Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"How about I give them a few leopard-skin blankets? They'll be warm in winter and cool in summer."

The blonde goddess's lips curled into a ferocious grin, her gaze chilling.

"Or do you want me to dry you up and turn you into a flag to plant here?"

"Leopard Express, always on the mission!"

Miss Leopard immediately straightened her posture, raised her hand in salute, and solemnly made her promise.

Seeing how well the feline had been trained, Kukulkan withdrew the obsidian battle axe that had been held against the leopard lady's throat with satisfaction. His warm smile was like a gentle breeze.

If I remember correctly, this adorable little guy who captured my heart mentioned wanting to go to Greece...

It seems that everything that appears to be accidental is also inevitable.

I like capable guys, and I'm really looking forward to our next meeting.

But it seems... it'll be soon...

Kukulkan stretched comfortably, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

The Fifth Era…Emotional Civilization…Humanity Continues to Exist…

Will you children who are trying so hard to learn to walk stop in 2012…2016…2030… or in the more distant future?

Everything seems to be getting more and more interesting.

Closing Remarks (Welfare Poll)

1. A few personal rants: This volume has over 300 chapters, and finally the structure and ending are satisfactory. Going from 2000 subscribers to 800 is quite a failure, considering the book's group has over 2000 members and the author only has 1300 followers. With this result, I'll probably be gone by the time I finish writing...

If you like it, please follow and subscribe to support and encourage us.

By the way, just a heads-up, I generally won't repeat similar cycles, so the next volume of Norse mythology will skip directly to the Age of Gods and enter the most intense multi-theistic war.

2. Actually, the Greek section is a series of interconnected stories, and if you look at it carefully, it's quite systematic.

The Titans War – Pandora's Box – The Hunt for Calydon – The Race for the Golden Apples – The Argonauts' Expedition – The War of the Titans.

In this volume, I've done my best in character development and world-building. Aside from being a bit longer, the quality and plot are absolutely on par with the first volume.

3. Regarding the future direction of Greece, here's a foreshadowing.

Legend has it that after the Trojan War, Troy was captured, and Prince Paris led his people to the Italian peninsula. With the help of the god of love, they merged with the local people, bringing them Hellenization and forming the precursor to Rome.

Romulus, the Roman god-father, is said to be a descendant of Ares and Aphrodite. His native names are Mars and Venus.

The Julius family, the most influential imperial family in Rome, is also said to be a descendant of Venus.

That's right, your Umu Monster Rose Emperor is a branch of the goddess of love.

The claim that the true Greek legitimacy lay in Rome was not just an empty phrase.

So what will Zeus do? You can guess.

4. As usual, it's bonus time! In this volume, I'll write a bonus chapter about choosing characters and post it in the newly created full subscription group when I have time.

a. Athena

b. The Medusa Sisters

c. Ereshtar

d. Themis

e. Medea Circe

f. Atalata

Full subscription group: 674275284 (Sorry, I made a mistake before)

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Chapter 1: The Gathering of Heroes (4k)

At the port of Icarus in Athens, ships of all sizes were moored in rows. The winds of the Aegean Sea churned the surface, causing waves to surge.

Rumble…

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and muffled thunder rumbled intermittently from the low-hanging clouds, giving the entire Peloponnese peninsula a look of impending storm.

Sigh, another day we can't go out to sea...

The old man furled the sails, disembarked, tied the ropes, and leaned against a marble statue of a young man with wings on his back, standing in the harbor, and sighed softly.

These past few years have been too chaotic.

On rainy days when we can't go out to sea, the whole family is waiting for him to feed them.

Finally, the weather cleared up, but besides paying taxes to the noble lords, they also had to guard against pirates and be wary of Carthaginian slave ships, lest they be kidnapped and used as hostages or slaves.

I heard that some time ago, a prominent figure from a Roman demigod family was kidnapped by a group of rampant Cilician pirates on Rhodes. The ransom demanded was 20 dinars, but this nobleman, for some unknown reason, immediately negotiated the price down to 50 dinars. That's a lot of gold Zeus; he might not earn that much in his entire life.

He doesn't have many people at home, and they have trouble even eating. If he gets kidnapped, no one can ransom him.

In addition, the Persians have been causing trouble again recently, and their piracy ships have infiltrated the coastal waters.

If these foreign lunatics are caught, they're guaranteed to lose their lives.

The Persians and the Greeks fought two wars, and each time these northern barbarians came, they caused rivers of blood and fields of corpses.

But the Greeks were not to be trifled with either, and they repeatedly humiliated these intruding Persian barbarians, failing to achieve their goal.

Are the Persians still not giving up and about to start fighting again so soon?

I wonder when this will ever end?

Sigh, forget it. Let's leave this to the big shots at Mount Zhanshen. The important thing is to go back and weave some bamboo baskets and figure out how to exchange them for some food for today.

The old man sighed. He helped the sculpture up, turned, and walked towards his home.

Meanwhile, in the council chamber of Mount Ares.

"You want us to lend you an entire fleet, making a huge fuss, just to wipe out a few pirates on Rhodes Island? Did I hear that right?"

“I came here on behalf of Rome with sincerity, intending to negotiate amicably with you all, but I have been kidnapped by Greek pirates. This is a blatant humiliation for both my family and Rome!”

"We can send the Saints from the temple to handle the aftermath, and those pirates can be handed over to you tomorrow..."

"I must clear my name of this disgrace!"

"There's no need to mobilize the entire fleet for just a few petty thieves!"

"Oh, this is what I promised them, to send a fleet to 'welcome' these friendly friends, and then crucify them."

"..."

At the round table, the young man with black hair, green eyes, a laurel wreath, and a slightly plump figure, who was somewhat relentless, saw that the momentum of the people in the council was waning. He then smiled slightly and changed the subject.

"Of course, if this puts you all in a difficult position, for the sake of our friendly relations, let's each compromise. My personal honor or disgrace can be disregarded, but yesterday's proposal..."

"You're asking for 100 Saint Seiya warriors, 500 Divine Blood Warriors, and a thousand-strong heavy infantry? Do you think they're cabbages growing on the roadside?!"

The representatives of the Greek city-states were furious.

“Alright, let’s compromise. We can remove the heavy infantry here, but the rest of the manpower must be in place within half a month. We are currently at war with the Persians and cannot wait much longer…”

"Ha, you're fighting against Persia? According to information from Mount Ares, Persia is amassing troops and preparing for the Third Greco-Persian War! And this time, it will be led by Darius I, one of the two Persian kings, and his son-in-law Xerxes! How are you Romans guarding our rear for us?!"

The slightly chubby young man frowned slightly upon hearing the imperious question.

"The Persian Empire is vast and powerful. In order to relieve the pressure on our allies, we are facing Cyrus the Great, who has been deified, along with his tens of thousands of immortals and the Meteor Legion led by the great hero Arash! If we hadn't tied these forces down in Mesopotamia, they would be the ones coming this time!"

Moreover, the Assassins and the Old Man of the Mountain have recently been active, repeatedly attempting to assassinate our generals. That's why we need the Saints of Mount Ares and the Heroes of Paradise Island to ensure the safety of our officers!

Ladies and gentlemen, the Persian Empire's intention was to first weaken Rome, and then launch a full-scale Third Greco-Persian War against Greece.

Rome lacked heroes who could lead independently, while Greece lacked sufficient regular troops. Only by complementing each other could they coexist!

If you allow the enemy to defeat you one by one while you remain hesitant and timid, then imagine which country will be the first to suffer when Persia frees up its resources!

Even if you manage to repel Xerxes and Darius this time, Cyrus the Great might come next!

The representatives of the Greek city-states discussed amongst themselves, and after a moment of noisy whispers, an old man in magnificent robes, as if seeing through the Roman representative's intentions, gave a cold laugh without any politeness.

"Don't make it sound so righteous. Rome is guarding the borders not just for Greece! If we're talking about sharing the burden, we not only have to protect you from the Carthaginians' troubles, but Egypt behind them has also been frequently mobilizing troops lately. Cyrus is not easy to deal with, but do you think Ramses II is so easy to handle? We can complain too, so why don't you send a few Roman legions to help us share the burden!"

Most of the Greek city-states in the council hall agreed with this, nodding to each other. Even the city-states that had initially been interested in sending troops to support Rome chose to wait and see.

The slightly overweight young man's gaze fell upon the Medusa emblem on the old man's chest, and his eyes froze.

The Pandion family, the builders of Athens and the current rulers of Greece, essentially represent the attitude of Greece.

The slightly overweight young man took a deep breath and gave a cold reminder.

"Gentlemen! We are facing not only the Persians, but also the Huns on two fronts. The current Hunnic king, Attila, is no less threatening than Cyrus the Great!"

Moreover, Rome is already stretched thin, needing to guard against the barbarians of Northern Europe. Do you really want to see the Persians consolidate their forces and first conquer Greece?

"Insolence! Julius family, only your ancestor Romulus would be qualified to say such a thing!"

The old man was furious, his attitude arrogant and disdainful.

"Don't forget, even your ancestors were nothing more than defeated survivors who fled Troy! The Pantheon had to show deference to Mount Ares, so how dare you tell us what to do?!"

"Alright, I've been nosy. Goodbye!"

The slightly overweight young man gave a forced smile and apologized before turning away.

"Well, Caesar, you didn't manage to persuade the old man in the council chamber, did you?"

As the Roman envoy stormed up to the foot of Mount Ares, a muscular, red-haired man standing at the crossroads laughed heartily, stretched out his arms as if to embrace him, and gave him a warm welcome.

"It's not just that I couldn't get through to them, I was even kicked out."

Caesar spread his hands, gave a helpless wry smile, then rolled his eyes at the gloating guy and slapped away the big hand that was on his shoulder.

"I say, Leonidas, you knew this would happen all along, didn't you? You came here on purpose to laugh at me, didn't you?"

"This has nothing to do with me; it's Alexander's speculation."

Leonidas winked and grinned mischievously, then pulled out a red-haired youth with a slightly immature face from behind the tree and tucked him under his arm.

"It's you again, you ungrateful Macedonian barbarian! I asked you to come with me this morning, but you said you were sick. Tsk, I'm not paying back the 50 dinars I owe you!"

"Hahaha, it's just a few gold coins. At worst, I'll take care of those ignorant pirates for you. Maybe I can even make a profit on top of the initial 50 dinars!"

The young man chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned, concealing his mischievous behavior.

"Oh, good idea! How about we chip in and recruit soldiers to wipe out the pirates in the area, and split the profits in half?"

Caesar's eyes lit up, and he stroked his chin, surprisingly quite interested.

"Come on, you think you can scrape together money? Alexander paid for all your food and lodging in Athens recently."

Leonidas laughed and punched Caesar on the shoulder, interrupting the man's wicked thoughts.

"However, speaking of which, the Persians, Huns, Carthaginians, and Egyptians are all mobilizing troops. It can't be a coincidence; something big is bound to happen. Now that we're surrounded by enemies, I have a feeling this trouble is quite serious..."

Then, one of the two Spartan kings stroked his chin, gazing towards Athens shrouded in dark clouds, his eyes gleaming.

"Indeed, I don't understand why all four of them suddenly became so active, and there seems to be some kind of tacit agreement between them. I've never seen anything like this before..."

The young emperor of Rome nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

"Perhaps, things on earth and things in heaven are connected..."

The Macedonian prince's deep gaze passed over the marble statues of the Parthenon, then he looked up at the sky with a meaningful expression.

"You mean... a war of gods!"

Caesar was the first to react, his breath caught in his throat, his face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but mutter in surprise.

"If that's the case, then wouldn't that mean we're in big trouble!"

Leonidas gasped, his face darkening with horror.

Once the war of gods begins, rivers of blood will flow, and the brutality of the war will escalate dramatically!

As far as he knew, a great and glorious war of the gods had directly disrupted spacetime and crushed the chaotic tides surrounding Greece, gradually connecting the world into a whole.

After that, the Greek gods experienced another division during the Trojan War.

The defeated Olympian gods led the Trojans to distant lands, to explore new territories, and to establish Rome. They were then worshipped in the Pantheon, where they provided refuge for the believers.