[ New Area Unlocked: Dungeon ]
| Monsters live here, monsters are born here, and monsters eat here. Be careful not to be their next meal.
| Exploration Progress: 0%
"So this is the Dungeon... I confess I expected more than this." Baal said in a monotone voice as the hidden entrance was closed.
August followed him silently. Every time Baal looked at him, he was startled and therefore did his best not to attract the attention of the strange wizard.
He didn't know what he had gotten himself into but he was beginning to understand.
Crack Crack Crack
The cave wall began to crack, catching both of their attention as a werewolf emerged from there with red eyes.
"Oh, so that's how they're born around here." Baal looked closely with a smile. "That's strange..." Then he turned to August once more and couldn't help but click his tongue.
"You won't last a week against these guys—I need you to get stronger." He then tapped August's forehead with his index finger.
[ New Skill Acquired: Samsara (S) ]
| Description: When people talk about collecting experiences, they usually mean something else.
| Allows you to show a collection of lives to a person.
| Probable brain death or mental problems as a whole to the target.
| Uses the spirit as a medium, but requires physical touch
| Condition: Have a collection of lives.
"I'm going to buy some cigarettes, see if you stay the same until I get back." He chuckled and then turned his attention back to the monster once more.
WOOSH
In a single instant, he reached the werewolf and pierced its chest with his hand, then pulled a crystal from inside it as the monster quickly evaporated.
His body was as strong as a level 1, even without awakening. And with his techniques, he was slightly stronger than a normal level 2.
"So that's why Ouranos was here... that bastard, and I thought I was the only one who hated the gods. "
"This damn fool not only hates his own kind but himself, and wants to take everyone down with him." Baal stood still for a few moments, incredulous, with the crystal in his hands.
'It was common knowledge that Ouranos, despite having been very powerful, even one of the first gods, had become much weaker over the years and so, like every mediocre god, preferred to hide in one of the many lower worlds.'
'But who would have thought that in the end, he was plotting something…' Baal sighed. 'In a few more years, Ouranos would have overthrown Zeus and taken Olympus, or at least had the power to do so.'
"He's more dangerous than I thought."Baal was lost in thought for a few moments while August underwent a transformation.
The little man's eyes had become cloudy, and his body was completely still.
He could no longer see or hear anything.
His body had been forcibly shut down.
But at that very moment, he found himself in a strange situation...
...
He had been born, his mother held him in her arms and fed him in the dim sunlight.
"What will you call him?" the woman asked a man with a white beard and deep eyes.
"He was born near a quarry, so I will call him Pétreos," said the man, without deep emotion.
Which made the woman look at him angrily, calling his attention, and he promptly explained himself.
"I've had many children, woman. Most of them are not that impressive, despite my status and name — and honestly, I'm out of names. This must be the tenth Pétreos already."
"A mortal woman like you wouldn't understand, but if I wasted time on each of my thousands of useless children who born and die in a blink of an eye, I wouldn't have time to get stronger or rule Olympus." He then turned toward the door, looking up at the blue sky.
"If I don't have time to rule or become stronger, what do you think will happen to you? Do you think the Titans won't eat my children? Won't the gods burn them alive? Strong or weak, they are the children of a god and carry more value than you can ever imagine." He then threw a small token at her.
"However, if he becomes someone worthy of respect, he will always be welcome in my home, his name will enter the legends, and you will be immortalized as the mother of a hero and this is the best both of you can get from me."
"Teach him, strengthen him, and then send him to me," he said, and then with a flash of lightning, he disappeared as if he had never been there.
"Not that I expect anything from you, of course."
August did not understand what he was seeing, he did not understand what he had heard or even what he was feeling at that moment.
He was a grown man and now he was in the arms of a strange woman, but one who was more beautiful than Freya, like an ordinary baby, drinking milk.
'Strange, yes. I'm going to complain... no…' Those were the biggest breasts he had ever seen. 'I don't know what's going on, but! In this life I will drink a lot of milk! Without any complaint!'
'in adolescence maybe I can... will anyone judge me if I... well, I'll think about it later...' August didn't understand the nature of things, but he quickly got used to it...
With pleasure.
Years passed like this, and August grew up under the name Pétreo.
His mother was an influential woman among men and knew a lot about the world, so she educated him masterfully in many areas.
But more important than knowledge, she had money and gave him a fencing teacher who taught him everything about the art of the sword.
"Pétreo," said his mother as he dried his face after another exhausting day of training. "You are intelligent and strong, but you are not yet worthy of your father's name." The boy raised his eyebrow.
"How can I not be worthy, mother? I am the best swordsman on this side of the sun, for thousands of miles from north to south, no one can defeat me. And I am not even a teenager yet!" His mother just shook her head again and looked at him with deep eyes.
"Son, I have taught you many things. But I have never told you the true size of our world, much less how small you are in it." She took a deep breath for a few moments. "You are a genius from the island of Tenás. And that is the whole world you know, an island just over ten thousand kilometers from north to south."
"The real world, however, is more than trillions of kilometers away. For the true geniuses and prodigies, you are, unfortunately, just an ordinary boy today. You are just another talented young man among many, but we can still change that and make you a true genius."
"Gather your belongings, my son, and travel north to the city in the mountains, Alicia, where you will meet a red-eyed immortal. Offer him your loyalty and call him master. If he takes a liking to you, he may take you to see the world."
...
August wasn't happy.
'No! Please, NO! I was almost there! Just a little more! Please!' August wanted to scream. Of course, he had long since lost interest in that woman. She was his mother...
That would be very degenerate!
But! he was still very popular in the city! All the girls wanted to be with him! He was almost at the best part!
They were all beautiful like deities!
However.
...
Pétreo listened silently.
After a few days preparing himself, he set off on a journey that took him a little over eight years on foot.
Along the way, he met several travelers who, like him, wanted to become legendary heroes and challenged him to combat.
His name soon spread across the island, finally bringing August some joy.
He defeated them all and, to convince his master to accept him, wrote down their names and origins.
Finally, next to the city, he met his master, who was sitting with his eyes open in a large cave on top of the mountain.
However, he immediately threw away his notebook with the names and, for the first time in his life, bowed before a man with utmost respect.