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

Poseidon nodded.

He didn't quite believe that Ocean could break through the blockade imposed by the two gods.

He sighed and turned away.

"Sometimes, I really wish I had never had this son."

After saying this, he controlled the waves to roll onto the shore, and his figure disappeared into the waves.

As the fluctuations of Poseidon's divine power gradually disappeared from his perception, Hermes sighed heavily.

"I'm all set now." Hestia stood up, deactivated the simulated heart she had just created, and reconnected the blood vessels to the repaired heart.

"Tell me what you have to explain, Hermes." Hestia patted her skirt, her mood somewhat sour.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's extremely bad.

After receiving instructions from the expert and arriving here, I was completely bewildered, and then I witnessed an utterly absurd scene.

Can demigods actually generate divine cores?

Unheard of.

Wait, I've never seen a demigod before.

No, that's not right either. It really is something I've never heard of before.

Then, Poseidon's arrival abruptly interrupted this miraculous moment.

“Aunt Hestia, may I ask you a question first?” Hermes did not turn around, but looked at the sea with his eyes open.

It contains nothing but disgust.

What do you think of what Poseidon just did?

"...What do you mean?" Hestia frowned.

"Can you answer me?" Hermes sighed.

"...It's like something a god would do," Hestia commented cautiously.

“Yes, only gods would do that,” Hermes said with a smile and a shake of his head.

He turned around and looked at Hestia.

“Hestia, I know what your attitude is. Instead of living in Dodona, you've been in contact with humans a lot. You should... have the same [human heart] as me now.”

Hestia remained silent.

“Oshin is an experiment, but his significance goes far beyond that.” Hermes bent down, looking at Oshin’s pale, weak appearance and closed eyes, and gently stroked his hair.

“The value he can create, the facts he can prove, are far greater than you can imagine, so may I ask you… to join forces with me?” Hermes extended his hand to Hestia.

"...What are you trying to say?"

“Oshin is a product of God and man, meaning he can be a man or a god, but ultimately... he will only be a man.”

Hermes narrowed his eyes.

"There is ultimately a gap between God and man, but there is one person who may be able to make that gap disappear."

"It is undoubtedly tragic that gods have no human heart. This is the result of my calculations. Although it may not be correct, I will take it as correct."

“This person is Ocean.” Hermes pointed at Ocean, a smile on his face.

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Chapter 583 The Gods Retreat

Hestia looked at Hermes, the calm and serenity she had shown when interacting with people completely gone, replaced by... the scrutiny and questioning of a god.

"...What are you planning?" Hestia frowned, staring at Hermes.

“I’m not planning anything; I’m just testing a possibility,” Hermes smiled. “Want to come along?”

Hestia remained silent for a moment, then finally shook her head.

"I won't get involved in this kind of thing, but..."

Hestia floated up, her gaze towards Hermes somewhat complicated.

"Are you aware of the consequences of conducting this kind of verification without the expert's knowledge?"

"Can you speak?" Hermes asked with a rather confident smile.

"...When did you become so cunning, Hermes?" Hestia sighed. "I really won't say. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said. I still have a mission from the Great God, so I'll take my leave now."

"Farewell." Hermes waved.

He looked at the cabin and said, "Hey you guys, now that Poseidon and Hestia are gone, you can come out. I'm one of you."

No sooner had Hermes finished speaking than Ruslan darted out and pounced on Ocean, followed closely by the other three who ran out and surrounded Ocean.

Looking at the group of teenagers, Hermes sighed softly: "Oshen is no longer in danger, but... as you just saw, his half-condensed divine core has been imprisoned."

“My shackle is insignificant, just a time-limited one, but his father… Poseidon, probably put an eternal shackle on that divine core.” Hermes rubbed his temples in frustration, his expression showing a hint of discomfort.

He knew that the divine core that Ocean had condensed was probably somewhat similar to Poseidon's divine core, but he did not expect that they would be so similar that Ocean's divine core began to compete with Poseidon's divine core for control of the sea even before Ocean was born, thus attracting Poseidon's attention.

"Thank you, Lord Hermes," Roslan said, kneeling on one knee and speaking in a somber tone.

"...No need to thank me. If it weren't for my oversight, I probably wouldn't have attracted Poseidon. No... Poseidon would almost certainly have come." Hermes shook his head.

"In short, Ocean's condition has stabilized now, so you can take good care of him." Hermes, like Hestia before, floated up. "Now I need to go help Hestia deal with the mess Ocean and that little whale made."

"...Trouble?" A somewhat weak voice came through.

Hermes smiled helplessly and looked at Ocean, who had opened his eyes: "Look around."

Then it disappeared.

"Oshin, how are you feeling? Why don't you get some more sleep?" Luslan asked Oshin with concern.

"It's okay, I feel... alright now." Ou Shen shook his head, sat up, and touched his chest.

He knew exactly what had happened, perfectly well.

Divine core, shackles, Poseidon...

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

But after blinking, the cold light disappeared.

Supporting himself on Luslan and Jimia's arms, Oshen stood up and let out a sigh of relief: "Don't you guys feel... a bit chilly?"

"Roar—" A roar echoed across the sea.

All of them turned their gazes toward the sea.

“Barsamizo? It’s still here.” Ocean was somewhat surprised. “Didn’t it leave with Poseidon?”

"Roar, whoosh—" Basamizo seemed to be talking to Ocean, his voice sounding... a little aggrieved?

Ou Shen: ???

Did I hear that right?

Ou Shen walked towards the sea.

"Oshin, you want to..."

“It’s nothing, it’s just… something came up.” Ou Shen turned around and faced the group, his expression calm. “I just wanted to find out what happened… that’s all.”

and......

He walked forward.

The sea is currently quite rough for Ocean, with ice floes everywhere, making it very difficult to navigate.

Oshin stepped out of the area covered by the Rashtanaha canopy and reached out his hand.

A snowflake landed in Ou Shen's palm, but it didn't melt; it just remained there.

The sea parted, and Basamizo emerged from the water.

"What do you want to say, big whale?" Ocean didn't think much, just followed his instincts, holding the delicate snowflake in one hand and pressing the other hand on Basamizo's head.

The four people on the shore, including Rashtanaha, were stunned.

"What... what's going on? Weren't these two fighting to the death yesterday?" Aga was a little confused, his thoughts were all jumbled up, and everything that had happened so far felt somewhat unreal to him.

"this......"

"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"

The idea, along with Ou Shen's hand, was passed on.

"You ask me whether Poseidon has sealed my power?" Oshin frowned slightly.

He nodded and replied, "Yes, my power, the power I am about to gain, the power that belongs to me, is sealed."

"Roar—roar—" Basamizo suddenly roared, as if he were very angry.

Oshin stared blankly at Basamizo, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm telling you, my power is sealed, so why are you so angry?"

"Roar--"

"You're saying you don't want to fight me anymore? Because it's pointless to fight me when my power is sealed? Ha, you've got some nerve." Ou Shen laughed and cursed at the same time.

"Roar—Ang—"

Basamizo roared twice more, then ignored Ocean and sank into the sea, flicking his tail fin and swimming away into the distance, disappearing from sight in no time.

Ou Shen was left alone, holding snowflakes in his hands, standing on the sea, looking into the distance.

"Hurry up and find a way to regain your strength, then come and fight me again...?" Ou Shen murmured.

Smiling and shaking his head, Ou Shen put the snowflake in his mouth, feeling the cool, tingling sensation, and turned away.

"I would do this without even being told."

......

Alma had locked the tavern door tightly and was curled up on her bed, trembling.