14. Weak

Soon, Inspector Kyros' smirking face disappeared, morphing into a vicious frown.

"A lot of you are unhappy even if you don't dare openly admit it," said Inspector Kyros calmly. "Do you think what I did was unfair? Do you think what I did was cheating? Well, I stand here to tell you that not only is it not unfair or cheating, but it is deserved."

No one dared speak after they heard this, but Inspector Kyros had been doing this long enough to know that no trainee who ever heard him say this had accepted it in their heart. Despite this, Inspector Kyros continued on.

"What do you think you even faced? It was not the dangerous creatures of legends, but instead just low-level monsters and constructs barely even considered skilled creations. Such creatures left you embarrassed to the point you couldn't even fight back, and yet you dare hold onto something so pathetic as your pride at this moment in time."

"Pride without substance isn't admirable, it's simply stupidity. You have only just awakened your divine blood and you feel like nothing could stop you, but you need to curb your arrogance."

"You may be something in the world of mortals, but in the world of the gods, you are nothing. If you want to have pride, if you want to earn respect here in the world of the gods, you can't rely on your divine blood like you did in the world of mortals. Divine blood isn't an anomaly anymore, it is the norm. The only thing that can get you respect here in this world is your strength, and you weaklings are just beginning your journey."

The field was completely silent. No one dared speak, but they could feel it completely in their hearts: just how fragile and powerless they were. These arrogant children who had lived their lives believing that they were part of an exclusive superior class, a great cabal of elites, realized that there were mountains above mountains, a sky above the sky.

In the grand picture.... they were really nothing.

For the newly awakened divine descendants, such a feeling of inferiority and nothingness was unbearable. It's much harder to go from wealth to frugality than the other way around. After living as members of the superior class, how could they accept that they were falling down again?

For these new trainees, even if there was no entrance exam into Olympus Academy coming up, they would train with unprecedented vigor! Inspector Kyros saw this and smiled. As descendants of the gods, they inherited some of the bad traits of their forefathers. Pride. To truly subdue these prideful youths and command them with any sort of respect, you had to break them down first. Only then could you build up a strong and terrifying foundation.

The interesting days at the new training camp were finally starting to begin.

The next day, after getting a good rest and recovery, Oliver and Aiden dragged their bodies to the training ground along with the others. As they arrived at the training ground, the new trainees couldn't help but pause; the place had changed completely. In terms of size alone, it seemed to have multiplied, but that was not all. All sorts of strange training equipment could be found all over the training ground. But the most eye-catching change would have to be the weapons rack. All sorts of weapons were lined up: swords, spears, war hammers, daggers, flails—you name it, it could be found.

"Is this what they meant by free training period..." murmured Oliver, a little stunned.

Like Oliver had said, the morning of today would be taken up by a free training period where instructors encouraged the trainees to practice the weapons they knew so they could get a rough average of the abilities of the trainees. Aiden and Oliver didn't linger around looking on for too long. Soon, Oliver dragged Aiden to pick up a set of bows and arrows and headed to the archery range.

Aiden and Oliver stood behind a wooden fence, and in front of them were many shooting targets arranged at varying distances away from them: 20 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, etc. Aiden had no experience in any form of combat, but he was determined to follow down the path of archery. He hadn't forgotten what happened to him during the awakening process. Besides the horrifying pain, he saw a strange thing on a screen of fire:

[Feat of Renown: Descendant of Apollo]

Feat type: Passive

-Increased healing affinity

-Increased fire affinity

-Increased archery affinity

-Increased strength

-Ancient Greek

-Latin 

As a complete novice, he was being handed his next steps on a plate. If he still refused to pick up archery, then he would be a complete and unsalvageable idiot.

As Aiden thought this, Oliver got ready to practice. He pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back. From the outside, it looked like Oliver was harmonizing with his bow; even his small breaths were completely in line with the small tremble of the bowstring. Suddenly, a sharp look passed through Oliver's eyes as he released the bowstring.

"Bang!"

The arrow soared through the air, crashing into the target like thunder, but that wasn't the end. Oliver's hands moved in a blur, and Aiden couldn't even see how Oliver drew the next arrow.

"Bang!"

Another thunderous shock erupted as another arrow trembled inside the target! And that wasn't the end.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Within seconds, five arrows flew out and slammed into the target in rapid succession.

"Hisss!"

Aiden took a mouthful of cold air.

How terrifying!

Such power!

Such accuracy!

Aiden imagined himself in the place of the target and shivered. How was a person even supposed to dodge that!?