Olympus could be… entertaining at times.
But occasionally, it also became tedious.
Take Ares, for example.
One of the other "gods of war." Technically, there were three now: Ares, Athena, and myself. But Ares… didn't take my presence well.
He approached me one afternoon, his massive muscles tensing under a golden aura of rage. His eyes burned with aggression as he stared at me, clearly unimpressed—or perhaps insulted—that someone so young-looking had claimed the divine title of war.
I could practically feel his thoughts: "How dare this child take what is rightfully mine? I will prove my superiority!"
Honestly? I found it… amusing.
I had the appearance of a gentle young teen, calm and almost unassuming. He, on the other hand, looked every part the war god he believed himself to be: towering, muscular, radiating raw aggression. The contrast alone was entertaining.
He lunged first, roaring, intent on some ridiculous display of strength.
I merely raised a hand.
The golden sword appeared. A divine weapon designed to sever the powers of gods themselves.
Ares blinked. Then he roared again, charging.
It wasn't even close.
With super speed, I sidestepped his strike, moving faster than he could track. Super strength, super endurance, and my divine energy flowed seamlessly into every movement.
When I struck, the sword cut through his defenses as if they were paper. His divine aura—what little of it he could muster against me—shattered instantly.
Ares hit the ground, chest heaving, glaring up at me.
I didn't even need to raise my voice.
"This isn't a fair fight," I said softly.
It wasn't supposed to be fair.
With my control over all six primary Avatars, combined with my golden sword and every last drop of divine energy, I could challenge any god in Olympus… and still remain untouchable.
Ares groaned, struggling to rise, clearly frustrated—and perhaps a little humiliated.
I tilted my head slightly, studying him.
I liked fighting. Real battles. Challenging opponents. But… Ares? Weak. Even with his strength, he had been no match. Not even close.
For a brief moment, I felt a spark of disappointment.
I wanted a fight. A real one.
Something to push me. Something to test every ability I had mastered.
Ares wasn't it.
I allowed him to stand, stepping back with a quiet, controlled gesture.
"Next time," I said calmly, "bring someone stronger."
He spat at the ground, glaring, but said nothing more.
I didn't need him to.
Victory had already been decided.
And in Olympus, I was beginning to realize… the only truly challenging opponents would be the Big Three.
The rest? Merely practice.