[+1 Month]
[Status]
Name: Crisaor
Race: [Giant God]
Core: [Giant's Heart (A++)] [Divine Core (D+)]
Divine Authority: [Strength (B+)] [Earthquakes (A)] [Charm (C)]
Status: [Healthy]
Age: 1 (Month)
Racial Level: (D++)
Personal Level: 24 (Level Up from Racial Exp in natural growth)
Body: (A) [102]
Mind: (D) [38]
Spirit: (C) [146]
Status Points: 69
Passive Abilities: [Herculean Body (A+)] [Giant's Heart (EX)] [Growth of the Giant (EX)] [Magic Resistance (A+)] [Physical Resistance (A+)] [Purity (A+)] [Goddess's Whim "Charm" (A)] (+) [Eternal Youth (A)] (+) [Archery (C)] [Swordsmanship Apprentice (C+)] [Bronze Body (B)]
Active Abilities: [Mana Control (A)] [Mana Sense (B)] [Giant Language (B+)] [Blessing of the Giant (C+)] [Flight (C+)] [Earth Magic (A)] [Call of the Sea (D)] [Presence Concealment (A+)] (+) [Vampirism (C)] (+) [Siren's Song (A)]
A full month had passed since his birth... and he had to admit that he felt more comfortable not being born than he did now after being born.
Now his body was demanding "food"... massive amounts of it for his colossal 12-meter body.
The only reason he hadn't starved to death was that these seas had sea monsters no smaller than himself, so yes, his diet consisted of fish and sea monsters every day. Unfortunately, there was not enough wood on the island to cook such giant creatures, so he had learned to use his Mana as a makeshift fire.
Taking a large bite of fish in his hand, Crisaor looked out at the furious sea around the island.
"This place is truly terrifying."
The sea was truly violent, but as the son of Poseidon, he had the advantage of being able to enter and stay underwater as long as he wanted.
Swallowing the fish in his mouth, he grabbed another piece before looking up at the sky. The dark clouds remained as ominous as ever.
But as a giant, his eyes were special. He could sense that the magic within the clouds was slowly dissipating.
"I need to grow stronger before those clouds disappear. Their dispersal marks my march against Athena."
He was aware that even if he did nothing, his existence was already against Athena. So, it was better to prepare.
This was something he had done a lot. He had practiced his shield and sword techniques, improved his creation of Earth Golems, and managed to create spirals of energy in his palms and launch them at his enemies. He could also walk on water with ease and, of course, control the sea to some extent.
His Origin, "Strength," was actually rapidly growing stronger, and he had 69 points to allocate wherever he wanted.
Pegasus couldn't stay still for long. He had escaped the island a while ago in response to the call of adventure from the surrounding world. And his two aunts were simply standing by the crystal coffin, guarding Medusa's pale body until her awakening.
So, he was alone again, with his thoughts in a tide that seemed never to calm. But he wasn't really angry or sad. He was simply contemplative. There were so many things he could still attempt. The mystery of "Strength" was truly intriguing. It continuously strengthened his body, but he was wondering if there was another way to utilize that mystery.
"What a tiny little thing, so cute."
Looking at the snake coiling around his finger, Crisaor was quite entertained. To ordinary people, this snake was huge, but to him, it wasn't that big.
A beautiful snake of pure white color with supernatural strength far beyond its size.
This snake had chosen him as a place to sleep for a while now. It would coil around his finger and fall asleep without bothering to ask Crisaor if he wanted a live snake ring on his finger.
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[Looking at his fist surrounded by a metallic aura, Crisaor simply smiled. It was indeed working as he expected it to.
"Haha... By merging his will with the authority of 'Strength,' I create an armor that significantly boosts my damage."
In a way, he had drawn considerable inspiration from the Haki in One Piece, and the effect was quite similar. Although he didn't know if there were any differences beneath the surface, it didn't matter. For a giant, his body was his best weapon, and Haki was simply in tune with his existence.
It was as if his concept had been born with him in mind—a giant god with the authority of 'Strength.'
[Argonaut]
A ship navigating the depths of the Greek sea was slowly heading towards the Island of the Gorgons.
On the ship's prow stood a "handsome" man with blonde hair and green eyes, adorned with golden armor. He gazed at the sea with a certain annoyance.
"Why do I have to do the job of killing a mere serpent?"
He didn't want that. He merely wanted to obtain the Golden Fleece and claim what was rightfully his by birth—his "throne."
"Jason, why are you ignoring me? Are you still upset because my father attacked you? Don't worry, if you ask, I'll come back and kill him. I'll give you the throne if that's what you want."
Jason frowned upon hearing the annoying voice of the little princess he had captured during his journey.
He didn't love her; he truly didn't care about her. If it weren't for her usefulness in magic and the fact that she seemed to be infatuated with him due to the gods' "Love" effect, he would have thrown her overboard a long time ago.
"Medea, be silent. I'm thinking."
The young girl—an apprentice of the same Hecate, a prodigy in magic, and a beauty few could rival—lowered her head before a mere exiled prince.
This bewitched girl had killed and dismembered her own brother, using his remains to distract her father and allow this ship to escape his pursuit. Her name was repudiated in her birthplace, and her own father wanted her head on his table. Yet, despite losing everything—her kingdom, wealth, and even her mentor—she was simply being used as a tool, a magician with a hundred jobs to keep this ship operational and use the power of the gods based on spells only her master and herself knew.
"Sorry, Jason... I just..."
Furrowing his brow, Jason looked at the violet-haired girl with matching eyes, her pointed ears resembling those of an elf, her towering beauty desired even by the gods.
"Sigh... It's alright, Medea. Tell me, have you found a way to navigate through the storm surrounding the Isle of the Gorgons? I've heard that no ordinary ship can pass through that storm."
"Yes!! Jason, I've discovered a way to pass through. My mentor taught me a rather dangerous spell that will work for this occasion. By using the spell, I can briefly steal a portion of a god's authority and wield it as my own. But the cost isn't small. I might end up dying, with my soul shattered by such an act."
"Very well, then do it. Athena has ordered us to hunt down that half-serpent, half-goddess monster. We need to complete the task if we want her support when the time comes."
Walking toward his quarters at the top of the ship, Jason halted when he noticed a strand of green hair falling in front of him, accompanied by a mocking voice.
"The Lost Prince, feeling good playing with the heart of a Young Princess?"
Jason's eyes darkened before he lifted his gaze. Atalanta— a Huntress under the wing of Artemis. Her strength wasn't insignificant, which was why Athena managed to convince Artemis to allow this girl to support him. However, despite Artemis's permission, Atalanta had a serious problem with Jason. She not only despised men in general but had a particular disdain for Jason, a prince with no real accomplishments, bearing an insufferable arrogance.
More than a few crew members of this ship had come and gone, unable to withstand the treatment of this despicable man for long.
"Atalanta... It seems you still harbor resentment against me for a decision made by the gods. Do you doubt the judgment of Goddess Athena in choosing me as her hero?"
Atalanta shook her head before speaking sarcastically.
"I don't doubt the gods' thinking. But I doubt yours, Jason, and I doubt your methods. To use such a method to deceive that girl is despicable."
Pure disdain shone brightly in the green eyes of this forest girl, one of Artemis's many huntresses and among the best of them.
But in the face of that fire in her eyes, Jason merely smiled.
"What a pity... You have to accompany me to the end of my journey, unless you want to go against the mandate of the gods, especially your own goddess."
Atalanta looked at Jason in silence before huffing.
"You're just another fool... I can't wait for the moment when you fail and lose divine favor."
Saying no more, Atalanta went over to where Medea was, leaving Jason with a furrowed brow.
He was a king; his brother had simply stolen his throne. He couldn't fail, and the throne would rightfully return to him as it should, since his birthright was being denied.
"Me, lose divine favor..."
Shaking his head, Jason entered the cabin, leaving a sepulchral silence outside.)