In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

You can swim really fast in the sea, why do you need to learn how to drive a raft?

"Uh...actually, it's not that I want to learn, but I want Jimia and Luslan to learn it." Oshen felt that it wouldn't be very useful for him to learn it. He could stay in the sea for a year and not die. After all, being in the sea was like returning to Poseidon's embrace.

Although this embrace is only cold.

"Oh, is that so? You're going out to sea?" Visanusak looked at Ocean with great interest.

“No.” Oshin said with a smile, scratching his head. “It just means that learning this skill will be a great help in drawing maps.”

“Hmm, I see.” Visanusak nodded, arms crossed. “Where are the other two? And my raft is so small, there’s no room for the three of you.”

"Regarding this... I'm actually planning to build a bigger raft. Uncle, do you know how to build rafts?"

"Ask the clan chief; this raft was made by your grandmother."

"Oh, I see." Oshin was a little confused.

Ocean's grandmother, who is also Doris and Cora's mother and the daughter of the previous chief, passed away many years before Ocean was born. Even Doris has little memory of her. The biggest legacy she left to the tribe was that raft.

Stepping out of Visanusak's shed, Oshin glanced at his two good brothers squatting at the shed entrance: "You two go in, I'm going to ask my mom about the raft."

"Okay, then we won't go map drawing today?" Kimia asked.

Ou Shen hesitated for a moment: "Let me ask my mom. If she knows how to make a raft, we won't go today. I'll see if I can make a big raft."

"Okay, go ahead." Luslan dragged Jimia into the shed.

Ou Shen shrugged and ran off.

Doris had just gotten up and was braiding her hair with vines.

"mom!"

Oshin's loud voice suddenly rang out, startling Doris, who snapped the vine in her hand with a snap.

"What are you doing, you brat!" Doris felt her fist harden. She lifted the curtain and looked at Oshin standing at the door, clutching the vine she had torn off.

"Eek!" Ou Shen instinctively shrank his neck.

"Um, Mom, I've come to ask if you know how to make a raft." Ou Shen shakily retreated a long distance.

"Huh? Making a raft?" Doris was taken aback. "Who told you I could make a raft?"

“Uncle Visanusak told me that the raft in the tribe was left by my grandmother.” Ocean cautiously approached Doris.

“The raft…” Doris’s eyes dimmed slightly. “After the morning meeting, go ask your aunt. She’s the one who maintains the raft. I don’t know how to make rafts.”

"..." Oshin wanted to say something, but he didn't know if he should. "Then Mom, what's wrong with my grandma? If my grandma were still alive, she would probably be about the same age as Uncle Visanusak."

Doris is 31 years old this year, and Visanusak is 52 years old. If Ocean's grandmother were still alive, she would indeed be about the same age as Visanusak.

“Mother…” Doris pursed her lips. “You child, don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask. Hurry up and go to the patriarch’s seat. I’m going to the morning meeting right away.”

......

After the morning meeting, Ocean found Cora, who was weaving linen.

Now that Cora is pregnant, she no longer goes out to sea to fish with the team.

"Auntie, do you know how to make a raft?" Ou Shen asked.

"Yes, I will." This time, Ou Shen did not receive a negative answer.

Cora was puzzled: "Did Doris tell you?"

“Well, I want to build a bigger raft and then go around the island to draw a map of it. The Hydra in the northeast and the Sphinx's territory further back are almost connected, so it would be easier to draw a map by water. But the raft in the tribe is too small to fit the three of us.”

Normally, three people, even if they are a bit burly, could easily fit on that small raft.

But Ou Shen and his two companions... well, let's not talk about them.

That raft could at most seat a few people.

"Oh, I see. How big do you want to make it? I'll teach you." After becoming pregnant, Cora's personality wasn't as fiery as before; she became more gentle and seemed to be moving closer to Doris's.

...At least get closer to the Doris we usually are.

"Well... it's about big enough for the three of us to sit, with a little extra space," Ou Shen described simply.

"Go cut down a few trees and put them on the beach. I'll go to the tribe's warehouse and get some hemp rope." Kora put down the hemp cloth she was weaving and stood up.

"I understand, Auntie." Ou Shen rushed out.

"This child... is still so energetic." Cora smiled and looked at her belly.

I really hope my child can be as lively as his cousin.

A short while later, Cora walked onto the beach with two bundles of hemp rope.

"Auntie!" Oshin waved to Cora from a distance.

Beside him was a huge stack of wood, taller than Ocean.

"Is this enough wood?"

"That's enough. Listen to my instructions and put these pieces of wood away properly." Cora directed Ocean to get to work.

After Visanusak went fishing with Ursula and another young girl who had just come of age, Jimia and Ruslan arrived at the beach.

The number of people doing the work increased to three.

Under Cora's direction, the work progressed very quickly, and the three young men finished the large raft before dark.

“Tie this up, and then it’ll be fine.” Cora nodded.

"Finally done." Ou Shen wiped the sweat from his face and let out a long sigh of relief.

The raft was about eight meters long and five meters wide, and there was plenty of room for Ou Shen and his two companions to sit on it.

With a hemp rope tied to one end of the raft, Ou Shen used a leftover log to drive a stake into the shore, tied the hemp rope to it, and called upon the tide to carry the raft to the sea.

"The rest is just a matter of seeing how the raft is tomorrow morning," Cora said with a smile.

Although I didn't do any work, I was still a bit tired after spending a day in this place.

"Thank you for your hard work, Auntie." Ou Shen likes to show his teeth when he smiles.

"Your Uncle Lilyana and the others will probably be back soon, go lend a hand." Kora yawned and walked towards the tribe.

"Oh!"

Although the three of them had worked all day, they still had plenty of energy.

“After we’re done helping out, let’s go back to training!” Ou Shen suggested excitedly.

The raft drifted on the sea, rising and falling with the waves.

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Chapter 503 The Trial of God

"Hey, are you two alright?" Oshin sat on the raft, looking helplessly at the corpses of Luslan and Jimia.

"Ugh—" Luslan struggled to lift his head, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a churning in his stomach and quickly leaned over the edge of the raft.

Ou Shen looked at Luslan, who was vomiting by the side of the raft, with an old man's expression and a disgusted look.

Jimia's situation wasn't much better than Luslan's; she stared at the sky with a look of utter despair.

“I understand that it’s Ruslan’s first time on a raft, but what’s wrong with you, Jimia? You used to swim all the time, you should be used to the feeling of rising and falling in the sea by now.” Oshin sighed and stretched out a hand, which glowed with blue light.

The waves stopped, and the swaying raft also came to a stop.

“This is different, Ou Shen.” Jimia felt like she’d thrown up everything she’d eaten last year. “These are two different feelings, two completely different feelings…”

"Alright, how are we supposed to get to the north of the island looking like this?" Ou Shen sighed as he looked at his two pathetic brothers.

Logically speaking, as residents of an island who are in constant contact with the sea, seasickness should absolutely not occur.

But both of them got seasick.

"No problem, we'll adapt quickly, don't worry." Luslan gave a thumbs-up while lying down, making it hard to believe him.

Oshin rolled his eyes: "I've restored the free flow of the sea, you guys need to get used to it."

......

In the woods behind the temple on Athena Island.

"Hey!" A figure who wasn't very tall brandished a long spear, his eyes sharp.

呲——

The spear thrust out and struck the wooden stake in front of him directly.

The massive tip of the golden spear pierced straight through the wooden stake. The young man's eyes turned slightly cold as he gripped the spear tightly.

Magic—Activate!

boom!

Golden light burst from the tip of the spear, shattering the wooden stake into pieces.

"call......"

Lemoni planted the golden spear on the ground, let out a long breath, and his serious expression returned to calm.

"You've made some progress, kid." A voice came from behind Lemoni, filled with interest and appreciation.

“Athena, my lady.” Upon hearing the voice, Lemoni turned around and knelt on one knee.

The person who arrived was none other than [Athena, the Goddess of War].

Athena, as always, wore magnificent gold and white armor, her long golden hair flowing in the wind, looking both heroic and beautiful.

“I accept your respect, Lemoni, rise.” Athena said casually with a smile.

"Yes."

"How have you been feeling lately?" Leaning against the tree trunk, Athena looked at the boy with great interest.

Lemoni is eight years old this year, but he is not human, which is something everyone knows.

It's just a non-human that uses a human appearance; in a sense, Lemoni could even be defined as a divine beast.

Therefore, it is only natural that Lemoni's growth rate is greater than that of humans.