Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Since the creation of the world, four generations of mankind have been born.

In the first age, mankind enjoyed the most perfect gift.

The star dew falling from the sky, the nectar gushing from the earth, the mixture of material and spirituality, and the blood of the gods, together they created the Golden Age.

Therefore, although the golden generation cannot survive death, they are born to be immortal. Moreover, although the conflicts between the bloods of the gods have caused them to lose some of the abilities of the descendants of the gods, they have also made the golden humans have no "bloodline source" to exist.

Because the imprints of each god in the divine blood have been erased, only the purest original essence remains.

In the second generation, humans are still born extraordinary.

Without the gifts from the gods and the bounties from nature, the power from several ancient gods of creation still makes them extraordinary.

If there had been no extraordinary path in that era, I'm afraid that the Silver Generation of humans would have produced many strong men, and even some powerful demigods.

Perhaps this is the balance of fate, that humans in the first two eras had the most powerful talents, but no path to move forward.

And it is precisely because of this transitional gift that their spirits are distorted in different directions.

By the third generation, the bronze humans finally came into contact with extraordinary powers for the first time, but they no longer possessed the talents of their ancestors.

For them, the threshold to becoming a legend was already as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even until the flood destroyed the world, no truly native fifth-level legend was born.

"But the fourth generation is different. You know, I personally prefer to call it the 'Heroic Age'."

"Because the people of this era have both increasingly perfected extraordinary paths and outstanding talents, and such people are called heroes by ordinary people."

The 'string' of bloodline was held in the palm of Zeus. He was the original initiator of the spread of the descendants of gods, and he easily grasped the chain in his palm.

Maybe one day in the future, this offspring that he had high hopes for would break it, but it didn't matter, because before that, Zeus would find new shackles.

"These are the descendants of gods. They have the blood of gods in their bodies, so the shackles that mortals find difficult to cross seem so easy for them. However, all the gifts of fate must be paid for. This is a help, but it is also a restriction."

"When the descendants of gods touch the realm of demigods, they either have to completely embrace the gift of their bloodline source, or make greater efforts than ordinary people to try to eliminate this influence that is deeply rooted in their bones. But no matter which one they choose, before this influence is removed, they are destined to be influenced by their ancestors."

"This is the 'Heroic Age'. Every hero is an outstanding descendant of a god, but their fight on earth is merely an extension of the gods' will. Even if there are a few people who understand and resist unwillingly, it is meaningless."

"After all, everything is always seeking profit. No one is sure that they can reach the top at the beginning of life. When the blood of God is placed in front of you, who would refuse it?"

No one would refuse, least of all Hercules. This god-born with extraordinary talent could strangle poisonous snakes when he was just born, which was a symbol of the activeness of his divine blood.

So when Zeus transmitted the influence along the invisible string, there was almost no hindrance in between.

It was almost visible to the naked eye that the tall young man covered in animal skins in the distance had a dazed look in his eyes.

"Get ready." Zeus said with a smile, "It will be your turn soon."

……

Snapped--

Waving a whip, the young Hercules was driving his flock at the foot of the Cithaeron Mountains.

This is his daily work, and also a form of exercise that is unique to him. As for what he does specifically, it is mainly to ensure the safety of the sheep.

The only difference is that it is not to prevent them from being eaten by wild animals, but to prevent yourself from accidentally killing them.

"call--"

"The strength has increased again. It's really troublesome."

Leaning against a rock, Hercules let out a long breath.

Just this morning, he suddenly felt more energetic, but he didn't think it was a good thing.

Because this was not the first time the young man had experienced this, and as expected, this was another time his strength had increased.

This sudden jump in power had happened more than once since he was a child, and it brought Hercules many benefits, but more troubles.

As a baby he accidentally injured a servant in this way, and after he learned to walk he destroyed furniture and books more than once.

When he was a teenager, Hercules subconsciously fought back against his teacher who taught him reading and writing. However, he failed to control his strength and the teacher died on the spot.

Even though a fair judge later found the self-defender not guilty and that his action was a reasonable counterattack against his corrupt teacher, he was still assigned to this remote place to herd sheep.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, Hercules' mother assigned him a task, which was to drive the sheep with a whip but not to hurt them.

To injure but not kill is not difficult for most people. After all, it is not easy to whip a large animal to death. But it is indeed a challenge for Hercules.

Especially after each increase in strength, he had to be cautious, for fear of accidentally making a mistake again.

“Too much power without being able to control it is like suddenly becoming a monarch without knowing how to govern a country.”

"At this time, a wise king should learn more and listen more, speak less and act less, while a wise hero should restrain his behavior and seek out capable people to hone his martial arts skills."

"But I can't find anyone who can teach me martial arts, because even if they use brute force, they will probably be beaten to death by me while trying to teach me."

Although still young, Hercules was still very smart. He knew what he wanted, but reality did not give him the conditions.

Years of restraint left the young man with a burning desire in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.

On this grassland, only those blind wild beasts can allow him to vent his anger.

"Ok?"

With a fierce look in his eyes, Hercules suddenly flipped up from the stone.

In the distance of the flock, at the end of his sight, he vaguely saw three black dots.

That was... that was a wild wolf. Except for the first year after he came here, no wolf had dared to approach him for a long time.

This is probably a wild wolf that migrated from far away and was expelled from the tribe.

"Alright... we're eating wolf meat today."

Hercules picked up the bow and arrow beside him and aimed it from a distance, but he put it down the next moment.

He took out two more arrows and put them on the bow together with the first one.

His heartbeat gradually quickened, even without anyone teaching him. As Hercules concentrated his mind, some silver lightning gradually wrapped around the tip of the arrow.

Vaguely, Hercules discovered that the wild wolves seemed to have seen his movements, but instead of running away, they raised their claws to provoke him.

"A beast is a beast...die."

As soon as he loosened his fingers, three sharp arrows flew into the air.

On the distant grassland, three 'wild wolves' fell to the ground.

But what Hercules found strange was that when the arrows were shot, two of the wolves tried to dodge. This was normal, although they were destined to be unable to dodge, but this instinct was something no one could refuse.

But the last one is different, why didn’t it dodge?

I felt a little strange and an unknown sense of depression.

Feeling irritated, Hercules put down his bow and arrow and shook his head.

Whatever the reason, it was time for him to collect the spoils... How could humans understand the actions of wild beasts?

……

whoosh-

whoosh-

whoosh-

Three arrows were fired at the same time, like a sound, and hit the target at the same time.

Without any professional training or excellent bow and arrow, he was able to reach this point just by his own exploration. Even Zeus could not help but cheer in a low voice.

"good."

"With such talent, perhaps he can master archery skills comparable to Apollo in the human world."

"Perhaps I should ask the Cyclops to build him a bow and arrows. Mortal weapons are not worthy of his strength."

Without even glancing at the three bodies lying on the ground in the distance, Zeus only had eyes for Hercules.

Sure enough, his judgment was correct.

Whether it was Theseus or the offspring who was born to the sea nymph Thetis as predicted after the feast of the golden apple and was "more powerful than his father", they were no more than that.

Perhaps they can surpass Hercules at this moment after various trials or some special opportunities, but this young man is still an unpolished jade, which can shine brightly as long as it is properly carved.

Only such a person can help him do things that he has long wanted to do but cannot do, such as seeing what his good brother Hades is doing secretly, or seeing what is happening in the legendary abyss.

The gods’ goal is too big, but if it is a mortal with power comparable to that of the gods, it will be very different.

"Your Majesty, I think you should be careful."

With a hesitant look on his face, Zephyrus standing beside him naturally also saw the talent of Hercules.

But compared to Zeus, he was a little worried.

He already knew what Zeus had called him to do, he was to be Hercules's 'guide'. Because of the advance of time, Zeus' original plan was also disrupted, there would be no king to issue orders to the son of the god king, but a god could also replace this identity.

However, Zephyrus actually did not want to play. After all, if the opponent discovered something in the future, and Hercules grew up and was invincible in the world, wouldn't he be the first to suffer?

But Zeus didn't care about the West Wind's indirect reminder.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"Zeferos, you have to understand one thing. My arrangements for him are definitely much more than you think."

Zeus waved his hand slightly, signaling his loyal servant not to worry, and Zephyrus had no choice but to obey his orders respectfully.

So the two of them continued to stand there, watching Hercules approaching the corpse.

As time passed, the influence of the God King's bloodline gradually faded.

Hercules' gradually becoming confused and incredulous expression was clearly visible in front of the King of Gods, and every change of his emotions was captured by Zeus.

Until one moment, he saw the young man rushing forward like crazy. On this empty grassland, a sudden shrill roar pierced through the clouds and lingered between heaven and earth.

A huge force swept across the grassland in an instant, and the original flock of sheep turned into bloody mist in an instant.

The birds in the sky, the animals on the ground, and all the lives within a thousand miles felt the invisible oppression at that moment. And all of this was due to the crazy and desperate spirit of that young man.

"what----"

"ah------!"

"No!"

boom--!

The earth was shaking, as if gods were hammering the ground. The physical strength that erupted at this moment made Zeus feel a little frightened.

The power of gods is superior to that of mortals, but their bodies are not necessarily superior. Especially the new generation of gods after the first generation of Titans, whether they are powerful demons or ancient giants, their bodies are far inferior.

But as a mortal, Hercules' body could do this when he was angry. If he could continue to grow, Zeus suspected that he might really be able to wrestle with giants and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Titans.

"Oh, I still underestimated him. I never thought that a half-god-human hybrid, even though he doesn't have divine power, could achieve this with just his physical strength. This is simply a gift from God."

It is a pity that Zeus did not know that in the myths passed down in later generations, there were only two demigod heroes of Chaos, one was called Hercules and the other was called Other.

But at this moment, he was amazed by the young man's extraordinary talent. Such a sharp weapon was perfect beyond imagination.

"Come, Zephyrus."

He stretched out his hand gently, and three spots of light floated from afar and appeared in Zeus's hand.

These are the souls of the three dead people just now, and also the last traces of them left in the world.

As a 'king of gods', although it was the first time for Zeus to do this, he still felt that the birth of his inspiration was so smooth, as if it was helped by God.

"You know what to do."

"...Of course, Your Majesty."

Without changing his expression, the God of West Wind looked at the three souls.

"As the main god of Olympus and the god of wind, I like to transform into an invisible air current and wander between the mountains and the land."

"That's what happened today. I unexpectedly discovered a demigod who couldn't control his own power. In his madness, he committed the great sin of parricide, a crime that no god or human could tolerate."

"A heinous crime can only be erased with equally astonishing achievements. I will arrange some simpler training for him first, so as to stimulate his potential and strength."

"Very good, you always reassure me."

Nodding slightly, the God King also glanced at the soul in his palm.

No one would object to him keeping such a soul, whether as his great-granddaughter or as his lover.

And Alcmene's soul is the new shackles on Hercules.