Chapter 26

I was currently busy drawing a few runes on my new weapons. Daedalus was many things, a slow worker however didn't include in that list. The size of the greatsword and the mace were both six feet, which was 8 inches shorter than me.

I inscribed runes for the weapons to return to me whenever I wanted and it forbid people, except for me and people with the adequate strength or knowledge to bulldoze through the runes, to pick them up. Self Cleaning, noise suppression, along with other comfortable runes were included as well. As long as it didn't break I kept adding things, it was basically my philosophy in life.

I thought of going out to test it on a few monsters but dismissed the idea. Working on creating a nuke was exhausting, especially with a small team of two and several dozens of robots, so I didn't need any distraction that wasn't about that. "Why am I even trying to create one from scratch when I can just steal the designs and improve from there,"

Is it unethical to steal the designs of a nuke with the intention of using it in the future, probably. "Better my hands than the nations of the world,"

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Greg Pov:

He was one of the few demigods who survived that accursed camp and being a son of Hephaestus, finding a job wasn't that difficult since he was part of the summer camp profile and didn't have to worry about the difficult problems that most dyslexic demigods had after his father gifted him an artefact.

Now he was leading Project Manhattan and helping his nation in creating a nuclear weapon that would protect them from their enemies. It was a stressful job but one that he was happy to complete at all costs.

"Do you think we will get to test this out on the Nazis," One of the people under him asked jokingly.

"Probably not, unless they choose to invade us first, but those bastards have to focus on Europe first," He replied. His baby the nuke wasn't finished yet but with tens of thousands of employees, it wouldn't take too long. Greg even considered using more magical materials but he could accomplish his goal without them and the mist wouldn't allow his team to properly work on the nuke.

"Too bad, it would have made for quite the show," His underling said and Greg barely paid attention to the man any further. "Though the damage it would do the innocent civilians, isn't exactly ideal,"

He grimaced at the truth, he didn't doubt that when the project was finished it would be used against their enemy and that it wouldn't wipe out hundreds of thousands or millions depending on how big the area would be.

"I would hate to be a lord of the underworld at the moment, though I doubt Germans would go to our afterlife," Those words got his attention but it was already too late. "Stop! I want every little detail you have about the project and fighting me won't be tolerated. Secrecy is paramount, my friend and I would hate for you to end up in a ditch."

"Why are you doing this? Are you a demigod?" Greg asked, he wanted to scream for help since the will to physically fight him left him, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't even say his father's name because it would alert the god and that wasn't allowed. He stopped those thoughts and began executing his orders

"Hush, boy. If you please me, you get to get out of this alive," The man said and touched his arm and the negative emotions he had for the man dimmed and were slowly being replaced with positive ones.

So Greg first gave the stranger access to his personal notes and then spent the following days secretly letting the man get the rest of the staff's intel on the project. With the combined powers of two demigods, it was an easy task, though the stranger wasn't exactly happy with the number of materials he would have to require to get this working.

"Good job, stepbrother of mine, but it seems it is time for me to go," The stranger said and handed him a bottle with a strange liquid in it. "Potion of Forgetfulness. Drink up or else I will have to kill you,"

Greg didn't like the thought of dying so having his memories changed would be perfect. So without a word, he drank it up and he forgot the events of the past few days, but new ones were instead added where he spent the days like usual.

Ezra chose to use the potion since while he could make people forget things with charmspeak, giving them fake memories wasn't the best solution especially when days of memories were removed. He didn't want to personally spend hours or days giving him commands to not make it suspicious.

Iliana Pov:

"How about we just attack them, we can handle a human army. Plus I doubt our cousin is good enough to handle you or I, let alone the three of us." Jeremy, the son of Poseidon argued as he faced his cousin Mason who was a good decade or two older than him.

Iliana's eye twitched at the words being not included in the list of being able to solo the son of Hades. While she knew she wasn't physically up to their capabilities but she had skills and her magic made her more versatile than both of them combined. She didn't understand why she even decided to team up but she was really starting to regret it.

"No, I won't be taking any chances. He could have an army of undead demigods in their fort for all we know and you just want to rush in," Mason replied. He was in his forties and one of the oldest demigods she had ever met. He had long blonde hair, blue eyes and the average physique of a demigod who attended a camp where they trained child soldiers.

"I could see how he could have a demigod or two lying around but an army is over exaggerating it a bit," Iliana said. "Plus dealing with the son of Hades won't stop the war. As long as they have the money, supplies and territory they will still go on."

"What about killing Hitler as well," Jeremy suggested. Jeremy looked like a younger version of Poseidon. While she never met the god herself, she had seen pictures and statues of the man.

"I doubt they would have followed Hitler if a good number of the people didn't believe in his ideology," She refuted.

"So you want us to waste time and money fighting a war when we could just eliminate their leaders. Why do you even want to help us, girl? Do you think you are better than us," Jeremy asked with a frown on his face as he looked at her. "Now I remember you, you were that brat that followed around that other demigod around like a puppy. The one who died on a simple retrieval quest,"

Now she understood why Ezra disliked talking to people. She didn't have to worry about the gods figuring out they escaped. What are they going to do? Throw a fit because she quit a camp, she could always escape to her boyfriend's lair, fake her death again or crash at her sister's place if it calls for it. While she loved Ezra with all her heart she could admit to herself he could sometimes be overly paranoid when it came to them.

"I remember you as well, you were the one who tried killing one of the children of Aphrodite after they cheated on you. Only to get his ass kicked by the demigod who you so casually refer to," She said with a vindictive look and enjoyed the way his cheeks reddened in rage. "Is it true that you can't reproduce because you took a hit to the balls?"

To be fair it was more of a duel without using magic and while he was a bit stronger than Ezra. Ezra was a better fighter and smarter as well.

"Stop! Both of you. What are you? children? We have a war to fight. Iliana just getting you into the army without formal training was a pain in my ass, I don't want any more headaches. We will slowly begin taking back the areas Germany took while not exposing supernatural elements like a single man beating an army," Mason interjected before they could start physically killing each other.

"The USA is currently a neutral party, so your army won't be able to help openly but subterfuge is always an option,"

Why couldn't Ezra join her? This would have been so much more fun. Before they could discuss further, sirens went off. One soldier barged into Jeremy's office with a light sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Sir, they attacked Pearl Harbour. The Japanese fucked us in the asses." He screamed. The group were notably shocked.

"Germany isn't enough now, why did the Japanese decide to be a headache now all of a sudden. I doubt they left Europe out of their strike, so I will have to leave you. It seems we won't have to worry about the USA being a neutral party any longer," With that Mason began flying out of the room. Iliana wondered what the random civilian saw as the demigod flew out of the room.

"Don't expose the supernatural, yet he goes flying out of the room," She turned to the son of Poseidon and quickly teleported away, not wanting to be in the same room as him any longer.

With that, she made her way towards the entrance of the labyrinth. While she doubted her chances of teleporting to England without wanting to die of exhaustion, she could always rely on these cramped walls. Within a few minutes of walking, she was already home.

A/N: You can read ahead on patre,on/ DickMcJones.