Chapter 563 Son of God
You feel a little dumbfounded, but you continue to study.
In the seventh year, the progress of your microcosm is relatively rapid, because in the state of microcosm, you are already able to swing a fist that is close to the speed of light as described by Chiron.
But you feel that your understanding and application of the microcosm is not very thorough, because your body is very adaptable to this power, and you can even say that this power is your natural instinct.
So you don't blindly rush for that seemingly easy breakthrough, but slowly continue to practice and consolidate your foundation.
Chiron did not stop you because he felt that this was the path you chose. Although it would be easier to look down from a high place, you would be able to gain good results every time and train your basic patience. He felt that this was a very good thing.
In the eighth year, because of training, you are now 1.8 meters tall, and your muscles are very toned, full of strength and muscular beauty.
Although your face cannot be said to be pretty, it has nothing to do with fortitude.
Even if your muscles weren't too strong, it wouldn't look weird to wear women's clothes and pretend to be a woman.
At this point, you are already able to fight sea beasts in the sea, and battle with your full-strength teacher for a day and a night.
In the ninth year, you felt the gap between life and death more and more obviously. It seemed that because you had died once, you naturally crossed the line between life and death during a meditation.
Chiron looked at you and sighed, saying that he had nothing more to teach you.
"Now that you can travel freely between the underworld and the human world, I have nothing left to teach you."
He feels sorry for it, because when he was teaching you, he felt his life was very interesting.
Because not only do you make a lot of interesting things, you're also very focused and talented.
He couldn't help but sigh, you are worthy of being the child of Zeus.
"No, teacher, I still have a lot to learn."
In the tenth year, when Chiron and you fought, it was a draw, but you began to learn his archery skills.
In the eleventh year, your pure strength has become irresistible to Chiron, and you have surpassed Chiron in herbology. Chiron said that there is really nothing he can teach you. In fact, in many areas, such as cooking and various musical instruments, he has to learn from you.
In the twelfth year, Chiron completed his apprenticeship. Looking at Chiron who could play drums, bass, piano and other instruments beautifully, you couldn't help but shed tears of emotion as a teacher.
But after discovering this, both you and Chiron felt that something seemed to be wrong.
"Who among you is the master?"
A fisherman who was passing by and was sitting on the street eating melons asked this question while holding a three-pronged harpoon.
"Well, we learn from each other. After all, it is the master who is pleased when his apprentice surpasses him. Isn't that what learning and education are all about? When a teacher teaches his apprentice, he can gain new knowledge. When the apprentice surpasses his teacher, he can improve together with his teacher. This is an enviable master-disciple relationship. I am very happy that I can teach Absothoth and be his teacher for a period of time."
Chiron was very happy because he defeated you again.
In the thirteenth year, you began to develop your power further. With the help of divine power, you gained many strange abilities, such as teleportation, manipulation of fire, ice, and lightning.
But these powers require powerful divine strength - or the power of the microcosm, so you have never cared much about it.
But now that Chiron can't teach you more, you start to study these things.
You have chosen thunder and lightning as your main attack direction.
You developed a passive skill that uses lightning to temper your body, and your progress increased again, causing Chiron to wonder if you are actually a demigod.
In the fourteenth year, Chiron received a revelation that he was going to teach a man named Hercules. He said goodbye to you and left. After thinking it over again and again, you decided to design a powerful armor for Chiron to prevent him from being shot to death by Hercules.
You returned to your hometown and killed an invulnerable wild boar on the way and presented it to the king of your country.
Also offered is a vein of iron ore and gold that you found in this country.
Your king, a king named Oeneus, was very happy. He looked at you and couldn't help praising you.
"If only you were my child."
When he said this, he suddenly became thoughtful, and then expressed it naturally.
"If I had a daughter, I would definitely marry her to you!"
You smiled and said that you only wanted some land and some slaves, but you might free these slaves if the yield of your fields could increase as expected.
The king, in a good mood, agreed to this matter, and you obtained a large amount of land and slaves.
You celebrated your reunion with the priestess who adopted you for a few days, and were surprised to find that she had become eternally young because of Zeus' blessing, so you started your business.
You begin to use your superhuman strength to cultivate the fields and teach the slaves how to farm, as well as make some of the handicrafts and snacks that you and Chiron had restored.
In the fifteenth year, your reputation spread, not only because you contributed the method of salt-making, but also because the farming techniques you taught directly doubled the output of your farmland.
Even the grapes you grow for fun are bigger and sweeter than others.
Everyone says that you are blessed by Demeter and can grow better crops than others.
You didn't object to this statement because gods really exist, but you simply carved the method of farming on a piece of marble for everyone to see.
You pardoned the slaves, and the king was a little unhappy, but he still accepted it because of your contribution.
A large number of people wanted to become your retainers and servants, but you refused and only asked them to worship the gods, but you did not refuse them from learning crafts by your side.
On the sixteenth day, just when you had restored the method of making cane sugar and made rock sugar and white sugar as white as snow, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and your father Zeus appeared in front of you.
You bowed to him respectfully like a mortal and gave him your best gifts.
He tasted the wine you made, the food you prepared, your sugar and salt, and a range of condiments.
He is very happy.
"If you treat us well, I will make you a god, my son."
The gods are the underworld, but you are shocked to find that someone wants to attack your de facto adoptive mother, the priestess.
Your adoptive mother was not very willing, but she chose to make the sacrifice so that you could become a god.
But you are actually quite surprised that the one who attacked her was not Zeus, but Ares who was drunk.
Zeus was surprisingly polite and respectful to her.
So, when the banquet was about to end, you waved your fist at Ares.
