I Will Become a Hero

Type-Moon world, Greek Age of Gods.

In this ancient Greece of the 12th century BC, the Age of Gods had yet to end, and the air was saturated with "True Ether."

The gods of this era were linked to the "Root," capable of easily manifesting "Magic" that transcended mere "magecraft." Miracles were everywhere.

Between Mount Pindus and the Aegean Sea stood the Pelion Cave. Outside the cave at this very moment, Helios, the sun god of ancient Greek mythology, was driving his chariot pulled by four fiery steeds as usual, watching Nyx, the goddess of night, retreat from the mortal realm to the Underworld while dispelling the darkness from the earth.

Accompanied by the rising sun, the great centaur sage Chiron slowly approached.

This sage, renowned for his kindness and wisdom, lowered his head slowly and looked gently at the boy who had come here alone.

"Child, for what reason have you come here?"

The black-haired, blue-eyed youth raised his head, meeting the centaur's gaze without fear, and stated firmly:

"I have come to become a great hero!"

Hearing this, Chiron nodded slightly, then asked with great interest:

"Child, why is it that you wish to become a hero?"

It was not that Chiron was being long-winded; as a sage and the son of the second-generation King of Gods, Cronus, and the nymph Philyra, he was a god himself.

As a god, he possessed a degree of "Clairvoyance," allowing him to see the trajectories of others' fates.

Yet, his eyes could not discern this child's destiny; unknown elements shrouded him like a dense fog.

Thus, he surmised that this child was under the protection of some deity.

"Why, you ask?"

The youth murmured, as if he had never considered the question. He simply wanted to be a hero for the sake of being a hero, because by becoming a hero, he would surely be able to ascend to the Throne of Heroes.

"Forgive me, great centaur sage, I do not know the exact answer to that question. I only came because I wished to become a hero."

He said apologetically.

He was not lying, merely leaving half the truth unsaid, for this was the Age of Gods; lying to a god would surely be detected.

One had to prioritize honesty.

"I see. Simply wishing to become a hero—that is fine, child. I believe you will eventually find the meaning of becoming one. Then, I am Chiron, and I shall teach you everything I know."

Chiron stroked the boy's hair, speaking gently.

It was on this day that Chiron took on a disciple named Thaumas.

Five years later, Inside the Pelion Cave.

The morning sun, wreathed in wisps of clouds, appeared mysterious, beautiful, and warm as it shone into the room, making everything seem harmonious and quiet.

Having already finished his morning training, Thaumas sat at a table. He wore garments made of thin, sheer fabric, with fluid lines and natural pleats that appeared elegant and ethereal.

These were clothes crafted by Chiron using the technology of the Age of Gods; their pure white hue made the wearer shimmer, while also facilitating movement and showcasing a toned physique.

With his handsome looks, he would surely possess the [Fair Youth] skill after becoming a Heroic Spirit.

Still, one had to be careful to protect oneself; after all, this was Greece.

He calmed his mind and turned his focus inward, where he saw a Monument.

The monument was pitch-black and towering; his sixteen-year-old body felt like a mere mayfly before it.

This was the reason he had come here; it was a Monument that recorded his "great achievements."

It could transport him to any point in human history; as long as there were human footprints, Thaumas could reach it.

Indeed, he did not belong to this era, nor even to this world; he was rejected by the world itself.

In truth, this was his second time transmigrating. Initially, Thaumas had a father who was a member of the Chinese magecraft organization, the Spiral Hall.

Though he had a bright future ahead of him, he discovered while studying magecraft that he was as if isolated from the Chinese "Thought Disk," completely unable to use "Thought Magecraft."

Not only that, he could not even use Western "Magecraft Foundations." His father had even gone so far as to transplant "Magic Crests" into him.

But it ended in failure; the moment the "Magic Crest" touched him, it shattered completely.

Every known method had been exhausted.

His father had truly tried his best, but he seemed isolated from the world, rejected by it.

Knowing all this, he was naturally in despair.

He knew exactly what kind of world it was.

Without magecraft, it meant losing a "gun" for self-defense; let alone attacking, even keeping his own life was difficult.

After all, it was a world of nuclear peace; he had heard that by 2016, humanity would have no future.

He didn't even know which timeline this was.

In short, his father had paid "tribute" to his superiors to protect him, then secretly hidden him away.

Although risks still existed, at least apart from madmen and certain minor mages, no one else would be keeping an eye on him.

This father of his had already done his best to protect him.

He was a very qualified father.

Originally, he should have just lived on in this humble way; there was no shame in that.

But, haven't you heard that heaven never closes all doors? As long as I want to move forward, the cheat is right there in my mind.

He didn't know what this Monument was, but he understood one thing: one should only concern themselves with matters appropriate to their station.

As a small fry, he only needed to climb upward; regardless of what schemes were afoot, he would become stronger first.

The weak do not need to ponder great matters; this was something he had just learned.

Thaumas shook his head, stopped thinking about these trivialities, and fixed his gaze on the Monument.

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Heroic Spirit Name: Thaumas

Era: Ancient Greek Age of Gods

Class: Unconfirmed, lacks aptitude

Alignment: Not yet finalized

Noble Phantasm: None for now

Heroic Spirit Grade: E

Heroic Spirit Event:

A youth who, in order to become a hero, overcame hardships and obstacles, traveled alone to Pelion Cave, successfully apprenticed under the centaur sage Chiron, and became acquainted with many heroes...

]

Possessing this Monument, his soul was nearly immortal; every time his physical body died, his soul would return here, completing the inscription of the Heroic Spirit.

Although this was his first time using it, this Monument gave him plenty of confidence; at least in this Age of Gods, he no longer feared death.

However, to successfully inscribe a Heroic Spirit, his Heroic Spirit quality needed to reach at least D-rank, and he had to "die."

This was still quite a challenge.

But it didn't matter; he believed he would become a brilliant meteor streaking across the sky of Ancient Greece, becoming a hero.

He would leave his legend in this world.

So, "Master Chiron!"

Thaumas excitedly found Chiron and said with great enthusiasm:

"Master Chiron, let me go down the mountain! I am going to become a great hero!"

As he spoke, he started walking out on his own.

"Master, just watch! This world will be proud because of me!"

"Bards will vie to sing of my story, and people will remember my heroic bearing."

"I shall be immortal!"

Before he could finish, the centaur sage grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up effortlessly with his right hand, and said calmly, "Jason already informed me that you two skipped class yesterday, and he has already received his due punishment."

"As for you, Thaumas, go stand in the corner now, my great hero."

The hero was punished by having to face the wall; this was an unavoidable battle.

There was no help for it; he couldn't win.

"Damn it, a great hero's journey cut short!"

Thaumas said indignantly.

"Perhaps you should praise the goddess Hera instead, and be thankful that this deity who governs childbirth and marriage did not let you die in the womb."

The centaur sage said earnestly.

Damn you, Jason, you blonde-haired brat, you'll get beaten by the whole world sooner or later.

Thaumas thought to himself while standing in the corner.

PS: Some language will be expressed in Chinese; although it looks a bit out of place in Ancient Greece, since you are reading a Chinese book, I'll lean in that direction.

Leaning towards mythology, not much Type-Moon; purists of the original work, do not enter.

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