"Pulling off something flashy and then running away, what a thrill!"
"There's no point in sticking around any longer anyway."
The fall of Troy was a disaster caused by a bunch of Greek gods. Atreus wasn't interested in confronting them directly during this era of powerful deities.
The familiar sensation of teleportation hit again, and Atreus could feel the terror on the two women's faces. Helen was one thing, but even the fierce warrior Penthesilea had never experienced anything like this.
After what felt like an eternity of spinning, the three of them blinked as their vision cleared.
Atreus let out a long sigh of relief, recognizing the familiar basement. They had made it back, finally.
A teleportation both failed and succeeded! It was off but not entirely.
Atreus touched his nose and wondered what Wonder Woman would think when she saw her aunt.
The urgent matter now was to call an ambulance.
Penthesilea's abdominal wound from the recent fierce battle had reopened, and she looked in bad shape.
Atreus quickly pulled off his mask, revealing a young face, quite different from the rugged visage of Kratos. The Amazon Queen stared, stunned.
"This is my true face. But before anything else, you need a doctor. This is a completely different world from Troy. If you see a group of people in white coats surrounding you, please don't attack. They're opening up your belly to sew back your intestines, not harm you."
The Queen's eyelid twitched uncontrollably, but the **Sword of Achilles** in her hand gave her great mental support. "Alright, I trust you."
Honestly, a woman with severe stab wounds and no legal ID would typically be reported to the police by the hospital.
But when money talks, problems disappear.
While Penthesilea was undergoing surgery, Atreus tried calling Wonder Woman but couldn't get through. Who knows where she had gone, somewhere without signal?
Helen, feeling lost in this unfamiliar world, asked, "What should I do, Lord Kratos?"
Atreus frowned. Taking Helen with him was definitely an accident. He extended his senses and noticed a faint divine power in Helen's abdomen.
No need to ask—it was Athena's doing.
Athena, with so many divine duties, was also a virgin goddess, a fact many overlooked.
If she didn't want Atreus to touch Helen, Athena had a hundred ways to make that happen. She just used the simplest and most effective—**divine suppression**.
Unless a god on par with the Olympians intervened, no one would be able to touch Helen.
Not only that, but it seemed Athena had cast some sort of optical camouflage on Helen's face, like a beauty filter, only this filter made her less attractive.
Only because Atreus now possessed some divinity could he vaguely see Helen's true beauty.
He sighed. "Uh, Kratos is just my alias. My real name is Atreus. From now on, just call me that."
"Alright, Lord Atreus," Helen replied, nodding nervously.
"No need for 'Lord.' Just call me 'Mister.'"
"Yes, Lord—uh, Mister Atreus."
Meanwhile, the Canary Sisters found out Atreus had returned through the ambulance. When they entered, they were shocked. First, a beautiful warrior woman had been taken away, and now there was this unexpected Greek woman. What was going on?
Looking at the two sisters, Atreus rubbed his temples and said, "It's a long story. My teleportation went off course, and I ended up rescuing Wonder Woman's relative. You might not believe this, but I went to **Troy**."
After he briefly explained the situation, the sisters looked at him even more strangely.
"Anyway, help Helen change her clothes. She can't go out in that Greek-style gown."
"Okay..." The Lance sisters exchanged complicated glances.
Just as Atreus returned from the hospital, Tony Stark showed up—not in his Iron Man suit, but in a car.
"Hey! Long time no see, buddy. What brings you here?" Atreus stood up and opened his arms to greet Tony. But he froze when he saw the striking red-haired beauty beside Tony.
She stood there casually, but her graceful posture betrayed her rigorous dance and etiquette training.
Her stunning beauty, combined with a seductive, feminine face, made every man's heart race. Even though she wore a black professional skirt, her curvaceous figure would leave anyone breathless.
With just a slight upward curve of her lips, she could steal a man's soul.
Seeing Atreus's stunned expression, Tony smirked. "This is my new legal secretary, Miss **Natalie Rushman**."
Men! They always love the beautiful ones!
Even though Tony had settled down, no longer partying every night and focusing solely on Pepper Potts, that didn't mean he couldn't have some eye candy around.
Tony's little game? Atreus got it—he really got it!
If he had seen such a beauty, he would have been thrilled, too.
But Tony, you fool, why do you always attract women you shouldn't mess with? This is the infamous **Black Widow**, the "Widow" everyone talks about!
"Hello, I'm Natalie Rushman." Black Widow graciously greeted him, and Atreus returned the favor with a kiss on her hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady."
Tony straightened up proudly. The last time he visited Atreus's yacht, he had been thoroughly impressed by Catwoman's beauty and figure.
Pepper Potts had her charm, but she couldn't hold a candle to Catwoman.
This time, with Natalie, Tony felt like he could hold his own. Beauty is subjective, after all.
Tony was sure he had regained some ground this time.
He straightened his suit jacket, preening a bit.
But Atreus wasn't going to let that slide.
No, more accurately, Atreus's women weren't going to let Tony have his moment.
Just as Atreus welcomed them into the living room, Black Canary brought Helen in.
Even though Helen was dressed in a cosplay-like black maid outfit with white lace trim, her natural beauty turned it into an elegant evening gown.
Tony was floored.
He had thought that Natalie's only flaw was her height. At 5'3", she was at a disadvantage among beautiful women, something she had to compensate for with high heels.
Taking off 5 points for her height, Tony thought Natalie was a solid 95.
But now, standing opposite him was a perfect 100.
No, some people score 100 because they've reached the max, while others get 100 because the scale can't go higher.
After years of navigating the social scene, Tony wasn't blind. Natalie's graceful bearing was something honed through training. But Helen's natural elegance screamed of an old aristocratic family upbringing.
The comparison was clear. There was no contest.
This was a total blowout.
Tony leaned over. "You bastard, did you do this on purpose, or was it an accident?"
"Uh, honestly, it was a purposeful accident!"
Tony's face soured as if he'd eaten something rotten.
(End of Chapter)