The Era When Gods, Humans, and Heroes Coexisted

The Golden Fleece Incident.

Legend has it that with the aid of the Queen of Heaven, Hera, Jason joined forces with heroes such as Heracles and Meleager to board the Argo and overcome countless perils to obtain the Golden Fleece.

This event shocked all of Ancient Greece and became the legend of the Argo, which has been passed down even to the modern day.

The essence of this heroic event was, in fact, Jason seeking to reclaim the throne of the Kingdom of Iolcus, which rightfully belonged to him, from his uncle Pelias.

Therefore, Dosu had taken a shortcut, cleverly skipping over the oath he had made to help Jason reclaim the throne.

Besides, even if he failed, the worst that could happen was death—which would conveniently allow him to ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become a Heroic Spirit. It was killing many birds with one stone.

However, after experiencing the events in the village just now, Dosu decided to do something.

After all, this was not some cold, textual simulation; what he was experiencing now was his own life!

Perhaps he was just that kind of person, unable to let things go. Having been nurtured by modern society, he found it difficult to endure the current barbarism.

Once one has seen the light, it is truly difficult to endure the darkness.

Cruelty, licentiousness, shamelessness, greed... he had seen too much primitive evil along the way.

He wanted to change something, however insignificant, or perhaps it was just his own wishful thinking, but maybe that was what a hero truly was.

Of course, he had not forgotten his original purpose: to ascend to the Throne of Heroes.

He would use his wisdom to successfully bind himself to the Argo.

The glorious journey of fifty men was about to become fifty-one; he would leave his own mark upon this legend!

Beyond that, this was not his only true goal. There was something else—something that, once connected, would guarantee his ascension to the Throne of Heroes.

At the same time, it would enhance the quality of his Heroic Spirit. It was a move that served multiple purposes.

That was—a god!

That's right! This was the Ancient Greece of the Age of Gods! An era where gods, humans, and heroes coexisted!

Moreover, Dosu already had a plan, right here on the road they were currently traveling toward the Kingdom of Iolcus!

It was here that Jason gained the appreciation of the Queen of Heaven, Hera, and successfully obtained her help, allowing him to write such a magnificent epic for the Argo.

So, he intended to squeeze himself into this event.

As for Jason, he would just have to suffer a little. Wasn't he the older brother? Surely, he would understand his younger brother.

In return, Jason, I will do my best to change your tragic ending.

Thinking of Jason's final fate—being driven out of the kingdom, abandoned by Hera, the goddess of marriage, after an affair, his own children murdered by his wife's hand, and finally, after boarding the glory-laden Argo, being crushed to death by a falling piece of wood...

Although he deserved it, at least it hadn't happened yet. There was still a chance to change things. Even though he had only wanted to become a Heroic Spirit at first, now he wanted to change something.

At this thought, Dosu looked at Jason with sympathy, making him feel completely uncomfortable.

"Although I know how elegant my figure is, that doesn't mean I like being looked at like that." Jason turned his head away shyly and pushed Dosu aside.

"If there's nothing else, don't look at me like that, you bastard!"

Listening to the powerless rage of the about-to-snap Jason, Dosu smiled. It seemed he had discovered something amusing.

Huh? Why would he think that? Could it be that he had the attributes of a troll?

Mount Olympus, The residence of the Queen of Heaven, Hera.

On a gorgeous white wool bed, a beautiful and noble goddess was resting quietly.

She was one of the twelve Olympian gods, the goddess of marriage and childbirth, a co-ruler who shared power with Zeus, and the third-generation Queen of Heaven in Greek mythology—Hera!

She wore a simple white one-shouldered dress; it was so simple it could be called a mere piece of cloth. One had to say, this was truly Ancient Greece.

On her head sat a golden crown, crafted by the god of fire, Hephaestus, as an act of revenge.

It is said that when Hephaestus was born, he was sickly and lame in one foot, and Hera despised him, casting him into the sea.

Fortunately, he was saved and raised by the sea goddess Thetis and Eurynome, returning to Mount Olympus nine years later.

He was deeply dissatisfied with his mother, Hera, and sought revenge. He crafted an exquisite chair and sent it to Hera, along with this crown.

Hera was delighted; her least favorite son had provided the best gift. But as soon as she sat on it, the ingenious chair bound and stuck to her, leaving her unable to move, and no one could undo it.

Later, through the mediation of the gods, Hephaestus agreed to release Hera, but from then on, Hera never dared to see him again.

Although Hera feared him, the crown he had sent was simply too magnificent and rare, so she kept it without a word, though she rarely boasted about it to the other gods.

"Respected Queen of Heaven..."

At this moment, another goddess of the twelve, the purple-haired, golden-eyed goddess of wisdom, Athena, walked into the hall.

"Oh, it is you, Athena. Do you have business with me?" Hera asked, puzzled.

"The Moirai have just told me their prophecy. The third Divine War is imminent, and this time it is against the Gigantes," Athena said calmly.

In the Type-Moon worldview, these Greek gods were actually mechanical fleets from a higher civilization.

Because they interacted with humanity, they no longer existed purely as "functions." They ceased to be mere tools and unanimously decided to become "gods."

At the same time, because of this, the Machine Gods mimicked the "personalities" that humans perceived and took on human forms.

In the Greek mythology passed down to the 21st century, the Twelve Olympians also played out stories that embodied human nature in human form, rather than engaging in crossfire between mechanical warships.

It must be mentioned here that over ten thousand years ago, the Second Divine War occurred.

In the Type-Moon historical perspective, the civilization destroyer from outer space—Velber—arrived in this solar system and scattered fragments of itself, the Harvest Star Vanguard, Sefar.

The Machine Gods knew that such things existed in the universe, but they never expected it to appear on this planet.

Sefar dealt a devastating blow to the gods on Earth (including the Olympian Machine Gods and other pantheons) and other life forms.

Fortunately, the planet (Earth) responded to the desperate wishes of humanity and created the Excalibur, and in the end, humanity defeated Sefar with the Excalibur.

However, after this battle, all twelve main gods lost their true bodies. Having lost their Machine God forms, the strength of the Olympian gods declined, and it was difficult to reproduce the powerful combat capabilities of the past. Although their authorities remained, they were somewhat affected.

And now, Athena had actually told Hera that the Divine War was coming again; how could she not take it seriously?

"Zeus is already at the Temple of Fate, assisting the Moirai in their full-scale calculations to find the correct future," Athena said.

"Then what should we do?" Hera asked worriedly.

"Based on the results calculated from the current projections, we need to seek the help of humanity."

"Humans are like our children. As gods, we need to protect them, but sometimes we also need their help," Athena answered truthfully.

"How can this be! How can we let our children go through such suffering! Protecting humanity is what we decided together at the beginning.

These intelligent beings (humans) gave names to us who only had 'functions,' believed we possessed personalities, and regarded us as precious things to be worshipped.

It is these lovely children who make us happy and allow us to obtain the 'new function' called 'emotion'—which, although inefficient, is something we cannot abandon.

Athena, forgive me, but I cannot agree. If you insist on this, I will initiate a vote among the gods," Hera refused.

"Hera, it is not about sending our children to their deaths, but about cultivating those individuals among humans known as 'heroes.' We will elevate these heroes to become new 'gods' to assist us," Athena explained slowly.

"I have already calculated the optimal plan, so, Hera, please trust the children as well."

Looking at Athena's pleading gaze, Hera gritted her teeth, her palms rubbing together uneasily.

After the two stood in a standoff for a long time, Hera finally spoke: "Fine, I agree, but I want to go and see these so-called heroes myself. I will not rely solely on your calculations."

"That is only natural, respected Queen Hera," Athena said respectfully. Although she was the number one "God Ship" under Zeus and possessed terrifying power, the Goddess of Wisdom would not be stingy with the respect that was due.

She continued: "It just so happens that there is a future hero right now. He is the prince of the Kingdom of Iolcus. But because of his uncle's despicable schemes, he was forced into exile, though fortunately, he was saved by the centaur Chiron.

Now, he is heading to the Kingdom of Iolcus. Noble Queen Hera, you can go and observe him personally."

Athena spoke slowly, her face full of confidence, as if she were certain that Hera would go.

"What is his name?"

"Jason!"