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

Ares raised Phobos high, his war aura erupting in a blinding crimson blaze. The Underworld trembled in response, the very air thick with the scent of ancient battles.

Lucius, still recovering from the last devastating blow, narrowed his eyes. Something was coming. Something massive.

Ares slammed Phobos into the ground.

The moment the word left his lips, the battlefield howled.

A rift tore open behind him, a vortex of fire and blood, swirling with the echoes of long-forgotten wars. From its depths, figures began to emerge—shadows at first, then full-bodied warriors, clad in ancient, battle-worn armor. Spartans with dented helms, samurai gripping chipped katanas, berserkers drenched in the blood of their past conquests. Legionnaires, knights, gladiators, warlords—every warrior who had ever lived for battle, now called forth to fight once more.

Filler chapter- War