It Was Unintentional So It's Okay III

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Chapter 121: It Was Unintentional So It's Okay III

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"Olympus! Here I come to collect charity!! Do you think you can just pledge it and not pay up!?" Ahem...

Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece, said to be the home of the Olympian gods though Ian knows better.

It's not their home, it's merely one of the gates established by the Olympian gods to reach earth.

Ian approached the disturbance in space, his death force already exploring it while his magic was working on allowing him to go through it, to reach his target not some godforsaken place.

"Hmm?" Ian frowned, a bit puzzled as he walked to the space twist, feeding it his magic, allowing it to encompass him, teleporting him into the land of gods.

"Way too easy... I'm starting to get the picture of why Hephaestus didn't bring me the weapon as per our deal... Wrong move... Nah, after a second thought, it's the perfect move."

He spoke his mind out, not caring if anyone was listening because he knows they are. He observed the surroundings, finding himself in a beautiful forest, filled with nothing but greenery.

The trees were extremely high. The grass and flowers were lovely, of all varieties as if it were the heaven of nature.

He was in mount Olympus, the true Olympus residing in Skyland, a far away dimension.

Ian started hovering above the ground, getting higher and higher, trying to get a clearer look at his surroundings.

However, the Olympian woods didn't seem to be as peaceful as he assume because from the shadows of trees, a colossal white lion jumped at him, reaching him despite being dozens of meters above the ground.

'A divine beast? This is a first.' The crime lord of Gotham remained calm as he spread his wings. He controlled his left wing to instantly slap the beast away with ease.

Even in his fight against Etrigan, the wings remained spotless. They were his greatest treasure aside from the staff because even Ian found out that he can not harm them in any way, not yet at least.

Lucifer's wings, one of the strongest beings in the entirety of existence, perhaps even the strongest aside from his creator. Only such an existence would throw his wings away.

And they were quite vast spreading for several meters around him, so using them as a weapon was natural.

"I have never tasted a divine beast, so why not start now." That's all the convincing he needed to convince himself before his staff vanished, coming crashing down on the beast without giving it the chance to show just how special it was.

'Let's make sure before I make any hasty decision though I hope my prediction is right.'

Sticking to his words, he landed before the dead beast and started cutting it to piece after constructing a few remotely controlled magic swords.

He waved his staff, constructing a few more magical tools that went around helping him create a natural fire.

It was all happening too fast, making him further believe that magic was the best thing that happened to the world before his arrival.

Ian took a piece of wood, looking very relaxed amidst the chirping of birds, just waiting for the meat to cook.

However, an uninvited guest approached. A man of colossal build, absolutely ripped. Everything about him spoke of an ancient warrior.

He seemed to come in peace as he had a small smile on his face while taking a seat on the ground close to the undisturbed Ian.

"Human?" The man questioned.

"Kinda... Not sure." Ian shrugged, paying close attention to the meat, sometimes increasing the heat through magic to cook it faster without risking the taste.

Darkness was arriving, and the light was leaving, except for that small cozy campfire.

"Hercules." The man said.

"Ian Rose."

"So what brought you here?"

"Getting someone to fulfill their pledge and a bit of charity on top."

Their conversation was very brief, and peaceful, not something expected from someone who lives in the lands of the Gods, let alone Hercules himself.

Hercules was confused, not understanding what he meant in the slightest, so he just moved on to the next subject, "What about the beast? Why kill him when you can just avoid him? What if it was one of the Gods' pets?"

"It attacked me first, so it's okay." Ian shrugged again.

"Hoh? Uncaring about attracting the wrath of the gods?"

"Hmm, now that you put it this way..." Ian articulated the words in his mind because he really wasn't interested in trouble, "Oh yeah, It was unintentional, so it's okay."

And then there was silence for quite a while. Perhaps Hercules was speechless, so he remained silent until Ian sent a large piece of meat hovering towards him.

"Have your fill." Ian courteously said before starting to munch through the appetizing meat.

"Wow, like... Phew, without seasoning or anything, yet it is still the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."

Ian was certainly enjoying himself, but that didn't appear to be the case for Hercules as Ian curiously asked, "You're not gonna eat it? Is it perhaps below your standards?"

Hercules looked dazed, staring at the piece of meat in his hand, seeming to be sweating a bit, quite the odd thing, "I feel no hunger..."

"Oh," Ian nodded in understanding, "I see... You must be eating such a top-quality meat every day to the point you've grown sick... Sick of it." He strangely emphasized the last point, inducing a twitch on the demigod's face.

"God, it's so delicious..." Ian remarked again, taking another bite of the meat, "Honestly, I should come here more often. You know, to hunt such wonderful beasts."

"You... What would you do if the pledge isn't fulfilled?" Hercules changed the subject with a frown. The conversation turned weird quite fast.

"If? You mean when? I will do it anyway because I already know it won't be fulfilled, unless..." Ian let out a chuckled, shaking his head as he cut off another piece of beautifully cooked meat.

"Unless?" Hercules frowned even more.

"What you don't know can't hurt you. Do you know of the phrase?" Ian asked something the Demigod considered irrelevant, but he still answered.

"I do. I've heard such words before."

"It's false in so many ways that few people can comprehend. It only holds true for the weak... The weak-minded to be specific. What you don't know will most often than not hurt you." Ian softly explained, seeming to be in a good mood.

However, to Hercules, that sounded like a threat. His frown stretched further, seeming to be stressed.

"You kinda know... Albeit too late, so let me ask you just to make sure, why didn't you attack me yet?" Ian was still smiling but the demigod was not.

"I've honed my instincts beyond many, in fact, few can compare to me. Perhaps no one can... I felt it the moment I got close to you. I'm dead." Hercules clenched his fist, eyeing the lion's remains.

"This is your pet?" Ian wondered, genuinely curious, "If so, why send it at me when it's so weak?"

"Weak? It's not. You just never gave him a chance, and you are a monster. I didn't expect things to happen so fast... Yeah, I regret taking her deal." The demigod let out a sigh, giving up on life.

"Such is the fate of the ignorant... Unfortunately, I can not spare." It didn't sound like an unfortunate thing from Ian's tone, in fact, he was kinda glad because they made things easy for him.

"I understand... It's only unfortunate that I can not watch his cubs grow to become a well..."

Instantly, things changed. The air around the area seemed to freeze as every single muscle of Hercules clenched to such an instinct that his blood vessels seemed to burst, seemingly spraying the surroundings with blood.

However, his actions were too fast for his blood to reach the ground as he seemed to have grown in size.

The mere side effect of which created a shockwave so great it demolished the surroundings dozens of meters around him.

Even Ian found himself sent flying backward by the impact only to find his head being held by the bloody colossal warrior in sought of crushing his skull, and with no hesitation he did.

"Hahh... It was worth the try." Hercules let out one last sigh, falling to his knees.

He clearly felt himself crushing nothing but air, his target nowhere to be seen, but what was seen was the staff that has just created a hole through his chest, inducing a gush of blood, forming into a fountain beneath him.

Not just that, he clearly felt the staff devouring him for all he's worth as Ian walked from behind him, crouching to his level, eye to eye, "It was a good try." He complimented.

"I know it was..." Hercules nodded, losing all signs of life, and leaving Ian with a few last words.

"Remember... None of the gods are kind. They're only as kind as the seeing eye expects. Heinous is our middle name, and I'm no exception as I'm sure you kno..."

Ian remained silent until the body turned to ashes, leaving his staff hovering in its place. He held it, tracing his fingers along with its exquisite form, and mumbled, "Another vessel filled... Kinda."

Ian then took a deep breath and turned around, eyeing a certain direction, "If a game you wish to play, then allow me to end it because I have absolutely no interest in playing along."

The staff loomed before him, becoming entirely dark. Pure darkness was being unleashed from it, "Let me show my latest vision. Trigon's flames... The darkest of suns!"