Son of the Hero King

Chapter 793:

The next day, Sol found himself gliding through the sky of Lustburg once more. The sun was rising slowly on the celestial dome, and in the distance, he could feel Nefertiti preaching her sermon once again, pilfering more and more faith away from the blissfully ignorant masses.

The power of faith reaching him was growing ever stronger.

Since returning from his honeymoon with Medea, many pieces of good news have reached him one after the other. But he knew that not everything would be that easy. He had many important decisions to make.

Decisions that would affect the entire world and dictate the trajectory it would move upon.

The fight against Euphoria resulted in many deaths, and though they ultimately managed to beat her, she was nothing but a goddess governing over the laws of emotion, not a fundamental law like Death or Life. Although speaking of a goddess as something mere sounded utterly wrong, it was ultimately true in the grand scheme of the universe.

The truth of the matter was that emotions goddesses were ultimately weaker than the others by their lonesome. From what he knew, the only true exception to this rule was Gula, the Goddess of Gluttony, but even then, there were certain hard limits to her exceptional power.

It was exactly because she was nothing but an emotion goddess that Sol was worried about the future.

If an emotion goddess were this powerful… How strong would the other gods and goddesses of the fundamental laws be? Could he really match them all?

Yes. He could. This was neither hubris nor ignorance. Sol had the potential to surpass all gods and become even a Creator God or something beyond.

His only limit was time. Nothing else.

So there was never a doubt that he would surpass them all eventually. The only problem was that… potential was just that. It was not actual tangible power.

Would the gods give him the time to grow?

Funnily, most likely yes.

For the simple reason that they did not know how much potential he had. Not even Hypnos, the god he had bested time and time again.

They were unlikely to underestimate him, but they would not judge him for his true value either. Then, because of how time worked for beings at their level, they might even waste ten years doing absolutely nothing to him and slowly recuperating.

Ten years for a god was not even enough for a simple nap. But ten years for Sol was more than enough to conquer everything.

This was why he did not film or broadcast the video of his fight against the goddess.

This was also why he did not use all his powers against Euphoria.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger was a popular quote for a reason. Sol did not like playing the pig, but acting slightly weaker was definitely something he did not mind a single bit if that gave him a significant advantage.

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After all, looking at the face filled with the surprises of his enemies was always delightful. It was definitely quite the sick pastime, but oh so amusing.

At this moment, the ones the gods would be looking at and be wary of were undoubtedly Lilith, Ambrosia, Anubis, and Echidna.

Those four were his smokescreen.

There were only two variables to this. Two gods who knew exactly, or at least doubted, how much potential he had and how far he could go.

One of them was Dawn. The eldest of all the gods, bar Adam and Eve. The Goddess of Day and now Night, after she had reincarnated in modern times. She had even gone on and stolen the concept of Love from Euphoria, so maybe he could also add that to her ever-growing list. She had been reincarnated into Aurora Highland and was once the Holy Daughter of Castitas. Technically, she still was a Holy Daughter.

Back when he needed to fool the goddesses to heal Lilith, she had been an incredible, albeit unwilling, ally. Even as a Duke, she had been able to hide secrets from all fourteen goddesses without even the slightest difficulty.

Even for him, finding her was becoming harder and harder with each passing second. He was only able to locate her if he focused all of his attention on the power he had placed inside her.

Once she regained her divine status, it was hard to say how powerful she would become.

As for the other god, he needed to keep an eye on?

“We will settle this soon,” Sol muttered under his breath, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. Then, after taking one step, He vanished entirely.

He would deal with that one soon enough. But for now, he needed to get up to date with what his crazy inventor was up to.

It was time to meet Theresa.

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Sol appeared outside Theresa's workshop without any fanfare. He had long since stopped caring about making grand entrances when visiting his friends. He had been meaning to check on her progress anyway, but the sudden spike in her mana signature had drawn his attention like a beacon.

Walking through the familiar corridors of her underground laboratory, he found her exactly where he expected— hunched over her workstation, surrounded by blueprints and holographic displays that would make even Echidna jealous on the best of days.

"... if we adjust the orbital trajectory by three degrees... no, that won't account for atmospheric refraction... maybe a dual-layer scrying array would..."

Theresa, Sol’s godmother, was many things. She was a dwarf, once a hero adventurer, the richest woman in the world, a genius inventor, the creator of the M.E.C.H.A, an armor that revolutionized warfare, certainly not a philanthropist, and quite possibly the most dangerous craftsperson alive.

She was also a King now, having achieved ascension through her unshakable belief that mortal wisdom could surpass even the gods. Small in stature but limitless in ambition, she had already changed the world once. Watching her mumble as if she had gone insane, Sol had a feeling she was about to do it again.

"Aunt Theresa," Sol called out with a smile. "Please tell me you've slept."

"Sleep is for people who don't have history to make," Theresa replied without looking up. Then she paused, blinked, and finally turned to face him. "Oh! Sol! You're here!"

Before he could respond, she had already hopped down from her stool and rushed over with tottering steps, practically bouncing with excitement.

"I've been working on the calculations all night. Do you know how complex orbital mechanics are? Of course you don't, why would you? But it's fascinating! We need to account for planetary rotation, atmospheric drag, mana interference patterns, and—"

"Theresa." Sol placed a hand on her shoulder, gently guiding her back toward her workstation. "Breathe. I came here to discuss the next steps, not to watch you collapse from exhaustion."

She waved dismissively. "I'm a King now, remember? I can go weeks without sleep if I need to."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should."

"You sound like Hermes." But despite her words, she allowed him to lead her to a chair. Once seated, she immediately pulled up a holographic display showing what looked like a planetary model with dozens of small objects orbiting it.

“The information I have obtained thanks to the witches has been fascinating. I knew that our planet was round, but I had no way to fully verify it. Nor have the data needed to infer what I wished for.”

“Weren’t you going to make a plan for our new ship armada? Flying ship, remember?”

“Flying ships can wait! What I am about to do might be unprecedented.”

“Explain.” Sol was getting curious now.

“It was after the fiasco with the goddess. I have been thinking. What if we had a way to observe and control everything? A way to help the citizen or strike at our enemy with extreme accuracy. I plan to call this project Sky’s Eyes. It also suits your holy name and could reinforce you.”

She now had Sol’s full attention. He was starting to get an idea of what she wanted to do.

“Let me summarize, in short, you want to send some stuff outside the planet so that we can have an absolute monopoly on those domains in the future.”

“Yes.”

Sol’s lips twitched. Meeting Theresa was many things.

Boring was definitely not one of them.

Just imagining blasting people with a precise satellite made him salivate, and Theresa was right.

His name was the All-seeing, Radiant Lord.

What could be more suitable for him than striking people with a light ray from the sky?