Chapter 1787: My Name Is Perseus
"This world is a little strange..."
Perseus stood atop Dongjing Tower, one hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, his expression grave.
Perseus of myth had been Zeus's son, the hero who slew Medusa.
But in truth, that god had fallen long ago, and before his resurrection, someone had taken his place!
The replacement was the last king of Macedonia's Antigonid Dynasty.
After learning of the fall of the Greek gods, Perseus's parents had begun planning the substitution.
Relying on his true name and Macedonia's national fortune, Perseus had indeed inherited most of the fallen god's legacy.
But Macedonia had perished because of it, never to recover.
As a mighty being who had risen through opportunism, having inherited most of a god's legacy as well as more than two thousand years of accumulation and cultivation afterward, he should have become one of the foremost existences.
Unfortunately, limited by his origins, and having remained cautious and restrained ever since Macedonia's fall, he had been exceedingly careful.
Thus, despite having had so much time, he had gradually been surpassed by many geniuses, becoming nothing more than an ordinary powerhouse of the upper realm.
Roughly on Amaterasu's level.
Still, while his strength was not among the best, the fact that he had survived so long without falling naturally meant he had his own merits.
Careful and cautious, measured in word and deed, never doing anything risky.
Opportunities and benefits usually came with risks. The rewards for campaigns in other worlds were high, but so was the possibility of perishing.
So he usually preferred taking small missions from lower worlds.
They were simple and risk-free. Though the rewards were usually not high, they were steady.
He lacked many things, but time was not one of