Chapter 62. Waiting for Your Return

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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 62. Waiting for Your Return

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Those were truly painful days.

He had been abandoned at birth and had experienced many life-and-death situations, but with his immortal body, he managed to survive and learned many things.

The long days that followed seemed to be a form of compensation for his past, becoming stable and peaceful.

Although his kin were very brutal, they were quite peaceful towards their own kind. Occasionally, he would receive some good wine from his kin, though it was always stolen by his students. Despite this, he lived happily, especially with various students accompanying him.

Though they had different personalities, they all possessed the qualities of heroes. He liked these children very much and felt genuinely happy when he heard about their fame. Conversely, he felt sincere sorrow when he heard of their passing.

But there was nothing he could do about it. The path of a hero is destined to be a one-way street. As their teacher, he loved them, and to prevent their deaths, he taught them everything he could. However, this also led them to walk further down the path of heroes.

With his immortal body, he was destined to face such situations. Countless students he cherished one by one died. All he could do was pray that they would have a beautiful ending.

Until that day came when a pale child appeared before him, sent personally by the sea god Poseidon's warhorse.

Another child who wanted to become a hero?

He initially thought so, but this pale child did not yearn for the path of a hero. He wanted a normal life.

For the first time, he felt at a loss as someone who had always taught heroes.

How to teach… a normal person?

After all, if they came to seek his advice, how could they be ordinary?

The pale child wanted to learn self-defense, so he taught him the combat skills he was best at.

The pale child wanted survival skills in the wild, so he taught him his hunting techniques and how to distinguish herbs.

Though the time was only a few short years, he unknowingly taught him everything he knew except for entertainment.

It should be… no longer ordinary.

He regretted it. That child might be the only one he taught wrongly in his life.

That child set out on the hero's path.

He was constantly worried that the child who did not want to be a hero might die because of his misguided teachings, but he worried too much. Even if he only learned one skill from him, it was enough to make a name for himself, let alone that child.

That child became an extraordinary hero, boarded Jason's ship to obtain the Golden Fleece, defeated the dragon, appeased Apollo's anger, won the race against Atalanta, returned from the Underworld alive, resolved the dispute among the three goddesses, and most crucially, received the blessings of the gods.

He must be the envy of everyone in this era. But is such a life, envied by others, really the ordinary life that the child desired?

When he heard that the child was going to Tartarus to confront the former King of the Gods, his father Kronus, for the first time, he was confused.

That child would die. Even with immortality and the blessings of the gods, he would die. The child who yearned for an ordinary life was led by him onto the path of a hero and would end in tragedy.

In his confusion, he went to talk with his kin and was accidentally injured by another student. The soul-piercing pain made him realize that the thing on the arrow was formidable. If it were a regular being, it would have already died, but with immortality, he could only endure a fate worse than death.

At that time, Prometheus, who should have been chained on the mountain, came to him and revealed everything.

Zeus favored the child, but the King of the Gods did not trust human nature. Time would change everything. The King of the Gods worried that at some unknown time in the future, the child might overthrow his rule, so he imposed a deadly trial.

He couldn't let the child die; he couldn't let Cyd die like this!

So he made up his mind…

Since immortality had become the root of his suffering, he would use this immortality to save his student. But he knew that Cyd would not accept it, so he could only give it to him secretly, bypassing Hermes' blessings while the child was unaware of the poison in his body.

He succeeded. With two forms of immortality, Cyd would certainly not die and would one day return. But before that, he couldn't let Zeus find out about the transfer of immortality. He had to endure, enduring the Hydra's venom under Prometheus' bestowed immortality.

[Watching under Agony] Even if he was poisoned by the Hydra again and lost his immortality, he could still endure. Though he couldn't change the outcome of death, this time he would definitely witness Cyd's return!

Chiron exhaled, raised his bow, and nocked nine arrows made of magical energy. This was his limit now, but it was enough!

"This is your limit," Semiramis snapped her fingers, and hundreds of chains extended from around her throne to form a shield in front of her.

"So, how will you choose? This is your last shot. These nine arrows can undoubtedly pierce this shield and kill me, but the Hydra will kill you and your Master. Will you defeat the Hydra? But your Master is already nearly surrounded by the poisonous mist; you will still die. Or will you use these nine arrows to pierce the door? That will only kill you. What will you choose, Centaur Sage?"

"Damn it! Don't worry about us. Archer, kill that damned woman. Once she's dead, the Hydra will disappear too!" Astolfo stood in front of the poisonous mist, waving his spear to try to disperse the mist, but it only slightly delayed its spread.

But the mist would not disappear.

Chiron narrowed his eyes.

"Boom----"

Nine arrows shot out like nine streaks of light, accompanied by a deafening roar. The Hydra's nine heads exploded simultaneously.

"Congratulations, you achieved what even Heracles couldn't—defeating the Hydra alone. But unfortunately, you made the worst choice," Semiramis laughed loudly. "A mere Hydra, as long as I'm alive, I can summon it endlessly."

"I won't miss," Chiron said, his arms drooping weakly. The bow he had never released fell heavily to the ground.

"Huh?" Semiramis frowned.

In the distant starry sky, the stars of Sagittarius lit up one by one. A streak of light shot from the arrow tip. With no terrifying aura, the light silently sliced through the night.