Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 754 - 268: Patricide_2

"Strength that is too powerful yet uncontrollable is like suddenly becoming a king without knowing how to govern a nation."

"At such times, a wise king should learn to listen more, speak less, and take fewer actions, while a hero with wisdom should restrain their behavior and seek capable people to refine their martial skills."

"But I can’t find anyone to teach me martial skills because even if they used brute force, there’s a good chance they’d be killed by me during the training."

Despite his youth, Heracles was still extraordinarily intelligent. He knew what he needed, but the reality did not provide the conditions for it.

Years of restraint had created a fire in the heart of the young man, but there was nowhere for it to be released.

On this grassland, only those foolish wild beasts allowed him to vent the frustration in his heart.

"Hmm?"

With a sharp look in his eyes, Heracles suddenly flipped up from his seat on the stone.

In the distance, beyond the flock of sheep, at the edge of his vision, he vaguely spotted three dark dots.

They were... they were wolves. Other than his first year here, it had been a long time since any unseeing pack of wolves had dared to come close to him.

These were probably wolves that had migrated from afar, and moreover, they were outcasts from their pack.

"Good... today we’ll have wolf meat."

Picking up a bow and arrow that lay beside him, Heracles took aim from afar, but then he lowered it the next moment.

He took out two more arrows, then placed them on the bowstring along with the first one.@@@@

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His heartbeat quickened. Even without instruction, when Heracles focused his mind, a trace of silver lightning began to wrap around the tips of the arrows.

In the shadows, Heracles noticed that the wolves seemed to have seen his actions, but instead of running away, they lifted their paws, provoking him.

"Beasts will be beasts... meet your end."

His fingers loosened, and three sharp arrows whistled through the air.

On the distant grassland, the three ’wolves’ fell to the ground at the sound.

What Heracles found odd, however, was that as the arrows flew, two of the wolves had attempted to dodge. That was normal; although they were doomed to fail, this instinct was irresistible to anyone.

But why did that last one never try to dodge?

Feeling a sense of strangeness and unidentified gloominess, restlessness surged from within. Heracles set down his bow and arrow and shook his head.

Whatever the reason, it was time to collect the spoils of war now... how could one understand the behavior of wild beasts.

...

Until one moment, he saw the young man throw himself forward as if driven mad. On the desolate plain, a heart-wrenching scream erupted and pierced through the clouds, lingering between heaven and earth.

A tremendous force swept across the plain in an instant; the flock of sheep was transformed into a mist of blood in the blink of an eye.

The birds in the sky and the beasts on the ground, all life within a thousand miles, felt an invisible oppression at that instant. And all of this originated from the frantic and desperate psyche of the young man.

"Ah————"

"Ah——————!"

"No!"

Boom——!

The earth shook as if a deity hammered the ground, and Zeus himself was somewhat startled by the sheer physical strength that erupted in that instant.

The divine power of the deities reigned supreme above the mortal world, but their bodies were not necessarily superior. Especially the new generation of gods who followed the Primordial Titans, whether they were powerful demons or ancient Giants, their physical forms were far inferior.

But at this moment, as a mortal, Heracles’s body was capable of such feats in his rage. Zeus wondered if he could indeed wrestle against Giants and stand shoulder to shoulder with Titans deities if he were to continue growing.

"Heh, I’ve underestimated him; I never expected that a demi-god, even lacking divine power, could achieve this pure physical strength. It’s indeed a heavenly gifted talent."

Zeus felt a tinge of admiration, unaware that in the myths passed down in later times, there were only two types of demi-god heroes descended from Chaos: one was called Heracles, the other was called everyone else.

But at this moment, the extraordinary talents of this young man truly astonished him. Such a sharp weapon was beyond imagination in its perfection.

"Come, Zephyrus."

With a gentle gesture, three points of light appeared in Zeus’s hand.

These were the souls of the three deceased, the last traces they left in this world.

"You know what to do."

"...Of course, Your Majesty."

With an unchanged expression, the God of the West Wind looked at the three souls.

"As the Principal God of Olympus and deity who governs the wind, I most enjoy wandering invisibly as a breeze across mountains and Earth."

"Today is such a day. I’ve unexpectedly found a demigod who can’t control his own strength. In his frenzy, he has committed patricide, a crime unbearable by both gods and mortals."

"Such a heinous crime can only be washed away by equally magnificent feats. I will arrange some simple trials for him to begin with, to stimulate his potential and strength."

"Good, keep reassuring me like this."

With a slight nod, the Divine King also glanced at the souls in his palm.

Whether as the grandfather of these souls or in the capacity of a lover, no one would object to the judgement he passed upon them.

And the soul of Alcmena would become a new shackle for Heracles.