Going to Greece Means Becoming a Hero, of Course

Rovi knew that Xisuthrus was the Hellenized name of Ziusudra.

In fact, the Great Flood that destroys the world is an inevitable disaster in almost all Area God. Whether it is Mesopotamia, Greece, or even China, there are similar stories circulating in the world.

And there is never a shortage of survivors in Great Flood.

However, Rovi really didn't expect that Ziusudra and Xisuthrus would be the same person. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably would have thought they were just two separate individuals with similar origins.

He never expected to meet him here—

"As I said, we will meet again, and in the very near future." The old man emerged from the shadows, dressed similarly to when he was in Uruk, but the feeling he gave off was completely different.

Gone was the dark, deathly aura; instead, it exuded the air of an immortal who had detached himself from the world.

In Greek mythology, he was merely an immortal being, not someone who dwells in the underworld.

"To be honest, how many aliases do you have?" Rovi asked curiously.

"Wherever there was a cataclysmic Great Flood, there are traces of me." The old man said matter-of-factly, "This is also an essential skill for people from the Netherworld."

It's quite impressive to be able to use multiple aliases all over the world...

"Alright!" Xisuthrus stroked his beard beneath his cloak and raised his eyes. "Since you're here, I might as well be your guide for a while."

Unlike before in Uruk, this time Xisuthrus was waiting for Rovi here for no other purpose.

It's just because we used to be familiar with each other, that we were at least acquaintances.

Moreover, regardless of the circumstances, he still owed Rovi a favor—preventing the catastrophe that would destroy the world was something Rovi himself wanted to do, but it was also something he hoped Luo Wei would accomplish.

"I couldn't ask for more." Rovi smiled and replied, "Thank you, wise immortal."

He is never lacking in politeness when it is appropriate.

The other party's help was indeed what he needed.

Although Rovi knew this was Greece, he only knew the region, not the specific time or the exact geographical location.

He really needs a guide.

In any case, if you want to die in the 'great cause' you have created, you must first find the right opportunity and understand where the opportunity is greater.

Just as when he first arrived in Uruk, he spent a whole year lying low in the Pantheon to understand the layout and make thorough preparations.

"This is a tree, and that's grass... cough, I was just joking with you, young man, don't be so easily amused!" As he spoke, the old man noticed that Rovi's eyes were getting stranger and stranger, so he couldn't help but cough softly.

So Rovi raised his middle finger as a polite greeting.

Indeed, I shouldn't have been so polite.

But instead of a rebuttal from the old man, she received a strange sigh, "The mark of a sage..."

"You don't know yet?" Xisuthrus glanced sideways, his beard twitching as he grinned again. "Legend has it that on the land to the east, there once lived a sage who, in human form, fought against the world-destroying demons."

"And this posture symbolizes the rebellious spirit of the sage."

"On this land, countless people can be proud of it."

Rovi: "..."

He briefly imagined a country where everyone greeted each other with this kind of 'etiquette,' giving each other the middle finger upon meeting...

That's so strange, so very strange.

"Let's not talk about that now." The old man became slightly serious. "Let's talk about it as we go, starting with the nearest city-state—"

Alright, we've finally gotten to the main point.

Just like the Mesopotamian Plains, this region is adjacent to an inland bay called the Aegean Sea. Around the Aegean Sea exist various countries with different religious beliefs, but collectively they all share a common name— Aegean Sea.

This is Greece.

Another place where culture flourished.

But it brought Rovi a completely different feeling.

He traversed the forest, bathed in the morning sunlight, and saw the scent of living beings on one side. He darted forward to hunt, but in an instant, he bumped into an invisible 'monster'—a lion-like creature, but of an unusually large size.

In this land, these magical beasts seem to be everywhere.

"On this land, the gods dwell high in the sky and mysteriously roam the ground—similar to Uruk of old, but different in the form of their existence." Seemingly sensing the confusion in Rovi's heart, Xisuthrus casually answered, "The gods here... are able to descend to the mortal realm."

"Because they are not gods born of nature, but steel beings from beyond the heavens—they acquired humanity from people's faith, and from their existing steel bodies, they constructed human bodies that they could completely rely on and depend on."

They are gods high above, yet they also possess the form of humans who can freely roam the world. This is the biggest difference between Mesopotamian gods only manifest as intangible concepts and are difficult to find suitable bodies to possess.

"These magical beasts were created because the gods often descended to the mortal realm."

When deities appear in the world, they naturally bring mystery.

"All things evolve because of this, and humanity becomes stronger because of this."

"Here, some people slay monsters and protect the peace of the land, and are called heroes."

"Some people act recklessly, yet they are blessed by the gods because of their personality—they are also called heroes."

"Some people Divine Tool divine bloodlines and are born powerful."

"The powerful are the heroes, the weak are the common people."

This was the ' Heroic Age ' of Greece.

"Roar, roar, roar—" Over there, the monster blocked by the 'door' opened by Rovi was still roaring.

But nobody Human Order.

There was no need for Rovi to pay any attention to such trivial matters.

The more Rovi listened to the old man's story, the brighter his eyes became.

Hero, hero—

In Greece, the so-called hero is undoubtedly a profession with a high mortality rate.

Because they will be watched by the gods.

The more a person attracts the attention of the gods, the more tragic their fate tends to be.

"I've made up my mind..." Rovi stopped in his tracks and suddenly spoke, "I want to become a hero of Greece!"

"Hahaha, still the same as always, with his willful and reckless personality!" Xisuthrus was not surprised at all.

Despite his reputation as a sage and his extraordinary wisdom, the old man always knew clearly that the person before him and the King of Uruk, who was already known as the ' non-divine King of the Underworld of the Underworld,' were essentially the same kind of people.

Reckless and willful behavior.

So...

"As your guide, I recommend you go there alone!"

He said, "That man was Chiron, an outstanding centaur hero who trained countless heroes and was known as the ' Mentor of Heroes '."

"You will surely get what you want there."