100 years in a monologe.

When Chaos told me she would send me to the Percy Jackson universe, I really should have asked what year I'd go to—or where. Try guessing when and where she sent me. Go on, take a few minutes. I'll wait.

…

Did you take a guess? Good. Now try again—because you're wrong. I'll give you three tries.

Nope, that's not it.

Keep trying.

Not even close.

One last try.

Still not right.

She sent me to 1900. Can you believe that? Nineteen hundred!

To be exact, it was January 1, 1900. In an American city called New York 

Saying I was mad would be an understatement. I was pissed. I spent a whole week in the foulest mood. I mean, it was so bad, that I was afraid that if anyone looked at me the wrong way, I might actually kill them.

It's been 102 years since I was sent here. Today is January 1, 2002. I've done a lot in these 102 years, but let's start at the beginning. For the first few months, I really didn't have a home. I moved around a lot, sleeping wherever I could. It sucked. Eventually, I found a job cooking at a bakery.

Since I'd learned how to cook in high school—and knew recipes that hadn't even been invented yet—I convinced the owner they were from a different country, and he paid me well for the work.

I stayed there for six years. Eventually, my boss found himself a girl, and I was happy for him—until I met her. After that, I did my best to avoid her whenever I could.

Why, you ask? Let me explain. A Campione is a god-killer, a being with a body optimized to fight and kill gods. Their body's instincts and senses are heightened to detect divine power, which causes an intense rush of adrenaline, hundreds of times more than normal humans.

Although I wasn't sure exactly which goddess she was, my instincts knew something was off. I did everything I could to stay out of her way and suppress my own magic power as much as possible so she wouldn't sense what I was.

A year later, she disappeared—leaving behind a baby girl for my boss to take care of. The boss was devastated and grew even more troubled when he began seeing monsters attracted to the girl, creatures he'd never noticed before. I tried to help him by secretly dealing with the monsters, but he never confided in me, worried I'd call him crazy. And I didn't tell him I could see the same things.

After three years, he finally gave up. He left a suicide note explaining everything he was going through, left everything to me, and disappeared into the river while I was out of town, delivering a letter to his grandfather.

When I got back, I discovered the note and found that he'd left me his money, his house, his bakery, and, lastly, his three-year-old daughter. At the end of the day, I inherited everything—even his responsibilities.

I was depressed for a week, questioning what I could have done differently. The one who pulled me out of that dark place was the child he left behind. Even though I felt drained and empty, I still needed to take care of my new daughter. It wasn't easy at first, but having siblings in my past life had taught me a thing or two about caring for kids, enough to keep the bakery running while managing her needs.

I didn't have the luxury of staying down for long. Between the bakery, the child, and my responsibilities, I stayed too busy to dwell on losing not only my boss but the first friend I'd made here.

By the way, the child's name was Shinlay Bathon, taking her father's last name. I decided to adopt the name Bathon as well, so I became David Bathon. It felt right to keep his memory alive this way and build a life around the family he left behind.

From 1906 to 1912, life was relatively quiet but fulfilling. I focused on raising Shinlay and training her to survive in a world where monsters and gods could appear out of nowhere. Thanks to the knowledge Chaos granted me through Medea and Yu Mei-ren, I outfitted the house with protective wards, magic tools, and weapons. I wanted Shinlay to have every advantage she could, so I taught her not only magic but also math and science — subjects that would give her a head start, especially in an era where women had even less access to such knowledge.

Meanwhile, the bakery evolved into a bustling café, thanks to "future" recipes that kept customers intrigued and returning. It was so popular, in fact, that another goddess dropped by, intrigued by the food. I was both honored and alarmed. It crossed my mind to pack up and move with Shinlay, but I realized constantly uprooting her would do more harm than good, so I decided to stay.

One memorable highlight from that time was hearing the first radio broadcast with music and voice. Primitive compared to the technology I knew was coming, but experiencing that historic moment firsthand was a rare joy.

From 1912 to 1917, things started to get more interesting. In 1912, Theodore Roosevelt became president, which was pretty cool because I got to see events I learned about in history class actually happen. Around that same time, I hired two girls to work at the café. They were twins and said they wanted the job because they liked the food, but I knew they were nymphs as soon as I saw them. Still, I didn't have any solid reason to turn them down, so I let them work there. Since they weren't gods, I didn't have to worry about hiding myself as much, and my body wasn't on edge, ready to attack them every time I saw them.

At first, I tried to figure out what their real reason was for working at the café, but over time, I didn't care anymore. They did their jobs well, and they were great at keeping an eye on Shinlay. That actually freed me up enough to do something I'd been thinking about for a while: getting an Undergraduate Degree to become a historian. Even though I'd been mad at Chaos for sending me to the 1900s, I couldn't deny that seeing these real historical events was exciting.

It took me two years to get the degree, and during that time, World War I broke out in 1914. That part was tough to watch, but since the U.S. hadn't joined yet, it didn't hit home as much. Then in 1917, just after I'd finished my degree, the United States joined the war, and things got a lot more intense. There was talk everywhere about it being the "war to end all wars," which would've been hopeful if I didn't already know World War II was just a few decades away. I felt bad for everyone getting swept up in it, but I kept that knowledge to myself.

Alright, so Shinlay's this white girl with striking red hair, black eyes, and these unique crescent moon birthmarks on her arms. She turned 10 right when the U.S. entered World War I. She was already a bit on the short side for her age but had a lot of strength for a kid, which I was proud of. Her birthday is on January 20th, and that was the day I added physical training to her magic studies. I started teaching her how to use a sword, some basic kung fu, as well as archery and throwing weapons.

She really took to magic training, progressing fast in that area. Physically, she was about average, but compared to other kids her age, she was leagues ahead. That's why I kept adding more weapons to her arsenal, so if she ever ran out of magic, she'd still have options to defend herself. The skills for fighting came from the powers I got through the servant abilities, and it felt good being able to pass that down to her.

From 1917 to 1930, life got complicated, to say the least. The Red Scare started in 1917, and everyone was in a panic about supposed communist infiltrators. People were suspecting their own neighbors, and at one point, someone even tried accusing me. I didn't bother arguing—just used magic to wipe his memory entirely, erasing me from his mind. Problem solved.

Then came the 18th Amendment, which banned alcohol nationwide. This led to chaos: liquor stores got raided everywhere, and prohibition changed the social atmosphere in a big way. But not everything was a loss—the 19th Amendment passed, granting women the right to vote, which was a massive positive. Around that same time, the Harlem Renaissance kicked off, and new music filled the air. I heard pieces I recognized and plenty of fresh sounds, all celebrating this vibrant, cultural movement.

Business boomed for me, too, as the stock market climbed. I managed to benefit early on, putting in some smart investments. Then, about a month before the infamous crash in October 1929, I sold off all my stocks and emptied my accounts. So, when the Great Depression hit, I wasn't left scrambling like so many others, although prices shot up everywhere, and it affected everything.

For Shinlay, life moved at its own pace. She kept going to school, learning quickly, but I was always curious about her real lineage. It finally hit me that she had to be Hecate's child. The signs were all there—she was extremely talented with magic, picking up techniques I'd brought from an entirely different universe. Here, people need to convert stamina or life force to magic without circuits, and yet she managed to adapt to this process almost instinctively.

Then, on her 10th birthday, a book showed up at my doorstep—a magic book. It was Magic for Children of Hecate, Vol. 1. It had spells in both Latin and Greek, instructions on crafting magic items, and guides for potions. The craziest part was how it got there. My senses are sharp enough to catch almost anything: my hearing's better than a bat's, my nose better than a bloodhound's, and my vision sharper than any bird's. I've got 24 magic-warded fields surrounding the place, but that book appeared without a hint of anyone dropping it off. I looked into every possibility, and when I came up with nothing, I figured it was just "god-magic nonsense."

The book had a ton of useful information, so I copied everything for my own reference, and then gave Shinlay the original. When she turned 15, Volume 2 appeared in the same strange way, and Volume 3 arrived on her 20th birthday. It was like clockwork, these gifts just appearing for her as she grew older.

From 1930 to 1950, things took a steep downturn. The Great Depression struck, casting a shadow over everyone. But as grim as the 1930s were, the 1940s somehow managed to make things worse—World War II erupted, and the world was plunged into chaos yet again. The U.S. joined after the Pearl Harbor attack, and despite everything in me wanting to stay out of it, I knew I couldn't sit on the sidelines. This time, though, I didn't sign up to fight; I enlisted as a medic, thinking I could help without having to bear a weapon.

The cafe was in good hands—I left it with Shinlay, who by then was in her 40s, married, and had a family of her own. As I'd later learn, war was just as relentless for a medic. The sheer amount of suffering was beyond anything I'd expected, and the kinds of wounds I saw were scarring. Even now, after more than sixty years, those memories are as sharp as they were back then.

I did everything I could to heal those I treated, using magic in subtle ways, careful not to expose myself but still giving everyone a fighting chance to make it back home. It wasn't long before I noticed something strange: some of my fellow medics and soldiers had powers beyond ordinary human abilities. There was no doubt they were demigods, though none of them realized I could see through the Mist. They used their abilities openly, assuming that I, like everyone else, would overlook what the Mist wanted me to see.

But there were demigods on both sides. The devastation was brutal, and every battle took a toll. More than half of the group I worked with didn't make it back, and of those who did, many had injuries they'd carry for life. War doesn't spare anyone, no matter their lineage.

After the war, I returned to the cafe, hoping that the peace I'd find there would make me whole again. Things had changed while I was gone. Shinlay was well-established in Kentucky with her family by then, so the cafe was mine once more. The nymph twins, who I'd long ago stopped questioning, were still there, as steady as ever. They revealed more of their story on Shinlay's 25th birthday, and I finally understood their purpose. They had been sent by Hecate herself to watch over her daughter, tasked with ensuring she was safe since her father could no longer do so. The revelation made me see their actions in a new light. They gave Shinlay the final volume of Hecate's magic books and continued working without a hint of change as if they hadn't just dropped a bombshell.

Years rolled by quietly, the world's fast pace seeming to settle around our cafe. The goddess who'd first visited so many decades ago still made her regular stops, every two days, without fail. Her visits became part of the cafe's rhythm, like a beat in the background that never faltered. It took her fifty years to notice I hadn't aged a day since she'd first visited, though she never mentioned it. And neither did I. The cafe continued on, an anchor in my life—one that had already spanned more than a century.

Sometimes, especially when things quieted down, I'd get lost in my thoughts, slipping into a monologue about my life without even realizing it. It had become a strange habit, one I'd chalked up to the trauma of being ripped from my own world and thrust into this one—a coping mechanism, maybe. I'd find myself recounting memories, even painful ones as if talking to someone else would make them feel less heavy.

Like now. Here I am, caught up in my own story again, letting the past 100 years spill out like water from a broken faucet. But, for better or worse, that's what happened. Those years, filled with war, survival, and quiet resilience, had shaped me into whoever I'd become.

Campione explains: from the Campione wiki.

When Godslayer usurped God's Authority for the first time, his physical body will be enhanced, altered, and augmented to accept newly acquired divine power. It is implied by Erica Blandelli that Godslayer can be considered a different species from humans altogether. It's hard to produce offspring from the union between Godslayer and normal humans, Godou and his lovers constantly made love to each other for half a year, however, Erica is the only one who's been impregnated.

Enhanced lifespans. (The Oldest Campione are 400~500 years old.)

When their natural enemies (the Gods) appear, their bodies react instinctively, filling themselves with power to prepare for battle.

Their body will age proportionately to the amount of Magical Energy inside their bodies. The more they have the longer they can stay young. Lord Salvatore Doni is described as a youth despite being in his 40s in his latest appearance.

Godslayers will age normally until they reach their prime. However, if they have magical mastery enough to reach a state of mental purity, they will stay young forever.

Nearly unbreakable bones, much harder than steel.

Reinforced muscular system.

Their bodies will be completely healed from prior injuries and optimized to perfect condition.

Enhanced vitality and recovery speed.

Immense stamina.

They have beast-like instincts.

Enhanced metabolism and immune system, a toxic substance such as alcohol or poison will be purged away instantly if they concentrate.

Their bodies release adrenaline hundreds of times compared to normal humans.

Their body will automatically optimize itself to suit whatever task they are performing.

Advanced night vision, comparable to a nocturnal predator.

Their offspring will not inherit any godslayer characteristic from their parents. 

Powers and abilities: 

The specific abilities of each Campione are dependent upon the particular Authorities of the Heretic Gods that they have slain, adapted to fit the Campione's personal qualities. However, all Campione appear to have certain powers in common.

Enhanced Spiritual Senses: Can sense magic within objects.

Magic Resistance: If they concentrate, any surrounding spells will also be dispelled.

Only the Authority level of potency is capable of bypassing their resistance. Although, its effectiveness will be reduced to a certain percentage. If the Magic enters via respiratory or digestive systems, their resistance will be much lower. Godslayers can increase their resistance by heightening their Magical Energy. 

Authorities power taken from a slain God.

Ability to learn all languages in a short period of time, including non-human language.

Reserves of Magical Energy (aka ki/chi/qi) hundreds of times that of a trained mage.

Their body can produce Magical Energy to fill their reserve extremely quickly.

Campione's souls are massively stronger than normal people, their ectoplasm body has a very strong presence. If they're proficient enough they can peer into another person's heart or even forcefully take possession of someone with a strong aptitude for spiritual medium. However, in this state, they can't properly access their Authority. If they are desperate enough, activating an Authority is possible.

Godslayers also possess an ability to resist spiritual possession of any kind. Normal specters can't exist within their body without suffering great pain. On the contrary, If the possessor is a divine spirit, they can freely control an unconscious Godslayer's body. However, if the Godslayer regains consciousness, he or she can wrestle control back.

Their status as Godslayers is permanent, even if their soul, body, and memory are reverted back to the period before their ascension. Given time and enough Magical Energy, they can break free from the seal and take back their power and position as Godslayer.

It is suggested that Campione, and even those who have the potential to become Campione, have the ability to create good luck or command random chance, through force of will. In games of pure chance, it is almost impossible to beat them without cheating. This ability may even be what allows them to kill Gods and become Campione.

Many experienced Campione develop a skill called Manifesting an Avatar. This allows the Campione to transform their body in some fashion so as to remove a flaw or make better use of one of their Authorities.