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

The flames reflected on the wine glasses, filling the venue with a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Cheyhun was already sobbing uncontrollably, chugging down glass after glass of liquor.

Aga also arrived at the scene and was standing next to his sister.

He looked at the four figures standing in the center of the hall in front of the white chimera, then abruptly grabbed a glass of wine, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

"Hey!" Alma was startled.

"Uh—ah." Aga wiped the corner of his mouth.

This is how they drink, right?

It feels... really good.

"What's wrong, Aga?" Elma asked curiously.

Although Aga grew up in taverns, he never drank too much.

“I said, Muqi… Sister,” Aga pointed at Oshen and the others, “don’t you think that’s great?”

"...Explain what happened with those two words you just said unintentionally." Alma grabbed Aga by the neck and lifted him up.

"Ugh—ugh—" Aga felt his breathing becoming difficult.

A hint of hesitation and gloom flashed in Ruslan's eyes.

“Ruslan.” Ocean grabbed his shoulder.

“…What’s wrong?” Luslan looked into Oshen’s eyes.

"If you want to be able to accept the cheers as a matter of course, then hurry up and catch up with us." Kimia was eating a piece of grilled meat when she looked at Ruslan.

Luslan was stunned for a moment, then shoved Oshin's hand away.

"I know what to do even without you telling me."

......

night.

At this massive party, several people undoubtedly drank too much together.

But Ruslan seemed to have something on his mind; he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, just after sobering up.

Stepping out of the room, Luslan looked at the sea, its surface shattered by the rain, and pursed his lips.

"Alright! Now that you're awake, let's take this opportunity to exercise!"

Ruslan put one hand behind his back and did a handstand.

He did a handstand push-up with one hand.

It's so fast that it's already creating afterimages.

He muttered it to himself.

1......100......1000......

To deserve the cheers as a matter of course...

I don't care about that kind of thing.

All I care about is being by Anno's side, nothing more.

So, make yourself stronger, make yourself—stronger!

The number of times has reached 2000.

Not enough!

We must continue, we must break through the limits of this body!

3000!

Luslan's arms were still moving, working on his muscles and tendons.

After doing 5000, Ruslan switched arms and continued doing handstand push-ups.

Rashtanaha's consciousness silently watched Ruslan.

Still trying...?

Suddenly, both Ruslan and Rashtanaha felt a pang of heart palpitation.

Ou Shen suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep.

Ruslan was thrown off balance by the sudden sensation, twisted his wrist, and fell to the ground.

The next second, a gust of wind swept up Ruslan.

A light appeared on the pitch-black sea.

It is neither the warm and bright light of the sun, nor the cool and calm light of the moon.

Instead, it was orange-red, like the scorching light of a blazing flame.

The gods stood on the sea.

Luslan was thrown over by the gust of wind and is now sitting on the ground, staring in horror at the figure standing on the sea.

Rashtanaha trembled, its thick trunk shaking involuntarily.

Such fierce, such immense power.

It can only be—

God.

Ou Shen kicked open the door of the wooden house with a bang and looked outside nervously.

Ou Shen's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately felt uncomfortable.

That feeling, it felt like—like I was about to evaporate.

The deity brought with it terrifying heat and pressure.

Before the rain even fell, it evaporated high in the sky, and the seawater beneath the gods' feet emitted steam like white mist.

“I am Hephaestus.”

"One of the twelve Olympian gods, [Hephaestus, the god of fire and blacksmithing]."

God declared calmly.

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Chapter 570 Ruslan is taken away

Luslan's body trembled from the divine power, and he couldn't move at all despite wanting to.

What are you trying to do?!

Ou Shen lay down on the ground. He felt like his lungs were on fire, but his body was still reacting and breathing heavily in order to survive.

Ou Shen forcibly summoned some seawater, trying to fill his lungs with it, but it was instantly evaporated by the heat carried by the divine power.

Hephaestus's gaze shifted to Ocean, his eyes flickered slightly, and he slightly reduced the continuous output of his divine power.

Although he and Poseidon were quite at odds, he still knew that the harm wouldn't befall his son, and he had heard from Duoduo that the boy's relationship with his father wasn't good.

"Achoo!" Poseidon, who was continuing his experiments on the birth of life on the seabed, sneezed violently, causing a storm to rise across the entire ocean floor.

Hephaestus didn't look at Ocean again, but instead grabbed Ruslan, who was sitting on the ground, and flew towards the sky.

"Wait!" Oshin reached out and grabbed at Ruslan, his eyes blazing with fury. "Brother Ruslan!"

Because of his lung injury, he could only crawl forward a short distance before bowing his head and coughing.

"Ruslan! Ruslan!!!"

Even so, Ou Shen forced himself to stand up.

Summoning the seawater, which swept him away, Ou Shen chased after it into the sky, as if a giant waterspout had appeared on the sea surface.

Hearing the commotion, Jimia and Lemoni rushed out, frowning and anxiously watching Hephaestus disappear into the horizon and Ocean chasing after him.

"Hephaestus—give Roslang back!!!"

Ou Shen roared hoarsely.

"Calm down, Ou Shen!" At that moment, a figure appeared above Ou Shen, blocking his way.

Oshin clenched his fists, glaring angrily at the person blocking his way: "Hermes, are you trying to stop me?!"

"Calm down!" Hermes frowned, his squinting expression gone.

"That's my brother!" Ocean grabbed the sea bow, forcefully breaking free of the vines binding his left hand, and stared at Hermes with bloodshot eyes. "Get out of my way!"

"I'm your brother!" Hermes wasn't going to put up with Ocean's bad temper. With a flick of her slender hand, a staff-like object appeared in her palm. "I told you to calm down first!"

He pointed his staff directly at Ou Shen: "If you don't calm down and listen to me, I'll throw you right into the mud at the bottom of the sea!"

"How could I possibly calm down!" Ocean continued to roar, relentlessly. "Wouldn't you be worried if Apollo were kidnapped?"

"Achoo!" Apollo, who was sleeping in his palace orbiting the Earth, suddenly sneezed.

"You..." Hermes was speechless for a moment.

He and Apollo had an excellent relationship. Although they were not brothers, they were closer than blood brothers. Even the Scepter of the God of Commerce in Hermes's possession was a gift from Apollo to Hermes.

“How could Apollo be kidnapped!” Hermes and Ocean shouted at each other. “What you need to do now is shut up! I believe that Brother Hephaestus would not take that boy named Luslan away for no reason.”

Ocean, panting heavily, glared at Hermes but said nothing more.

Hermes noticed that Ocean's attitude seemed to have softened, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Brother Hephaestus isn't the kind of god who would bring disaster to humanity." Hermes gently patted Ocean's shoulder twice. "I'll help you find out why your brother took Roslan away."

"Trust me one more time, Ocean." Hermes pointed in the direction of Doris Island and looked at Ocean earnestly.

Ou Shen's hand, gripping the sea bow, bulged with veins, but after a few seconds, it seemed as if he had lost all strength.

“…Don’t point your sleeping staff at me.” He stared into Hermes’ eyes, his body trembling slightly. “Bring Roslan back, brother.”

Hermes was somewhat stunned by Ocean's abrupt change in attitude. Just moments ago he was yelling at him, but now he seemed like a wronged child.