"Old Ody, what would he have to do to defeat those gods?" Little Illusion sat on a sand dune with her chin propped on her hand, looking every bit like Detective Conan Illusion.
"Actually, I've already guessed it. The method he intends to use has already been revealed to him by the City of Scams," Wenren Sheng said confidently.
Little Illusion immediately leaped onto his neck and urged, "Hurry up and tell me."
"Do you like spoilers?"
"I do."
"I don't."
"Cheapskate. I'll figure it out myself."
As the two bickered, Odysseus secretly left the Sea Wharf and went alone to the foot of a sand dune.
Facing east, he piled sand into a seven-pointed star, then took out a dagger and cut his fingertip.
After finishing all that, he began to pray.
Little Illusion immediately fell silent, her eyes wide as she stared intently at him.
Unfortunately, she could neither see nor hear anything.
"How strange. Why can't I see anything or hear what he's saying?" Little Illusion said angrily.
"I told you, you must first see your own heart clearly before you can unravel the mist brought by that city," Wenren Sheng repeated.
"But I don't have a heart," Little Illusion said gloomily.
"My heart is your heart."
"Oh, you should've said so earlier. No wonder I couldn't see anything no matter how hard I tried." Little Illusion plunged headfirst into Wenren Sheng's chest, rolling her eyes as she peered inside.
"Did you have to take that so literally? I meant for you to look at my noble character and perfect humanity—the heart in a conceptual sense, not that crimson, physical heart. You must follow my example and forge a soul just as pure and crystalline to see through the mystery," Wenren Sheng said helplessly.
"I can't see