Tongji's Game

Hercules.

A legendary Greek figure, son of Zeus, the great god, and founder of the twelve unparalleled labors.

A hero.

A demigod with divine blood flowing through him.

Or even... the god of strength!

The instant the light emerged, Huai Shi froze, countless titles flashing through his mind.

He could not help trembling...

Not from excitement, but from fear.

Reverence.

Because an unattainable peak stood before him, challenging him, intending to kill him here.

That resolve was so firm, so unshakable, that even from such a distance, Huai Shi could still sense the awe-inspiring fighting spirit, the soaring will to battle, the iron determination that would never retreat or show mercy.

Why?

The moment that thought arose, it was answered.

Because he was Publius's enemy.

And the other had received orders to come kill him.

The Crowned Ones had merely been insignificant appetizers, not even as useful as that arrow just now. They were only a warning, like a horn blown at the start of a battle.

Then who exactly was "he"?

It was not that Huai Shi doubted Hercules's identity. He simply refused to believe that the legendary god of strength would appear before him.

The gods were dead. Hercules himself included.

Therefore, the thing before him had to be something Publius had created through some kind of technology. Whether it was called a living Living Event Record or an intelligent Divine Miracle Inscription, perhaps it was both. Its current nature was undoubtedly something like that.

Through the extraction of divinity, the legendary hero of old had been recreated.

Based on this mastery and application of divinity and Source Matter alone, Publius deserved his reputation as the Grandmaster of Essence Studies renowned throughout the entire realm.

Upon learning that the other was not Hercules himself, Huai Shi could not