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

The heavens trembled as Zeus sat upon his throne atop Mount Olympus, his golden eyes surveying the vast expanse of the cosmos. Beyond the marble pillars of his celestial palace, the sky stretched endlessly, thick with swirling storm clouds, each a manifestation of his moods.

Lightning crackled in his palm—a restless energy, a power that had defined him since the moment he struck down Cronus and claimed the throne of the gods. But today, his grip was tight, his knuckles white as a storm brewed within his mind.

Olympus had been eerily silent of late. The whispers of the Fates, usually a persistent hum in the background of existence, had stilled. His divine senses, attuned to every shift in the grand design of the world, prickled with unease. It was a sensation he had not felt in eons—not since the war against the Titans.

Filler chapter- The gods and Lucius