Ball of Nothing - Chapter 607: Voice of the Sea

Revisit the peak of the Olympian lore.... An eighty year old scholar who has been a fan of Greek mythology since childhood finds himself reborn as the titular ruler of the underworld, the death god Hades after a tragic death. But the gods of Olympus are very much different from what the stories say. He will have to navigate through his new life as a god and prevent a coming calamity... All while not getting caught... How does it feel to be a god in Olympus? A tale into the heart of myths.

Countless Heroic Spirits descended upon modern Earth, marking the beginning of the Heroic Spirit Era.Yet no one knew that Souma Kurobane, Alaya’s most beloved Nameless Heroic Spirit, had once traversed countless eras and Singularities.When Jeanne d’Arc was burned at the stake, he fought desperately to save her.When King Arthur and Mordred clashed in a tragic father-daughter feud, he was there to break up the fight.When Qin Shi Huang sought the elixir of immortality, it was he who pointed the way.…In a snowbound vow, he fought for his sister, ending the Holy Grail War in a single night after seven consecutive victories.On the Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the King of Heroes to battle Tiamat, the Beast of Humanity.At the Temple of Time, he passed down the final magecraft to Romani Archaman in humanity’s darkest hour.…When it was all over, Souma Kurobane sacrificed everything to reset the world, fulfilling his destiny as humanity’s savior, and quietly returned to a peaceful, mundane life.But then — Alaya released the [Nameless Heroic Spirit Chronicles] and exposed him!Revealing to the entire world the deeds of this nameless protector of mankind!Staring at the video stream, Souma Kurobane could almost hear a devilish voice whispering:“Master… you still can’t rest yet~”***For every 100 Power Stones, I'll be releasing two bonus chapters at the end of the week.For advance chapters join my Patreon.Link: patreon.com/aarvanThis is not an original series, it is a translated work. You can find the original work by the name: 某综漫的神圣右方

Teotihuacan, a sacred place of worship. In the vast world, feel the quaint and desolate ancient city, and the eagle cries and the leopard roars are chasing away.

Go back to Central America 700 years ago, when the Aztecs were very prosperous.

The priests stood at the top of the pyramid of the sun. One hundred thousand warriors covered the entire wilderness. fluttering. The high priest held his hands high, and the obsidian dagger gleamed in the sun, drawing a cruel and gorgeous arc, bringing the cycle of life back to the earth. Tens of thousands of cheers sounded, with the reverence of the ignorant era.

This was a gift dedicated to the sun god, in return for the sacrifice of the gods in creating the world.

Solemn sacrifices from sunrise to sunset, all-night revelry ignited the whole night, and so on for a hundred years, until white-skinned terrors came from the east coast, bringing blood, thunder, monsters, and disease.

Doomsday, as legend has it, or the end of the Fifth Era?

How can a traveler, in this fierce era, inherit the legacy of two thousand years of ancient Mesoamerican civilization, resist the invasion of Western colonizers with an immortal soul, and lead the ancient Aztec civilization to a new path ~~

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Kellen Woods grew up never knowing a normal world. By the time he could walk, his mother and father had already sealed several serious gates that threatened the safety of his hometown. By the time his sister was born, they were famous worldwide.So the world held their breath for when Kellen and his sister came of age, waiting to see what kind of power they would awaken.His sister was just like his mom, same power, same class, while Kellen, woke up one day to find out what it meant to be special in a family the world watched. But in the worst way.Awakening weaker then your powerful parents wasn’t unheard of, but when your younger sister awakened at the same class as your parent, anyone would feel inferior. And Kellen, never one to ask for hand outs, left the comfort and safety of his hometown to become better than the weak brat everyone thought he was.Kellen went to the front lines, to where the gates normally broke out. From there, Kellen worked hard, and then worked some more until no one could doubt that he was good at his job. He got so good that even with his lower class, people would still hire him to help. But Kellen never took it to heart. He had learned a valuable lesson on the front lines. Classification only meant shit if you walked back out of the gate. Otherwise, shut your mouth and listen to those with more experience. They determined who made it out alive or not.But Kellen was tired now. He had gotten everything out of his system, and the fast paced life on the front lines didn’t suit him anymore. Now, he wanted to go home, buy a house, maybe find a nice man to settle down with, and live a normal life.All the while, the yellow eyes he’d met on the front lines haunted him, no matter how much he tried to forget about them.Especially since the Esper they were attached to refused to let him go.