ARCADIAN

If you're reading this, then chances are you're drawn to tales of Greek mythological characters and monsters . Update schedule: 2-3 chaps per day
Ding
{System notification} God of War, Ares, hath been vanquished
{+one million exp points}

"What the heck! I just defeated a god and I got only a million exp? Cronus, you stingy ancient relic! I’ll get you for this!" Rex yelled.
"Verily, thou hast bested but the god of mere skirmishes, Ares. Prithee, speak not of billions in reward 'til thou doth lay low Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades. Until then, relish thy modest crumbs, mortal!"
"Talk normally!" Rex screamed
You’ve merely vanquished the god of brawls, Ares. When you manage to take down Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, then we can talk about real rewards. Until then, enjoy your pocket change!"

"Okay, now I even hate it when you speak normally!" Rex facepalmed
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Pandora's box has been opened! Woe unto humans!! The entertainment of the gods has just begun!!!
 Years after the titans were defeated at the hands of the Olympians, humanity started to awaken abilities that made them accomplish feats that would have been only possible in Superhero movies. Yet "evil must accompany good," as monsters also began to emerge on Earth. 
Amidst all of this, an orphan boy named Rex fails to awaken anything, as if this isn’t enough, a pitiful end soon follows him, but it seemed as if fate hadn’t forsaken him yet, as the very depths began call for him,
 ***Young one, You have inherited my will***
But great power comes at a great cost

Cronus' system: Against the gods

"I'm not usually one to get my hands dirty like this," Rex murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face as his fists began to glow with pulsating Aether energy, the light casting sharp shadows across his determined features. His voice carried a cool confidence, but his blazing eyes hinted at the fire burning within. "But hey... there's a first time for everything."

Wallen's brow furrowed, a flicker of unease in his otherwise calm demeanor. "Not the type to do what?" he demanded.

Rex raised one glowing fist, waving the other nonchalantly. "Why don't you step up and find out for yourself?" His smirk deepened, taunting and unyielding.

With a grunt, Wallen called forth a blade of pure iron, its gleaming edge catching the faint light. The weapon was unnervingly sharp, shaped like a broadsword but without a hilt—just a deadly expanse of cold steel. Wallen gripped it barehanded, causing Rex's eyebrow to lift in intrigue.

Why does everyone want me dead?