Chapter 840: 322 Setting Sail and Halting

Chapter 840: Chapter 322 Setting Sail and Halting

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Olymus, a hero who was unremarkable in this world but barely left a name in the Mortal Realm’s original destiny.

He was the father of the younger Aias and a crew member of the Argo Ship.

In later accounts, Olymus’s son made a grave mistake after the victory in the Trojan War.

He desecrated the Apollo Priest who had taken refuge in the Athena Temple and was thus punished by the Goddess, falling into the sea.

However, Chaos was never short of arrogant heroes, and the younger Aias was one such.

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He grasped a reef amidst the waves, arrogantly proclaiming that even if all the deities on Mount Olympus united to attack him, he would still save his own life by himself.

And the result… was naturally obvious.

The enraged Poseidon stirred up boundless tsunamis, causing the younger Aias to die in the furious tides.

Of course, this had nothing to do with the present world.

The current Olymus was neither married nor had children, nor had he left a name in the Mortal Realm.

He was just an ordinary human, even his seafaring skills were demonstrated earlier on another occasion.

Since then, he left his hometown with regret.

Until today, Olymus met the young Heracles, who, like his younger self, was pursuing the footsteps of the Bronze Creator.

He finally resolved to regain what he had lost in the past.

“So, is this what you called a ‘ship’ earlier?”

“Hmm… No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like something that could sail.”

“Or rather, instead of calling it a ship, it’s more like a large coffin.”

South of Silver Moon City, on a beach, the young Amon carried a tall pack on his back.

Like a young person who had never seen the world, he unabashedly expressed his doubts.

However, regarding Amon’s question, Heracles actually had a similar feeling.

Because what was presented before the two of them was a massive cylinder lying on the beach.

The diameter of the cylinder was very long, probably as tall as several floors.

There were all kinds of protrusions and seams on top, seemingly indicating that it was not as simple as it looked.

And the ends of the cylinder were not smooth surfaces, but rather hemispherical domes.

From the outer appearance alone, the observer seemed not to struggle to understand its structure.

This was not a solid cylinder; it ought to be a hollow device.

Inside it, one could perhaps reside and live, as well as store materials and wealth.

However, from the perspective of a ‘ship,’ it seemed a bit odd.

Especially how such a thing would navigate the sea to reach the eddies of the East Sea?

“Indeed, this is the ‘ship.’ It’s just a bit different from what you understood.”

Without any servants, Olymus opened a heavy box.

Instantly, the colorful crystals nearly dazzled Heracles’s eyes, but he immediately sensed the energy contained within these crystals.

“What is this?”

“Elemental Crystals, the explanation is quite complex, but you can understand it as a manifestation of the energy mobilized by wizards when casting spells.”

“They often form in extraordinarily high-concentration elemental environments, like the Mystery Lock of Silver Moon City is said to accomplish this. As for their use…”

Patting the enormous cylindrical device, Olymus earnestly explained, “These crystals are what power this big fellow.”

“It was thanks to them that I was able to travel between the Sea Eye and the Mortal Continent.”

“Contrary to popular belief, the real Ocean is much more dangerous than you can imagine.”

“Especially when moving away from the coastal areas, into the regions that were once the battlefields of the Sea Gods.”

“Sea Monsters stained with Divine Blood, descendants of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, or sometimes Gods themselves pretending to be demons… Ancient tales say that Phorcys, the Son of the Ancient Sea God and Father of Monsters, was such.”

“If you were piloting a truly large ship, not even the breath of the Sea God could ensure a safe return.”

“Because the divine scent in the deep sea would rather attract many things, and unless the deity themselves escorted you, no one could truly be safe.”

“But I can kill them, believe me, there might be monsters in this world I can’t defeat, but we shouldn’t easily encounter them.”

Still somewhat hesitant, Heracles said doubtfully.

Although willing to trust his new friend, the great hero still harbored doubts about the ‘coffin’ before him.

Could such a thing really travel across the sea?

All these years, he had never seen a ship like this.

“Hmm… I trust in your power, Heracles, which is why I decided to travel with you.”

“But I also hope you understand, there aren’t many ships in this world that can withstand the impact of demigod-level forces.”

“If you don’t want to defeat Sea Monsters midway, only to ultimately perish at sea, I advise against it.”

“After all, these oceanic experiences, like the sea chart, each one is a guiding light stained with life and blood.”

Opening a panel on the cylinder, Olymus poured a box of crystals into it.

He then stepped back, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

“Prepare to witness, just as I once did.”

“Since that day forward, I finally dispelled my inherent prejudice against wizards.”

As the panel closed, Heracles witnessed the disappearance of the seams on the cylinder with the naked eye.

The next moment, as if lifeless, the creation that had been emitting faint energy entirely lost its extraordinary domain traces.

The extrusions at the tail of the cylinder vibrated suddenly, transforming into several various-sized fan blades.

Also, in the great hero’s perception, the ‘weight’ of the thing before him was no longer constant.

“What is this…?”

“As you can see, this is a ‘ship’ that can travel underwater.”

“It can seal itself off from the outside, isolating all extraordinary fluctuations, and can solely use material transformations and force transmission to propel this behemoth through the water.”

“It’s a stunning invention, isn’t it?”

“…Indeed, it’s quite stunning.”

Staring at the cylinder several persons in diameter and no shorter than a large ship, Heracles found it hard to imagine.

If not using extraordinary power, how could such a ‘coffin’ possibly move under the water?

However, since Olymus said so, he probably wasn’t lying.

Ultimately, whether the thing could move would soon be evident upon trial.

“So, is this the sea vessel of Silver Moon City?”

“Well, it is one of the sea vessels designed by the White Tower.”

“And as I understand it, they plan to develop something usable in both the sky and the sea.”

As he explained, Olymus recalled an interesting anecdote about this kind of ship.

“To add a hint of legend—do you know how this type of ship came to be conceived?”

Slightly shaking his head, Olymus did not know whether to believe this legend.

“It is said in a dream, a wizard was chasing a white dragon.”

“During the pursuit, he lost his target and wandered aimlessly… Ultimately, he entered a bizarre library.”

“Talking heads, endless circular corridors, countless books… He supposedly left something there, gaining the right to read eventually.”

“And the inspiration for this ‘ship’ came from a book titled [Twenty-Five Thousand Leagues Inside].”

“Quite a fascinating story.”

Both Olymus and Heracles didn’t pay much heed, after all, dreams were just dreams.

Perhaps the wizard who invented this vessel did indeed draw inspiration from a dream, but to manifest it into reality was ultimately due to his capability.

In any case, the ship problem was solved, and there was no need to find a navigator familiar with the path.

The greatest issue for going to sea was no longer an issue; Heracles could finally relax and make the last preparations.

However…

“On that note, is my trial temporarily paused?”

Somewhat puzzled, it had been quite some time since he slew the Hydra, yet the God of West Wind still hadn’t come to find him.

Although Heracles had somewhat softened his views of the Olympian Gods, the experiences of others did not yet suffice to alter the values instilled in him from childhood.

“Never mind.”

“Since the God of West Wind hasn’t sought me out, it must not be urgent.”

“And if they truly needed me, they wouldn’t be unable to find me.”

Nodding to himself, the great hero felt he was worrying too much.

As the God of West Wind, the intangible wind was the best medium. Once they wished to locate him, they surely could.

Furthermore, since slaying the Giant Lion, the god had left him a mark.

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“Tsk.”

“God’s mark, wonder what’s its purpose.”

On a beach near Silver Moon City, the young Amon was diligently playing the part of a crew member.

However, at the actual gates of Silver Moon City, a bird awakened from its slumber, revealing a conveniently humanized expression.

Silver Moon City, truly Silver Moon City.

Rumor has it that they worship the Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits, God above Gods.

Familiar title, familiar domain, and whether witchcraft or alchemy, all originate here.

Amon’s interest in this city hadn’t been a day or two.

Yet upon truly arriving, the bird suddenly discovered an invisible barrier obstructing this place’s portals.

The net encompassing the world had its structure twisted here, with its ‘strings’ tied into numerous knots.

Only entities it acknowledged could freely pass through.

Of course, if it merely stopped here, it couldn’t hold Amon back.

By ‘replacing’ an ordinary citizen, he could easily traverse this net.

However, a question arose: although Amon was confident in the rank and trait left in his peak, some things in this world still warranted his caution.

The external deity that destroyed Hemenu was one such thing.

A world-killing sword, a power transcending great divine might’s limits.

Although Amon was ninety percent sure it was a one-time power, he still didn’t want to test whether his ‘replacement’ could deceive the opponent’s psychic perception.

Hence, even though he was also ninety-nine percent sure the opponent hadn’t imbued their power into this so-called ‘Mystery Lock,’ he still wouldn’t actively breach this barrier.

This was no joking matter; if it truly was a creation-tier great power, given his current lack of power, even manufacturing numerous avatars wouldn’t evade this deadly disaster.

“But if that’s the case, there’s no choice left.”

“If I want to see inside yet have no opportunity… lacking an opportunity, I’ll have to rely on a kind soul to create one.”

Appearing somewhat resigned, the bird lightly flapped its wings.

After searching a while, it settled on a suitable target.

Though unaware of the origin of this mark or its relation to that powerful human, it didn’t matter.

After all, it’s godly, and gods are all the same.

They wouldn’t care for mortals, just as Amon didn’t care for this world’s life.

So now that your mark is in this city, will you enter or not?

The outcome was unknown, but for Amon, it was either achieving his wish or merely enjoying a show.

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