The Source of Evil

"You've contributed immensely. If I can stop the Godking Palace's scheme, I'll definitely erect a monument for you in Black Coral City. The gods can resurrect the dead and turn them into a special kind of Demigod. Don't worry—you won't die," Suye said.

Sowo shook his head.

"Grandpa Sowo..."

"Call me Uncle! Cough, cough..." Sowo suddenly began coughing violently.

Suye hurriedly glared at Medea.

Medea said helplessly, "Uncle Sowo."

"That's more like it. Kind Medea." Sowo was weak, but his face was filled with a blissful smile.

Suye felt a pang of sorrow.

"Get some proper rest. Don't talk anymore," Suye said.

"I don't want to waste the final moments of my life sleeping. I want to live with greater purpose." Sowo's eyes burst with unprecedented radiance.

"You've already done that. You're already a role model for the entire Whale Kingdom—for resisting the power of the gods as a mortal," Suye said.

Sowo shook his head and said, "No, it's not enough. Suye, promise me this: find a Semi-Divine Artifact for Black Coral Island, then give Black Coral Island four statues of gods to protect the fishmen. Promise me..."

"Don't worry. As long as I have any spare Semi-Divine Artifacts, I'll place them on Black Coral Island. As for the statues of gods, I'll leave some behind," Suye said.

Sowo slowly turned his head and looked toward Medea.

"The one I can't let go of most is you."

Medea lowered her head slightly and gently stroked old Sowo's rough, shriveled hand.

"You're a good child in every way, except that you're too headstrong. If possible, abandon your original plan. Find a safe place, or leave Greece and start a new life."

Medea lowered her head and remained silent.

"Promise me, Medea. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace