"Transcendence, surpassing?!"
Someone muttered.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple."
"Do you remember how, in certain legends, the battlefield collapsed several times?!"
Within the Primordial Chaos Squad, a man with a crystal embedded in his forehead suddenly spoke.
"Right—he said he stands for justice. How credible is that?!"
The captain suddenly asked.
"Would a good person go around proclaiming himself a good person?!"
"Though there is one possibility: what he is carrying out now may be the justice of the past."
"After all, at the very least, he didn't sacrifice his teammates first."
"And from what I can see of his aura, it's so righteous it feels downright sinister..."
The crystal-browed man looked toward the distant sky. They had arrived at noon, but because of the region they had landed in, though it was not raining, dark clouds blanketed the heavens, and thunder rumbled faintly within them.
A wild wind howled, stirring wind and thunder. In any case, it was no good omen.
"Without becoming a true god, one is ultimately nothing but a tool and cannon fodder on the battlefield..."
"Ah..."
After a long while, the captain of the Primordial Chaos Squad let out a long sigh.
Elsewhere, Chu Ming leisurely arrived at Mount Olympus. This was also the place in this world closest to the higher dimensions of spacetime—the sole fragment of a higher dimension.
Unlike the dazzling pantheons of certain worlds, this world possessed only one pantheon: the ancient Greek Olympian Pantheon.
As for why so many nations and so many mythologies had still arisen on Earth, it was due to interference phenomena from Primordial Blue Star.
Yet at this point in time, Mount Olympus had already fallen silent. It was not because its power had run dry or its dimension had fallen, but simply because