Tower of Heaven

Describing Artemia’s experiences in detail would take far too long. For two years, she lived as a fugitive.

She was wanted by anyone and everyone who knew her appearance. They were trying to monopolize her life essence, so they didn’t spread information, but that wasn’t helpful if their number was already in the hundreds.

Artemia was hunted like a wild beast. She was corralled into corners and forced to do anything she could think of to escape from impossible situations.

She fought to the death over and over again, experienced the sensation of torment to an even greater extent, and died on the cold ground at least a few times.

Yet, she never truly died. By some miracle, her soul managed to stay in one piece and her body managed to heal as well.

Luck played a part in her fate, but luck could only give her a push in the right direction. She had to do the real work herself.

She became stronger and stronger. The aura around her became more and more intimidating. Her eyes became colder and colder until they looked no different than those of a vengeful spirit.

Her aura began to change. She killed so many undead beings and consumed their souls for survival that a piece of her body was starting to resemble the undead.

The Underworld qi in her flesh and bones worked harmoniously with the soul essence she used as energy, creating great changes in her physique and mind.

Artemia still didn’t know where she was. She was never able to learn about the fact that this was the Underworld, as she had been forced to keep away from any signs of society she saw.

She only knew that this was a completely different world. She knew that the people here were undead spirits, and she knew that she was nothing more than fresh meat here.

Her goal wasn’t to escape. She knew that trying to escape now when she knew nothing and could learn nothing would be fruitless.

Instead, her goal was to become a predator. She needed to hunt the ones who were hunting her, and then she needed to hunt everyone else.

When she met Horus…

It was about a year and a half after she’d made that decision.

More than a year after she decided to start hunting, she found her way to a conflict between Spirit Arm and an influence called Midnight River.

Midnight River was mostly insignificant, but it was related to Vengeful Flameguard. They also happened to be some of the main enemies standing against Spirit Arm.

It was almost as if their meeting was fated. They had been brought together just moments after Atlas finished speaking to Hades.

Nevertheless…

The true stories of the time they spent alone, and the story of the time they’d spend before Atlas reached them…

Those would have to be heard personally from their mouths.

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"I will take your quest."

When those words were spoken, Atlas’ fate was sealed. Hades went on to explain exactly what the quest he had just accepted was.

[I have an artifact that was crafted in my name long ago. It is a helmet that I wore throughout many battles in my youth.]

Hades had two brothers. One was named Zeus, and the other Poseidon.

The three of them were the great Gods of their pantheon, ruling the skies, the seas, and the Underworld respectively.

To support their Divinities, each of them was gifted a grand artifact. For Zeus, it was a lightning bolt, for Poseidon, it was a trident, and for Hades, it was Kynee.

Naturally, it was a treasure he cared about quite a bit.

The problem was that he no longer had that helmet. According to him, it had been severely damaged in a war that took place semi-recently and he’d returned it to its creators to have it fixed.

However, after giving them the helmet, he’d never received it back. More importantly, its creators cut contact with him and refused any envoys he tried to send them. Eventually, they even disappeared so he could not find them at all.

[They have hidden from me specifically. As long as I am Hades, King of Death, I will not be able to find them. However, that is not the case for those who do not carry my authority.]

Atlas was an outsider, so it wouldn’t be so impossible for him to find them.

His quest was to find Kynee and bring it back to Hades. On paper, it didn’t look like something he should’ve been attempting.

’However, it may be simpler than expected.’

Hades didn’t mention exactly who created his helm. He only said that it was gifted to him by some Elder Cyclopses during his youth.

Those specific Elder Cyclopses were not beings Atlas could reach. As such, Hades gave him a different target.

The three Cyclops brothers, Brontes, Steropes, and Arges. Hades said that they were the ones Atlas had to find.

In his words:

[Those three, even if they are not currently in possession of it, can get their hands on it if need be. I cannot approach them without alerting those old ones, but it is different if it is you.]

If there was anything to be grateful for, it was the fact that those three brothers were not hostile beings. Judging by the way Hades described them, their Legends were more related to smithing and other such duties than war and bloodshed.

They were meant to be the best craftsmen in or related to Olympus. People like them wouldn’t force him to fight for Kynee.

If they were hiding from Hades, they definitely had a reason to stay away from him. That reason had nothing to do with Atlas, but if they were keeping Kynee due to a grudge or something similar…

’It depends entirely on their feelings once I reach that step. I can’t very well steal the treasure from beings of such scale, so if they do happen to refuse

Atlas shook his head. It wasn’t worth thinking so negatively when he didn’t even know how to find those three brothers.

’Whether they’re in the Underworld or the overworld is still even a concern.’

The three Cyclops brothers were said to live on Mount Olympus.

Atlas wasn’t so stupid as to wonder where that was. It was the location that inspired the name of the Godly Society. It could not exist below the God Realm.

’I cannot reach the God Realm.’

Of that much, he was absolutely positive.

’I can only reach the overworld if Hades allows it. If I do so, will I be able to return?’

There were a lot of concerns that he needed to address, but one by one, they were placed to the side.

’If this was an impossible quest, it wouldn’t have been given to me.’

Atlas believed Hades’ reputation to an extent. He couldn’t bring himself to believe he was being mocked.

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Besides, even if it was supposed to be an impossible quest, that didn’t mean he would give up here.

If Hades offered a favor as a reward thinking he’d never have to give it out, then he’d be sorely mistaken.

Because no matter what he had to do, Atlas was going to find those cyclopses and retrieve from them that prized treasure.

He would do it even if he had to stake his life

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