perseus not be angry?
But on second thought, a human holding this holy spear could leave such a mark on his shield. If he were to obtain this spear, then he would surely be able to gain more attention from his father. He was determined to get this spear. At the same time, the young man before him, he would definitely capture him for his father! As he had said before, in Perseus's eyes, the one with the highest power now would definitely have the highest power in the future. There was only one person, or rather, only one god, and that was Zeus. Therefore, whatever Zeus wanted, he would definitely seize it for him!!
"You naughty little baby. It seems I'll have to knock you out before I can take you back to the divine realm!"
Perseus slowly stood up. The blade of the mechanical scythe in his hand began to emit heat, distorting the surrounding air. To be cut by such a blade, even an existence with extremely strong self-healing abilities would probably have a hard time recovering in a short period of time because the surrounding flesh would be completely burned to charcoal by the high temperature.
Perseus gently flicked the scythe in his hand. "As someone who could defeat a Divine Messenger, you shouldn't be easily beheaded by my scythe, right?"
Faced with Perseus's words, Aslan just twitched his mouth. How should he put it? Being called a "little baby" by this guy before him, he was really not used to it... Thinking about it, from his birth until now, Perseus's age probably shouldn't exceed 1500 years. So in terms of age, he should be the older one. And was it because in these long years, he had relied too much on his modified body? Aslan always felt that Perseus's judgment of his bloodline was really crude.
Watching Perseus's returning scythe, Aslan directly erupted with magical energy. He flicked the spear in his hand upwards, knocking the scythe in Perseus's hand to the side. He then quickly approached Perseus, and taking advantage of the opportunity when Perseus was too careless to close his shield, he directly reached out and grabbed Perseus's neck, then pressed him towards the ground.