I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Now Prometheus has encountered such an embarrassing situation.

He is a god of wisdom, with foresight, and although he cannot give wealth and power, he can point out the right path.

He has always thought so, that only those who want to be heroes will find him, which is very simple, but this boy's wish is as pure white as his skin and hair, not stained by any color, just want Live normally.

He can make the mixed colors bloom the most gorgeous color, but he can't make the white more pure.

For the first time, he didn't know how to answer, and probably Athena would also be in such an embarrassing situation.

Hidega didn't urge him, just quietly looked at Prometheus, who frowned. He knew very well how abnormal his wish was in this world, but this abnormality was the most real for him. of.

"You really... don't want to be a hero?" Prometheus sighed.

"I don't want to," Siddija shook her head firmly.

"Really, you are such a [worrying] child," Prometheus looked up at the sky, clearly asking for an easier road than the hero's road, but he had a feeling of worry, obviously before It's all about pointing out the most suitable way for those who come and then what to do.

Zeus, is this also your test?

So, what exactly do you hope to achieve?

"I'm sorry," Siddija lowered her eyes.

"No, you're fine, there's nothing wrong with you," Prometheus shook his head with a kind smile, "My child, I'll use my wisdom to help you."

"Thank you," Siddija lowered her head

"First of all, you need an invulnerable body," Prometheus said without hesitation.

"Well, I know... ah?"

Siddija blinked and looked at the sincere Prometheus with some uncertainty.

"Are you habitually pointing the way of the hero again?"

"No, this is the first time I say this," Prometheus shook his head. "This is the result of my wisdom."

"But... why do I want an invulnerable body?" Siddigar looked puzzled, "Aren't you afraid of being attacked when you sleep?"

"Although my heart hurts, the war between human beings has never stopped. If you want to live in an ordinary life, you must have an invulnerable body, so that even if a war occurs, you can ensure that you will not be involved in the aftermath of accidental death. "Prometheus is all over his face [I'm not going to lie to you].

"Okay, but I'm a mortal, how can I get an invulnerable body?" Although he was puzzled, Siddija nodded under the sincere eyes of Prometheus.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you go to the River Styx and soak in it, you can get an almost immortal body that is invulnerable to swords and bullets," Prometheus turned his wrist slightly and pointed to the white horse who was distracted and hadn't left, "Poseidon's white horse will take you there. A destination, it doesn't leave until you feel like you've reached it."

"Isn't that the same as deception," Siddigar shook his head.

"It's still here to say it all," said Prometheus softly. "The gods are sometimes harsh because you err, and the gods are sometimes gentle because you deserve their shelter."

"Well... Ma, if you don't want to go, just go, I can walk to the Styx alone," Sidika tentatively patted the white horse's head.

The white horse cast a glance at Siddija, and had no intention of leaving at all.

"Well, as long as I have an invulnerable body, can I live without the impact of the war?" Hidega raised her hands in surrender.

"That's not enough. Being invulnerable doesn't mean you can protect yourself. You also need technology that can protect yourself," Prometheus shook the chain on his body. "You can go to a centaur to learn this technology."

"That... centaurs are cannibals."

"You can find centaurs who don't eat people."

"Those who don't eat people... centaurs?" Siddija rubbed her chin and thought.

Speaking of which, in Greek mythology, there is a centaur who does not eat people but also teaches human combat techniques. He is the teacher of almost all Greek heroes.

"Chiron...are you really right?" Siddigar smiled wryly, "I really have no interest in heroes."

"I know, you just need to go to Piliwen Cave and ask him to teach him self-defense techniques for self-defense," Prometheus said earnestly. "He is as friendly to you as I am."

"Okay, I'll just learn self-defense!" Siddija gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely.

But just being invulnerable to guns doesn't guarantee a stable life. What if someone is used as a shield or suffocated in water?

Proper martial arts are a must!

That's right!Prometheus doesn't lie!

"Then next, and the most important part, you have to go to Vulcan to build an artifact for you," Prometheus narrowed his eyes, "One can defend you against all curses, even the gods. Curses can also invalidate armor."

This time Hidega did not refuse, because the armor in Prometheus's mouth made his heart move.

He is not a demigod, and he doesn't have an awesome background. He can come here only because his five years of kneeling and licking have made the gods merciful. In case one day he accidentally angers the gods What if it turns into something weird?

"But why did Vulcan build this powerful-looking artifact for me," Siddija scratched the back of his head helplessly, "This light sounds like it's hard to build."

"No, maybe it's impossible for other people to talk about Vulcan, but you can," Prometheus raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a mysterious smile.

"Can't you tell me directly?" Siddigar pouted.

"A little unknown is also a common part," Prometheus looked at Siddija lovingly, "Son of man, may you get what you want."

"Thank you, but I'm sorry, I can't give you anything, and there is no way to release you." Sidika bowed to Prometheus.

"It doesn't matter, this is of my own accord." Prometheus closed his eyes, "It's time for you to go."

"Go forward to the future you want."

PS: No, no, I will die from overwork