"I'm sorry, Xediles, we might not be able to go on with you." Hercules said on the shores of Boston.
And behind him, those friends who had once killed Zeus with him now held the same thought, smiling as they gazed at the dawn of this world.
"After all, this is our real world. Although it's just a Parallel World, it is our true home," Hector said, looking at that clown Howard in the distance.
Hector also knew that kid was considered his descendant, even if the connection was only a fraction of a percentage. At least it proved that many of his descendants were still alive in this world.
"Though I hate to admit it, our strength can no longer keep up with the dangers you face. It's possible that in the future, we might just become burdens, so let's part ways here and remain in this world," Odysseus smiled, "There are still hundreds of millions of unsaved monsters in this world, right? Someone has to stay here to clean up this mess."
