End of the World (City of the End).
A luxurious inn in the city center.
Ares, one of the Twelve Main Greek Gods, the God of War, with a bruised and swollen face, angrily grabbed the wine in his hand and chugged it down.
He had none of his previous style when he was intimidating the children, shouting for dancers to accompany him, cat girls as footstools, and fox spirits to carry weapons and relieve himself (arrogant and perverted expression).
"Heracles, are you crazy? Is Aslan your father? I only scolded the kids a few times."
"I didn't mess with your mother, did I?"
"Did you have to hit me this hard?"
As he spoke, Ares lightly touched the spot where Heracles had just punched him.
"Ouch~"
The moment he touched it, a stabbing pain came. Ares couldn't help but suck in cold air.
"Even Authority was used."
After all, because Aslan had given him something, Heracles had gained a huge advantage. When punching Ares, he naturally wouldn't hold back.
Not to mention he and Ares already had many conflicts.
"Damn honest-faced Poseidon, you actually set me up." Ares said angrily, as if ready to take revenge on Poseidon at any moment.
His mind echoed with Poseidon's words.
"Once you arrive in Arcadia, feel free to voice your dissatisfaction. Aslan won't dare do anything to you."
"Even if he hits you, you can use it to extort a sum from Arcadia and pressure them through this."
"Of course, if Athena appears, know your place and admit defeat. Athena won't do anything to you."
"Damn Poseidon, you didn't tell me Heracles would take action."
"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have come to this annoying place."
Ares grabbed the ice pack beside him and gently compressed the wound on his face. While compressing, he sucked in cold air.
"Damn, I suffered a big loss this time."
He was beaten without resistance and couldn't voice his grievances.
"If I don't regain my dignity in Arcadia, I'm no longer the God of War!" Ares stared at distant Arcadia with hatred, his red eyes gleaming with malicious light.
Because he was beaten by Heracles, and he couldn't defeat Heracles—more precisely, this incarnation couldn't defeat Heracles.
So he could only regain his dignity from Arcadia.
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End of the World, near the city center, on a bridge crossing a small river.
A one-tailed white-haired woman with red eyes, brown skin, tall and sexy, was looking at a tall building in the distance with a playful expression.
That was Ares' inn.
After all, Ares was one of the uninvited guests, so Aslan didn't prepare a special secret realm accommodation for Four-Digit Gods and Buddhas for him.
Instead, he temporarily rented a space-expanded building from Thousand Eyes.
"Who would've thought the first to cause trouble would be the Greek Pantheon. So eager to sever ties?"
The playful smile on her face was like a spectator in front of a circus, with strong interest in the upcoming show.
Footsteps sounded.
The white-haired woman turned without any surprise and happened to see Uesugi Kenshin in women's clothing, carrying a bag of beer, like an office worker just getting off work.
Uesugi approached with a helpless sigh.
"Of course, a lively place like this wouldn't be without you, Prithvi Mata."
Earth Goddess, one of the Twelve Guardian Gods of the Heavenly Army.
A Three-Digit Earth Goddess, and also the famous Gossip Goddess.
This was the essence of the white-haired mature woman.
Seeing her acquaintance, Prithvi wasn't surprised but laughed instead.
"Uesugi, you came at the perfect time. The show is about to start."
"Show?" Uesugi looked in the direction Prithvi pointed. With her level, she could naturally clearly see the person she knew in the inn not far away.
Then, she frowned and asked.
"Ares? Greece sent him to approach Aslan?"
"Approach? Sent by Greece?" Prithvi's expression suddenly became very subtle, looking like she wanted to laugh but was trying hard to hold it back.
"If it were really as you say, that would be interesting."
She said that, and without waiting for Uesugi to respond, she continued.
"Just keep watching. Now many eyes are focused there."
"Oh?" Uesugi looked at Ares thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome man?" Ares held the ice pack in one hand to tend his wound, while rudely retorting the gaze secretly observing him.
"Especially you! You're the chief editor of Shunshui-sha, deadpan photographer, don't look at me with those eyes!"
"If I find any news in Little Garden that damages my dignity, watch out—I'll come to the Heavenly Army to settle it with you!"
Earth Goddess Prithvi Mata, the famous Gossip Goddess in Little Garden. This was known to Four-Digit Communities in Little Garden.
But few among Three-Digits with information knew that Prithvi was the chief editor of Shunshui-sha, a troublemaking Community, and she was specifically in charge of gossip photography.
Who would use the Heavenly Army's intelligence channels to make gossip news?
Hearing that, Prithvi narrowed her eyes and waved her hand to dispel the gazes around her that turned to her.
(Ares? I'll remember you.)
However, clearly Ares' reputation had been ruined by himself to the point it couldn't be ruined more. He had no reputation left.
Prithvi also felt a bit dizzy about this.
Ares' face was too thick; even she had no way.
"Hey, Arcadia kids, where are the dancers I wanted?" Ares ignored the observing gazes around him and shouted while slamming the wall in extreme annoyance.
He seemed to want to use this to state that Arcadia's hospitality was inadequate and insincere.
But in fact, Arcadia's hospitality was already excellent. All aspects had been considered. Under Canaria's planning, even the most etiquette-savvy God wouldn't find any flaws.
But if he insisted on finding fault, Aslan also had ways to handle it.
Taking his gaze from Ares, Aslan sighed helplessly.
"Do I need to punch Ares again?" Heracles' honest voice sounded in his ear. Aslan shook his head.
"Even punching him ten times, Ares would be the same, even more troublesome."
"He's forcing me to perform."
"Forget it. He wants dancers, then give him dancers. And the most beautiful ones."
Aslan looked at Prithvi and nodded slightly to this famous Gossip Goddess.
Prithvi seemed to understand Aslan's intent, her face smiling, and she looked at Ares with greater curiosity.
"Lord Ares, people from Arcadia are sending dancers here." A trembling male voice sounded from outside.
"Hahaha, cowardly Arcadia dogs really admitted defeat." Ares laughed heartily. He felt greatly relieved. Just Arcadia—they were a bunch of cowards.
"Let them in."
Then the door opened.
Three "ladies" the most beautiful from various races, with pitch-black skin, faces with heavy makeup, arms and thighs piled with fat, wearing string clothes that only covered vital parts, entered.
"Lord Ares, we've come to serve you…" A greasy and disgusting voice that somehow described it sounded in the room.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
The lewd smile on Ares' face froze.
The minds of the Gods observing this place simultaneously paused for a moment. Even many observing with Gifts directly cut their connections.
At that time, the leading Ruhua affectionately hugged Ares' arm, leaned into Ares' embrace like a little bird, and said in a nauseatingly sweet tone.
"What's wrong? Lord Ares, don't you like our outfits? But wasn't this your request?"
"Of course, if you have other requests, our most beautiful dancer group can fulfill them too."
(My request…)
Ares, who had just realized, snorted, uncontrollable bloody tears overflowing from his eyes.
Vaguely, Ares seemed to hear the exchange of wills around him.
"Damn, turns out Ares likes this type? Why does his taste feel worse than Poseidon's?"
"I thought Poseidon was the peak, didn't expect another expert!"
"Damn, after this, when working with Ares, do we have to use 'beautiful women' like this? Brothers Gods, do you have any ways? Even if it's covered by public funds, I really don't want to accompany this lord with such heavy tastes?"
"…"
Ares' face now turned greenish-blue.
He could admit he wasn't picky and would chase the handsome women he liked.
But the three "dancers" in front of him didn't match his fetish at all. He now just felt like vomiting and wanted to gouge out his own eyes.
At this moment, Siyu opposite said in a tolerant tone.
"I heard Lord Ares just failed to chase another woman and was beaten until injured by her."
"But no problem, we'll tolerate everything about Lord Ares."
Hearing this, the Gods' minds around paused briefly, then the exchange voices became more enthusiastic.
"Turns out… the wound on Ares' face came from here."
"We thought he was beaten by Heracles."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
"News must be reported as is." Prithvi patted her chest and guaranteed it would be reported absolutely as is, without exaggeration.
As for Uesugi beside her, she had long closed her eyes; they stung watching that.
"Damn Arcadia offspring, I'm really angry now." Ares said that, then waved his hand.
A great force directly sent the three flying into the wall, seriously injuring them at the same time.
Their heads lolled, and they fainted on the spot.
*WENG—*
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
Bright golden light shone from the sky, piercing the floor, piercing space, illuminating this room, illuminating Ares' angry face.
A loud shout sounded.
"Ares, you dare injure Arcadia people! We've tried hard to meet your needs!"
"What more dissatisfaction do you have?"
Though they weren't human, they were created by Canaria gathering countless politically correct elements.
But even so, they were still Arcadia people.
In the sky, a lion made of golden lightning showed a terrifying head.
Lightning flickered; the golden lion seemed to want to devour all of Ares, charging at Ares from the sky.
Ares' face was fierce; suddenly a spear appeared in his hand. That spear, besides endless blood-red color and battle scars, had no other decorations.
"I'm satisfied with your flattened head!"
"Not just fighting? Whoever's a coward surrenders first."
Ares swung his spear, charging toward the lightning lion in the sky.
Spear and lightning collided at this moment!
*BOOM!*
A fierce storm triggered atmospheric phenomena. The originally dark night turned to day in an instant, then to darkness in a flash, followed by lightning and thunder, gale winds roaring.
"Damn! Sun Authority Leo, you cheat more than me!" Ares, whose whole body was charred black, red hair standing on end from electric shock, emitting black smoke, couldn't help but curse.
After all, the only Sun Authority Zodiac Aslan currently had was Leo.
So his strongest Beast Vassal now was the Fifth Beast Vassal, Regulus Aurum.
After fusing with Sun Authority Leo, Regulus Aurum surged to legendary Four-Digit existence due to compatibility, possessing corresponding power.
Though Ares was very strong, his original body was Four-Digit Elite, and he also had Authority Artifacts.
But the incarnation that came here naturally didn't have the original body's treatment. He could only fight with Authority understanding.
However, due to the essence of his Authority, Authority understanding could easily explode Four-Digit Outlier power.
But unfortunately, Leo's abilities leaned toward defense, making it awkward here.
In combat, both sides' strength was almost equal, but the one in armor would surely win in the end.
Not to mention Regulus Aurum's ability was lightning, extremely strong in attack power, destruction, and speed.
"I'm really angry this time." As he spoke, the rough and irritable nature in Ares' body all vanished now, leaving only a warrior's calm.
Expressionlessly, he discarded the spear in his hand.
"Ares will use Authority." The smile on Prithvi's face immediately faded a lot, even hardening slightly with seriousness.
The weakness of Sun Authority Leo was known to them all: it would suffer in bare-handed combat.
Though Ares was embarrassing, he was the God of War. His combat skills were top-notch, not to mention using Authority.
"Do we need to act? That kid might not be a match for Ares."
"Let's observe first."
"Indra said that unless Aslan uses Vasavi Shakti, we can just watch the show calmly." Uesugi said calmly.