greek gods in new york

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How would it feel if the biological father was an idiot—or, in truth, lost his soul?

In fact, I never felt bad about it.

After all, I have never seen my dad sane and thinking normally.

The fact that "Nicole Hawke's father is a little bit mentally ill" has been used by everyone since elementary school to high school.

I am so used to it that every time I write a composition on a topic like "my father", the English teacher will take extra care to change the topic for me alone.

As far as I can remember, my life with my dad is not that my father protects me, takes care of me, and protects me to grow up like a big tree.

He and I are more dependent on each other, an ordinary child who is not very talented and a father who is not able to live independently support each other.

The family is not rich, but it is not poor, and it can maintain a normal life, that's all.

For such a long time, I really got used to solving problems by myself.

I never expected that one day, when I encountered difficulties, troubles or even dangers, my dad would stand in front of me, protect me, and say to me "it's okay, I'm here".

"—It's okay, I'm here."

After I stabilized my figure, my dad let me go.

He turned his head, looked at "that thing", and squinted his eyes: "External God?"

As soon as Dad's voice fell to the ground, I felt that there was almost divine energy spreading from his whole body.

The "that thing" that continued to move forward stopped in front of my father as if it had hit a barrier.

He didn't seem to understand why he couldn't move on. The white figure raised his "hands", landed on the barrier, and tilted his head towards us who were only a few steps away.

I suddenly came back to my senses.

My dad is back to normal.

It works!

Sure enough, after gaining supernatural power, my father's sanity came to his senses.

and--

"It's 'External God'!" I answered immediately.

Dad and Fernando had been part of Project Lazarus before I was born, so he certainly understood what was going on.

"His energy and the divine power of the old god can be offset, dad, you only need to release the divine power to destroy its connection with the present world, and then—"

"Relax, Nicole."

Dad looked at me again.

There was a faint smile in his eyes.

Even if "that thing" was right in front of him, he didn't show any vigilance or hostility, as if the foreign god who had troubled me for a long time was not worth mentioning at all.

My father's broad palm slowly fell on top of my head as usual.

"Your dad knows how to deal with this thing," he said with a smile.

"...I told you not to touch my hair," I couldn't help muttering, "I'm already a big kid."

"In the eyes of your parents, you will always be a child."

Weird.

I've only heard this kind of lines in movies and TV shows.

My dad, a middle-aged man with a height of 1.8 meters, said that, it sounded nasty and out of harmony, and I was even a little embarrassed.

But apart from embarrassment, I also felt warm in my heart.

Dad is still dad.

Still the same iconic bachelor shirt and old trousers, and the same pair of slippers.

Especially the pair of slippers—this outfit when facing the Outer God is somewhat funny.

But just because of the brilliance in his eyes, I was completely at ease.

Father will take care of everything.

"correct!"

I suddenly remembered: "The project book of the Lazarus Project says that in the old gods, there are..."

"There are traitors."

My dad took my words: "I know this."

Me: "Dad, do you know who it is?"

He shook his head.

Ok.

It seems that Dad is not omnipotent.

"I only know the old god who betrayed, who chose to betray hundreds of years ago," he said, "You don't need to rush to find him, Nicole."

"Hey?"

"The energy of the Outer Gods can be transformed into the divine power of the Old Gods, but that requires a close connection between the Outer Gods and this world."

Father explained.

"This is the fundamental purpose of the Lazarus Project, so you were born. Since you have already investigated here, I don't think I need to say more about this part."

The atmosphere in the corridor is still extremely weird, and "that thing" is looking at it carefully a few steps away from us.

But my dad didn't care at all, he turned his back directly to Him, showing the contempt of the old God of War for the enemy.

Dad's tone was mild.

"The 'traitor' who chose to cooperate with the Outer Gods is just a first-mover. Like your mother and all possessed humans, he has his own memory and thinking ability. You just have to do what you have been doing Things, to absorb all the energy of the Outer God, he will take the initiative to come to you for the Outer God."

After finishing speaking, the father squatted down ( ).

His eyes never moved away, Dad looked at me deeply, as if this was the last time.

last look...

Borrowed divine power will be used up.

That's what Rocky is.

The energy stored by me and BB is not permanent, at least after BB's energy is transferred to my dad, it becomes a simple plastic model again.

If the divine power is exhausted, can my dad still stay awake?

I pursed my lips.

"dad."

I whispered: "Back then you...you..."

The following words were stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't say it no matter what.

This made Dad laugh instead.

He couldn't help but raised his hand and patted my shoulder: "What else can you and I not talk about?"

I struggled to say the following words: "Did you and your mother give birth to me for the old gods, or to defeat the outer gods?"

Dad didn't answer right away.

He just looked at me quietly, with a faint smile on his face.

"Honestly, Nicole."

The father squatting on the ground did not look like a god of war, or a hero of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

With his old shirts, black slippers, cropped hair and muscular build, he looked like any single father.

"I didn't want to give birth to you back then."

My father chose to be honest with me: "Especially after I realized that your birth will be accompanied by your mother's death, and I will become the living dead."

I just felt my throat start to sore uncontrollably.

"But your mother was already pregnant at that time. When you were four months old, one day, she surprised me and told me that you were moving in your mother's belly.

"Your mother asked me to touch her belly, and I dared not—I had sons before you, but I never touched any mother's belly. It was your mother who took my hand , put my palm on her stomach.

"You're moving, Nicole. I called your name through your mother's flesh and you answered me."

The father who said this was almost proud.

"This is the first time I realized that the woman I love is my own flesh and blood."

He looked at me seriously.

"Then what else do I have to be afraid of? Ares' daughter, I will definitely solve all this. I can't take your life just because of my timidity and selfishness."

In the end my dad hugged me and gave me a hug.

"So, Nicole. Your mother and I didn't conceive you for anyone else, we conceived you, just for you."

"dad……"

I tried my best to maintain a calm tone: "Can you stop saying goodbye like a war?"

Dad burst out laughing.

"It was you who started first!"

He unceremoniously pushed the blame to me: "In short, remember two points: no matter what Zeus says, don't give him energy, and call Fernando after this matter is over."

After speaking, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead hard.

"My dear daughter," said the father proudly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Then he let go of me and stood up.

The barrier between us and "that thing" disappears, and He who finally breaks through the barrier seems to be irritated.

In my field of vision, I can only see my father's tall back and strong back.

He was completely in front of me, blocking all sight of "that thing".

"I've been entangled for so long, is it over?"

Father said coldly, then raised his fist.

I closed my eyes.

The cold wind exploded in my consciousness due to the collision of energy, and the last picture I saw before I closed my eyes was my father picking up the BB on the ground.

The wind that doesn't exist, the pressure that suddenly disappears, these have become commonplace for me.

In my senses, I heard the broken words of "that thing" and a voice like my father.But before I was ready to discern carefully, everything disappeared again.

What made me open my eyes was Dad's hand on my shoulder again.

My father, Ares, the old god of war, John Hawke, an officer of the Drug Enforcement Administration, put BB directly into my arms.

When the petri dish touched my skin, the plastic model came to life, and the fetus inside turned around and blinked back at me.

It absorbed the energy of "that thing" again.

And Dad...

I looked up, the scene just now was like a hallucination.

He was still looking at me, but with the same attitude as usual.

Silent and closed, those eyes looked over, as if he had something to say, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing in his eyes.

"That thing" was gone, and the corridor was back to its usual appearance.Seeing that I was silent, Xiao Ke barked a few times, and then Mr. Anderson, who lived by the stairs, rushed out of the house at an incredible speed and yelled at me and my dad: "I told you to take care of your dog!"

My dad just bowed his head and stopped for a while.

Then he lifted the bag in his hand to me.

I took a deep breath.

"Let's not go shopping now," I grabbed Dad's arm, "we have to move."

…………

……

two hours later.

Fernando pushed the door directly and entered.

My godfather still looked dusty, as if he had just returned from a trip.

He strode forward, quickly looked around my house, and then his eyes fell on me and my dad.

"Walk."

Fernando nodded to me: "'That thing' has come to my door, let's change the place first, and move to my house temporarily with Xiao Ke."

I still have--"

Fernando: "Let's talk when we get there, chica."