greek gods in new york

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Zeus came to me and said that he was the chosen daughter and the only savior, and suggested that the way to save the world is to be admitted to Harvard.

Coaxing, coaxing, coercion, and lures are nothing more than a request: he wants to get the Lazarus Project project document sealed in the Ivy League college.

And now-

Rocky disappeared for a month, and he shoved the project book directly into my arms.

Then why do I still have to go to Harvard?

If this is the game, the plot is over and the credits are next.

If this was a novel, it could have ended with "The End"!

I went home with my schoolbag in my hands, upset.

Tomorrow I will go to Los Angeles to participate in the finals. I have no taste for dinner. After taking a shower, I dig out the portfolio with the project book on the bed.

When I took out a thick stack of materials, I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

The instrument that collects the energy of "that thing" - that is, the BB - is on my bookshelf.

And it has been determined that because of my mother's identity, I can perceive his energy fluctuations.

Today, even the project book of the Lazarus Project is in my hands.

I can give all these things to Zeus, or the new gods, and ask to cooperate with any of them to help achieve the other party's goals, in exchange for my dad's chance to return to normal.

Then do I still need to continue to study hard?

Do I still have to continue to worry about participating in some competitions, taking extremely difficult courses, and worrying about the future SAT test when I was a sophomore in high school?

Rocky, out of the ordinary, threw all the questions at me.

Real life is neither a novel nor a film and television drama. I am only 16 years old, not to mention the fate of gods, human beings and even the whole earth. I can't even decide the fate of me and my dad.

What should I do? !

The project book was spread out on my lap, but I was so nervous that I couldn't read a single word.

You can't be a turtle at this time.

I should talk to someone...but who?Pandora doesn’t understand, Meryl doesn’t know, Loki is unreliable, and my dad is——

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

The knock on the door called me back to reality from my complicated thoughts.

At this time, there will be no one else but my dad.

I thought about it, and didn't even bother to put away the plan: "What's the matter, Dad?"

Anyway, according to his current situation, it is estimated that there will be no response to the Lazarus plan.

really.

Hearing my words, my dad pushed the door open and entered. The bright project book was placed on my bed. He glanced at it, but only looked away.

"Pack up your things," he reminded.

"Oh!"

I'm too busy thinking about the project proposal and the peril of the earth, forgetting that I have to fly to Los Angeles tomorrow.

I hurriedly got out of bed, and as soon as I got out of the bedroom, I found that my dad had already prepared all the things I should have prepared for me.

The suitcase was opened and laid flat on the floor. The toothpaste, toothbrush and towels were placed in the small bag. The notebook and several data cables were neatly packed. Xiao Ke also brought me a spare pair of slippers.

I just had to pack up a change of clothes myself.

I dragged the suitcase back to the bedroom in a hurry, and brought three sets of clothes. After thinking about it, I forcibly took enough space out of the crowded suitcase, and put the fetal model of "Death Stranding" and Lord Stove Lord's on the bookshelf. New Year pictures are also stuffed in.

Who knows if you'll run into "that thing" in Los Angeles.

It will be troublesome if Loki is not around, I need BB warning.

After I finished packing, I pulled out the suitcase again. As soon as I got out of the bedroom, I saw my dad sitting silently on the sofa, with Xiao Ke lying listlessly at his feet.

The ferocious Pitbull met my gaze and hummed aggrievedly.

My dad couldn't speak, but Xiao Ke expressed his emotions for him.

I suddenly realized: I have grown up so much, I have never left home.

"it's okay."

I put down the suitcase, rushed forward and rubbed Xiao Ke's head: "I will be back in two weeks at most, and I am going to Los Angeles, not to Afghanistan, or to travel!"

Xiao Ke: "Wow."

A fierce dog breed with exaggerated muscles, a puppy who is still enthusiastic when acting coquettishly at this time.Xiao Ke crazily rubbed his head against my knees, I squatted on the carpet, and when I looked up, my father looked silently at me.

He is not going to say any long speeches.

When I said I wanted to go to Harvard, he just nodded and said it was very good.

I competed to advance and was going to Los Angeles. This is a big game that will be broadcast live on TV and online. After hearing about it, he just smiled to express his joy.

My father's silence reminded me instantly of Fernando's sad expression in the restaurant.

I sighed heavily, and sat down on the ground next to Dad's feet.

At this time, I really want to rely on him.

My dad is a dignified Ares!

If he didn't lose his soul because of giving birth to me, he should be a very decisive existence, right?

Even though the modern God of War is not as majestic as in the myth, he is the top line of the Drug Enforcement Administration.Dealing with the contradiction between the new god and the old god must be more experienced than me, a 16-year-old high school student.

"dad."

I hesitated and said, "How did you and your mother... meet at the US-Mexico border?"

Dad just tilted his head slightly.

His eyes moved, but he didn't answer.

I asked again: "The Lazarus Project, how much do you remember?"

What responded to me was still the silence in the room.

Except for Xiao Ke sneezed, there was no other movement.

I'm not surprised at all.

Forget it.

If my dad could tell me anything, why did Zeus come all this way to find me?

I reluctantly gave up.

In the past 16 years, how many conversations between father and daughter have ended like this.

I would still be sad when I was a child, but now I am used to such a stiff atmosphere.

Even I didn't feel embarrassed, and said to myself: "If you can answer, you will want to go back to the past, right?"

My dad suddenly shook his head.

I:"……"

He gave me a sudden reaction, and I was startled instead.

Dad not only shook his head, he even extended his hand towards me.

As if to comfort me, he placed his broad palm on top of my head, and still touched my head according to my childhood habits.

"No amount of power, glory, or believers," my dad said without emotion, "can't compare to you."

"........."

I admit I am disappointed.

In fact, this is not too provocative.

Anyway, Meryl's parents often love you to come and go, so it's nothing to put it in her house.

But as soon as my dad spoke, my eyes couldn't stop turning red.

So, even without his support and help, without parents as backers.

With this sentence, I also feel that I should bear everything.

"Hate."

I quickly touched my tears: "That's not what I said!"

Apparently Dad thought when I said "back in time" I meant going back thousands of years, when he was the god of war.

And what I want to ask is before I was born.

In an instant I understood what Fernando meant by what he said in the restaurant that day.

For them, the old gods, once possessed glory, and then abandoned by mankind, and died and disappeared step by step in the long years, the insights generated in it must be much more than my knowledge in the past ten years.

The longer you live, the more you will understand that the so-called "glory of the gods" is actually meaningless?

I'm just guessing too.

But I understand one thing.

Fernando, like my father, didn't care whether I was a man or a god.

He just didn't want me to live in pain for the rest of my life after making a choice.

Maybe let Fernando choose for me, he would prefer me to be an ordinary person.

but--

I still hope my dad can get back to normal.

Pay a small price and pay the price.

Of course, I don't want to work with either party.

Zeus is not a good thing. After reading so much Greek mythology, I know that he is a selfish scumbag.He kept saying it was for my dad, but he must have his own plan.

Likewise, the New Gods are not to be trusted.

If they are sincere, they should come directly to the door.

I still know what kind of gods the new gods have, and what kind of existence they are.

Except for the video game god who met once, the others didn't appear at all, which definitely couldn't be cooperated.

My brain spins rapidly.

Correspondingly, Loki is also unreliable-one is that he does not know his purpose, and the other is that he has a good relationship with the new god.

As for Hermes and Pandora, although they have a good relationship with me, they don't know as much about "that thing" as I do.

In comparison, the wave of "old gods" like Benji and Stove Lord can help, but they are not very interested in the existence of "that thing".

It can only be said to provide assistance, not as an ally.

and so……

I'm probably really on my own.

Anyway, it's not surprising.

After all, I have been here for the past 16 years.As big as which middle school to choose, as small as what socks to wear tomorrow, no one gives me advice.

Isn't it just to save the world, bad things are bad things.

I try to be optimistic: Who can blame a 16-year-old?It is you great gods who are useless first!

Right now, the only clue that both parties don't know, but is valuable, is what "the thing" said when it came into contact with me when it appeared in human form in front of me on homecoming night.

"That thing" tried to communicate with me.

I had to figure out what He was trying to tell me.

You can start here.

After making a decision, I closed my eyes and got up.

"I will be careful."

I reached out to my father and hugged him: "I will take good care of myself, and you will be fine at home. I will be back in two weeks."

Then I dragged the suitcase back to my bedroom.

I also have to bring the Lazarus project book, I have to study it carefully.

Thinking of this, I took out my backpack, and just before I put the project book on the bed into it——

I unconsciously glanced at the open page of the project book.

At the end of that page there were clearly written a few brief sentences:

"The old god camp cannot be trusted.

After testing the long-term data, we can draw a conclusion.

The reason why the Outer Gods were able to sneak into the world silently was precisely because there were traitors among the Old Gods.

It is not possible to cooperate with them until the identity of the traitor is confirmed. "

The tip of my finger that reached the edge of the project book suddenly stopped.