All ready

Having witnessed everything, she gazed at young man in front of him with an incredibly gentle expression.

After a long while, she turned her gaze to Theseus.

"I am Persephone. For the sake of this child, Promise, I will grant you this opportunity."

As she finished speaking, a stalk of wheat appeared in Persephone's hand.

She gently waved it over Theseus before lightly tapping his body.

In an instant, all of Theseus' injuries were healed.

As he looked at Persephone in shock, then looked at

Promise standing beside him.

Suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation, he gave a deep bow to Persephone and then, with utmost seriousness, looked at Promise and said, "I will make it in time!"

With that said, Theseus turned and leaped directly into the sea!

Theseus,

In the original myths, he was actually a hero second only to Heracles.

He was the future king of Athens and regarded the goddess of wisdom, Athena, as his protector.

In myth and legend, Theseus was even the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and a powerful demigod.

Promise watched him go away, then looked at Persephone before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"So this child is Helen... As expected, she's incredibly adorable."

Then Persephone walked over, gently poked the sleeping Helen's face, and after laughing, she turned to Promise, blinked at him, and said, "By the way, child, who do you think is more beautiful, Helen or me?"

"...Ahem, in my heart, the most beautiful goddess is, of course, the one I believe in—the most noble queen of the heavens, Hera!" Promise replied righteously.

Persephone wasn't angry at his words.

Instead, she giggled, came over to where Promise was sitting, poked his cheek, and said with a smile, "You little trickster...

By the way, without us realizing, our little Promise has grown up."

"Soon, you'll be getting married. When the time comes, you must make sure to invite me!"

Persephone, while saying this, tilted her head to glance at Helen nearby.

Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded at Promise, who looked confused, and said.

"And kid, thank you, thank you for punishing your friend for me... He is your friend, and you must be feeling really bad in your heart, right?"

Saying this, Persephone sat down beside Promise, then reached out and gently rested the boy's head on her lap, speaking with a soft smile, "Alright, I know you're also very tired. Sleep now, have a good rest."

She lightly stroked Promise's hair, and her voice carried a certain magic, making his initial desire to resist slowly fade as his eyelids grew heavy.

Before long, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

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The next morning,

When Helen rubbed her eyes and woke up, her violet eyes were stunned as they took in the sight of beautiful Persephone and Promise, who was peacefully sleeping on her lap.

Looking at this scene in front of her, she sat up hastily, ready to question who this woman was, but Persephone simply raised her index finger to her lips, signaling Helen to stay quiet.

"I am Persephone. As for who I am, well..."

Recalling what Promise had said while he was beating up Theseus, she smiled brightly and softly said to Helen, "I'm Promise's big sister!"

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Some time later,

"Helen, what's wrong?"

Under the blue sky, on Pegasus's back, Promise poked Helen's puffed-up cheek, feeling a bit confused. "Did someone bully you?"

"No one bullied me, it's just..."

Helen turned her head to look at Promise.

As her violet, enchanting eyes reflected the boy's figure, once again realizing that her charm had no effect on him, Helen became even more dejected and lowered her head.

Seeing her like this, Promise was puzzled,

While Pegasus, who saw through it all, remained silent.

"Cheer up," Promise said, pulling on Helen's cheek with a smile. "You'll soon be home, and you'll get to see your dear parents."

However, the mention of home only made the little girl more downcast, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"No..."

"Hm?" Promise tilted his head.

"I don't want to go back. Brother Promise, don't abandon me, please!"

Helen turned her head, pleadingly looking at Promise while grabbing his hand. "I want to go on adventures with you all.

Brother Promise, take me with you, please?"

Promise was taken aback by her words, clearly not expecting Helen to say such a thing.

He was just about to refuse, when...

"Of course you can~~"

That long-unheard, bell-like voice suddenly rang out and the young man immediately felt a soft body pressing against him.

A pair of delicate, white arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and a head rested on his shoulder.

Those long, beautiful silver hair swayed gently in the breeze.

"After all, how could a boy refuse such a cute girl's request~" came the same seductive, enticing voice that always seemed to lure and guide.

As if charmed by the familiar voice, Promise slightly turned his head and saw the flawless face resting on his shoulder and those eyes that represented absolute wisdom... the goddess of wisdom, Athena.

She had returned.

Promise quietly looked at her,

And Pegasus slowed its flight, treading lightly in the blue sky.

"So... this was the oracle you had prepared all along?"

Promise asked thoughtfully, catching the faint fragrance that wafted toward him as he gazed at the beautiful goddess before him.

His words made Athena's lips curl into a small smile, though she didn't answer directly.

However,

"I've come to fulfill our agreement, Promise."

"And... those twelve paintings of the Olympian gods!"

"Let's begin again, little Promise.

The journey is about to end, and the long-awaited adventure is about to... begin!"

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At that moment,

In the ancient temple of fate,

The little goddess of fate, Clotho, who had been cradling the crystal ball of fate in her arms—the one containing Promise's destiny—suddenly saw more and more threads of fate emerge from it.

Under the astonished gaze of her sister Lachesis, an increasing number of threads began intertwining with Promise.

At this moment, it was like the time when Persephone and Hades had crossed paths.

But this time, it was different: back then, they had sought Promise, but now, it was Promise's threads of fate that were actively seeking them!

"Clotho, what is your Promise up to again?"

Seeing this astonishing scene in front of her, Lachesis, the second sister, couldn't help but whisper in surprise.

Clotho, however, didn't respond immediately, instead quietly observing everything.

She calmly watched as the threads intertwined with the gods, mortals, and even the entire ancient Greek world.

"The goddess of wisdom has already completed the last piece of the puzzle," Clotho murmured, with not a hint of surprise in her voice as she looked upon the scene before her.

It wasn't just Clotho.

In fact, once people realized Athena had gone quiet, many had already started to suspect she was up to something big again.

That goddess of wisdom...

If you ever find her sitting still and behaving herself, do not doubt, do not hesitate.

Pack your things and run as far as you can.

Because when she's quiet, she's definitely brewing mischief!

"She has now set the grandest stage for Promise."

Clotho said softly, gazing at the crystal ball that was wrapped in threads of fate, intertwining the entire temple of destiny.

"And this next journey... will impact the fate of the entire world!"

Lachesis was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at their eldest sister, who still remained expressionless.

She glanced again at the crystal ball and felt a wave of dizziness.

Not again!

At that moment, as the threads of fate began to stir,

The gods once more turned their gaze.

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"Ah... It's happening."

In the underworld, within the temple of the goddess Hecate, the goddess with an indifferent expression looked toward the temple of fate in the sky, her face showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Then...

"Get out of here!"

With a single swift movement, she kicked the unsuspecting Medea, who was sweeping the temple, out the door!

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On the holy mountain of Olympus,

The goddess who wandered through the eternal gardens lifted her gaze.

She was one of the Olympian gods, the most beautiful goddess in the world—the goddess of love, Aphrodite.

For this once, her eyes drifted toward the mortal realm, toward the most beautiful woman in the world—Helen!

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On the throne of the king of gods,

The ruler of ancient Greek mythology also raised his head at this moment.

In his eyes, lightning flickered, and within his sight appeared a goddess.

It was Thetis, the wise and gentle goddess of the sea.

In the deepest depths of the ocean,

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Within a grand temple, a towering god wielded his trident, gazing longingly at the sky.

The sea churned and surged with the god's emotions.

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On the battlefield of the human world,

The god of war, Ares, stood at the highest point of the bloody conflict between two armies, watching the fierce battle below and letting out a thunderous laugh...

He was the embodiment of power, bloodlust, and disaster for mankind!

The sounds of clashing weapons echoed in the air...

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*Clap, clap...*

The eldest of the gods, Hestia, happily clapped her hands.

Her gaze shifted toward the Temple of Fate, then toward the scattered Olympian gods across the world.

Finally, her eyes fell upon Promise, who was sitting atop Pegasus.

Sensing this, Athena, who was gently holding Promise in her embrace, looked up, meeting her gaze from afar and offering her a warm smile in return.

"Ah, I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"

Hestia said,

"Now things can finally get lively again!"

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At that instant,

It was as if something had been awakened...

In the deepest part of the underworld,

Within the prison that suppressed ancient gods, where even the concepts of time and space ceased to exist—the eternal cage, the abyss of Tartarus.

A monstrous figure slowly lifted its head.

It was Typhon,

The greatest enemy of Zeus, the only being in Greek mythology who nearly toppled the rule of Olympus.

The father of all monsters—Typhon!

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Meanwhile, at the very beginning,

In the kingdom of Iolcus, the homeland of Jason,

A great ship, built from sacred wood that would never decay and crafted to never sink, was anchored along the coast.

Jason, with his golden hair and blue eyes, stood proudly before it, his expression full of pride.

Beside him were the giant deer-hunter Actaeon, Meleager, the prince of Calydon, and Orpheus, the son of the god of light, Apollo.

They had already arrived.

They gazed upon the great ship, which would carry them far across the seas, embarking on the legendary adventure—the Argo.

The eyes of all those present were filled with anticipation and excitement!

This was the myth second only to the Trojan War in ancient Greek legend.

This was the epic adventure where the greatest Greek heroes gathered as one.

The gods turned their attention to it, and the heroes prepared to raise the sails, ready to set out on their voyage!

"So..."

Jason turned his head, looking at the gathered heroes before him.

And then he asked the most pressing question of the moment:

"When is Promise finally coming back?!"