Hello readers! This is your Co-author of the Dark God Asura: Rebirth and Dark God Asura: Vengeance, Pervert Nightmare. Previously, Zubairia and I had worked together to create the Dark God Asura Series, which had previously been on hold after he had left for college, since I myself am not proficient in writing. However, after a bit of work I took up handling Dark God Asura: Vengeance, which has helped me gain a good grasp on my writing skills. I hope to be able to continue the 'Dark God Asura Series' until the end, and have also been trying my hand out with smut in the 'Sleepover with Forbidden Sins' Fanfiction.

Though the writing of Dark God Asura was mainly handled by Zubairia, the Ideas were mainly mine, though we worked together. As such, I've begun trying out my hand at creating a new idea, which is a bit similar to Dark God Asura, but more refined. I suppose in some ways it would be similar to the third book of the Dark God Asura Series, though the stories itself are not connected. Rather, I've carried over similar concepts and created a similar fusion style that I had already shown you previously, Combining the usual PJO and HoO rebirth Fanfiction style with Cultivation styles similar to Gaming fanfictions. I won't waste time explaining the story or the plot, instead letting you guys read the first chapter and make up your own mind of this crossover novel!

Or, I have another Idea, not a Cultivation or Rebirth Fanfiction, but rather a continuation of the HoO style. Let me know what you think about both the stories.

The Dark Asura

First Arc: Crushing the Earth!

Prologue.

Percy Jackson died a hero, sacrificing his life, body and his very soul in his last battle. Standing as an emperor of Chaos and Destruction, he represented all of humanity as he brought defeat to the God of the Demonic Abyss. His powers were astonishing, and he represented the peak of the divinity as he destroyed the Universe of Demons, establishing the Barrier of Destruction around the Chaos Heavens, his last will and breath to protect his friends and family before passing into the endless abyss that was death.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the Multiverse, there existed a small Universe, the Lightless Universe. This universe is part of the gigantic web of universes that are closely interconnected. However, this particular universe had been stranded from the rest of the multiverse. A powerful seal surrounded the Universe, Making it impossible for nearby Universes to even sense the Lightless Universe.

And within this universe, existed and ancient planet, inhabited by an ancient species. Humanity! A race with genius and creativity, but lacking in strength and power.

However, this race gave rise to a man who walked the path between Light and Darkness, Divine and Devilish, Yang and Yin. The Rebirth of Percy Jackson.

Over Ten Millennia have passed since the War of Calamity.

A shocking war that shook heaven and earth, when Humanity created it's legacy, building it's fearsome empire, rising to the heavens after a bloody war against the forces of Void. It was a time when humanity showcased their genius, when weapons of the highest caliber were forged in the furnaces built by the weakest race. Weaponry of war had raged, flames had raged and smoke had billowed up to the heavens! Humanity had thrown itself in rebellion to the thousands of years slavery and damnation that the Races of Void had put upon them.

That was the beginning, and thus began the war between Sunlight and Darkness, Humanity and Void.

The Void Light Continent was usually shrouded in twilight. This was especially true during the dark season when the upper continent's orbit blocked out the sunlight, resulting in only a few hours of daytime.

Tonight, the star, Gemini-α, had shifted to a low orbit. It was a night where the seldomly seen moon was visible.

An enormous, round moon filled nearly half the sky, seemingly ready to crash down at any moment. Even ordinary people without powers could clearly see the enormous basins and imposing mountain ranges on the moon's surface.

Yet the people who had not fallen asleep were anxious.

The moon was actually scarlet, and the moonlight, which cascaded down onto the ground like chiffon, spread across the uneven and rugged land like a living animal. Stretches of dark silhouettes were saturated a rich red, causing them to resemble numerous colossal scars and wounds. Above, the cold sheen of metal even occasionally flickered.

The howling of wolves and roaring of unknown beasts occasionally traveled over from afar, echoing back and forth filling the area with an air of savagery.

In the legends of the Void Light Continent, the Crimson Moon was considered an ill omen. Furthermore, it was a very rare occurrence, but whenever it appeared, suffering and chaos would soon follow. Whenever the moon became thoroughly saturated with the color of blood, the great monarchs of the Dark World would open the doors to calamity, unleashing violence and disaster onto the land below.

These legends were not without basis. Under the blood colored moonlight, all living creatures would indeed involuntarily become even more violent, bloodthirsty, and prone to fighting.

Under the scarlet curtain of the night, a small black dot suddenly appeared in the horizon. It slowly moved horizontally across the sky, growing in size with each passing moment as it flew ever so closer. Surprisingly, it was actually a floating airship which was thousands of meters long!

The airship looked extremely worn out. Its enormous aerostatic balloon was riddled with patches, its metal components were completely stained with rust, and many of its interconnecting joints stuck out, causing any observers to wonder whether or not it would suddenly snap.

As though confirming their worries, the airship suddenly jolted a few times; numerous components even crumbled and fell, of which included a large metal component reaching over ten meters in size.

It plunged toward the ground, causing an explosive rumble on impact.

The airship began to struggle with difficulty in midair as all of the copper tubings lined up along the outside of the ship began to vibrate. Large puffs of steam also soon started spraying out from within the ship's rear mechanical cabin. The sound of rusty parts creaking could be heard as the eight groups of propellers situated on top of the ship's hull began to madly spin. Only then did the ship's body somehow manage to stabilize.

Several tens of thick cables hung disheveled from the bottom of the airship, carrying a huge cargo bay which was just as rusted and stained as the ship itself. Through the loosely shut cabin door, one could see that the cargo bay was filled to the brim with garbage.

Like an enormous, drowsy beast, the old, corroded airship arduously moved though the last length of its course before finally arriving at its destination. On the ground several hundred meters below shockingly lay an extremely vast airship cemetery!

At that moment, tens of thousands of people flocked out from their respective hiding places; they had long since discarded their fear of the scarlet moon. Instead, they began waving their hands at the floating airship as they shouted words of celebration!

Even though they lived on this land which had been almost forgotten by the Empire and were the insects of the lowest rung in the entire world, they still struggled and tried to survive through each day.

This land was the burial ground of those once splendid colossi. Moreover, as the scrapped airships discarded by the upper layer continents generally carried large amounts of trash with them, as time passed, this burial ground had turned into a junkyard which contained all kinds of things. The survival of these people who resided within this airship burial ground was completely reliant on the garbage tossed down from the upper continents.

If no airships transported garbage for a long period of time, a large number of the people here would starve to death. To them, the upper continent's trash was their entire livelihood.

As for tomorrow… to them, tomorrow was too luxurious of a phrase. In this place, no one would bother thinking about tomorrow.

The airship which had finally reached its preset coordinates painfully moaned as, one by one, the propellers came to a stop. At this time, the ship's enormous body fiercely jolted and then began to bounce up and down midair, losing several dozen meters in elevation. Afterwards, the ship's outer shell near the left-frontal side split apart, releasing a small-sized airship.

The small airship looked to be much cleaner on the surface. It flew around the junkyard once and then turned around and ascended, slowly flying toward the distant horizon.

Meanwhile, now that the airship had lost its propulsion, it started to vibrate non-stop. All of a sudden, it tilted askew and slowly fell to the ground below!

Falling ever faster, it finally crashed into the ground and broke into pieces amidst the explosive rumble. A sea of garbage, waste material, and metal component scattered in all directions, calling down a rain of trash from the airship cemetery's skies.

The carnival had begun!

Shouting and shrieking, the dwellers charged toward the wreckage. Some even ran on all fours like wild beasts.

From time to time, enormous metal parts would rain down from above. Many who just happened to be where the parts landed were unable to dodge in time, ending up thoroughly crushed into lumps of meat by the several ton components. However, their companions beside them ignored the dangers and still charged forth as though their lives depended on it, scrambling to start searching for garbage just a moment sooner.

There were men, women, and even the elderly and children, but age and sex had no meaning in this place; each group differed according to body size and strength. That was the only standard by which territory was allocated in the cemetery.

Of those who were rushing to the airship's remains the strongest and most robust of men were at the forefront. Behind them, it was the weaker men and strong women, then the weaker women, and the very back consisted of the young and elderly.

Just like that, with the fallen airship as the center, the people composed various concentric circles. Between each layer there lay a formless yet uncrossable boundary.

On the outermost edge of the various concentric circles was the area where small children moved about. Hundreds of children unceasingly rummaged through the trash in this area, searching for almost non-existent foodstuffs.

Within them, there was a thin and small boy who was also searching with great effort.

He was approximately six or seven years old, and his little face was so blackened that his original appearance couldn't be made out. The clothes on his body should've originally been an adult's shirt, and it was just like a robe wrapped up on him. Moreover, the shirt was already tattered beyond recognition, now simply a few larger rags wrapped around his body in strips.

He exerted all his strength digging apart the ice cold trash with his hands covered in cuts. Some cuts were even turning into ulcers. However, it was as though he could not feel pain as he pushed apart the large, indistinguishable pile of trash in front of him with all his might.

It has already been three days since he had last eaten. If he could not find anything to eat today, then he definitely wouldn't last until the next time an airship arrives.

But no matter how hard the little boy tried, he found nothing.

This region had already been rummaged through countless times by others, and only then was it left aside for these children who were younger than ten. These children were the weakest beings in this garbage field. When the strong ended unable to find food, their hungry gazes would… fall on the elderly and children.

This was the abandoned land, the airship cemetery. The people here only wished to live on and were already no different from wild beasts. Even strong beasts lived with more dignity than them!

The thirst for survival pushed the boy on. He unceasingly searched, and many of his previous wounds tore up once again due to using excessive strength as his blood leaked out; however, he was completely unaware.

Another wave of garbage fell from the skies. Within this wave, a relatively large trash bag fell beside the boy.

The bag's outer layer broke, and a wax paper bag rolled out amidst various useless garbage, firmly grasping all of the boy's gaze in an instant. That wax paper bag actually had grease seeping from it!

He suddenly pounced over with the agility of a feral cat, tightly grasping the bag within his hands. He didn't open it at all to confirm the contents inside and instead hid it at once within his clothes. At the same time, he looked around with extreme caution, then cautiously and prudently crawled toward the outer edges of the junkyard.

Competition, robbery, and even murder also existed amongst these children! The degree of cruelty was by no means inferior compared to the world of adults.

The little boy was very petite and was classified as relatively weaker amongst those within this area of the junkyard. If others discovered that he found edible things and wished to keep it to himself by the strong, bigger kids, then being viciously beaten up was the most favorable outcome.

Quite fortunately, the boy evaded being detected by all the older children and successfully escaped from this area. He seemed to possess an inherent keen sense and was always one step ahead in avoiding those older kids who were even more terrifying than vicious beasts.

After leaving the airship remains far behind, the boy madly ran without rest until reaching the backside of another mountain of trash and made his way into a empty iron barrel.

This place was his little nest, his shelter against the elements and hardships. In his mind, this small space, just over one square meter was the utopia of life.

He carefully took out the wax paper bag and held his breath. With an facial expression full of faith, as if a praying pilgrim, he slowly opened it.

It was actually a piece of bread inside the bag! A piece of bread that had only been bitten into once!

The boy knew at first glance that this thing was called bread. He had never seen a piece of food so intact, yet he completely couldn't recall where and when he learned about such a thing like bread.

Actually, that was just an ordinary bread roll. Even the lowest peasants on the upper continent might toss it away after one bite, just like this piece on the young boy's hands. Yet in this junkyard, it could be worth a few lives.

Moving a little closer to it, he could smell the faint scent belonging to cereal grains. The little boy felt that all the wounds and pain on his body had disappeared without a trace. He very carefully held up this piece of bread, finding it difficult to believe that he could actually find such a treasure.

Was this a dream?

A drop of blood seeped out from the wound on his hand and rolled off onto the bread. The boy involuntarily cried out and hastily wiped his hands on his body with force, drying up all of the blood and sweat. When he turned around and looked at this piece of bread while weeping, he felt so horrible as though the sacred object in his heart had been defiled.

All of a sudden, the boy's stomach started growling at this moment. It expressed his desire with acute pains as though it was cramping up. So, he pulled off the chunk of bread that was stained with blood, rallied up all of his determination, and was just about to put it in his mouth.

But his hands froze midair.

Just outside of the iron barrel, at some point in time, a little girl had appeared.

She appeared to be only four or five, and streaks of ash and dirt covered her little face, entirely drowning out her original skin color. However, those clear and distinct features hinted at the immature form of a girl who would absolutely be gorgeous in the future. Her pair of twinkling large eyes were exceptionally beautiful and flowing with spirit as they fixedly stared at the bread within the boy's hands, unable to turn away at all.

The young boy sat up with a jolt while his left hand securely grasped an iron rod that seemed to have been freshly sharpened. This was the most instinctual response of the people who lived within the junkyard; when one's food was seen by another, it was often a fight to the death.

The little girl did not run away, however. Both of her eyes were stilled glued onto the bread, completely unmoving.

The young boy slowly put down the iron rod in his hand. Hesitating, he made up his mind after a great deal of time. He slowly tore the bread into two halves and passed one to the little girl.

The boy's movements were very slow, and his hand was also shaking while sweat was pouring down his head. His stomach and all the wounds on his body voiced their dissent with the most intense pangs of pain imaginable.

However, the bread still ended up in the little girl's hands in the end.

The little girl seemed to not dare believe her own eyes. She grasped the bread tightly at once and heavily rubbed her eyes. Only then did she confirm that she wasn't dreaming.

She immediately stuffed the bread into her mouth with all her might. The half that was even a size bigger than her fist actually vanished into that tiny mouth in just a few bites, perhaps no more than three seconds!

The little girl finished eating the bread and licked the crumbs on her hands clean. Only then did she lift her eyes and focus her gaze on the young boy's face for the first time. After looking at him attentively for a moment, she then ran away almost seeming like she took flight.

At this moment, the little boy didn't know what he was feeling within his heart.. Even more so, he had no idea why he did such a thing and could only wearily sit back down. Perhaps it was due to those pure and clear eyes that touched a certain emotion deep down within the depths of his heart?

But, what is this strange so-called emotion thing? The little boy leaned on the barrel's walls, carefully ripped off a fingernail sized piece of bread and put it into his mouth. He did not swallow it right away but instead kept it in his mouth, feeling the sweet taste of grains with the tip of his tongue.

Just at this time, the soft and immature voice of a girl suddenly came from outside of his little nest, "He has tasty food on him! You promised to give half to me!"

The boy's heart instantly sunk to the depths of despair. He saw several older children standing outside.

Unsurprisingly, the young boy was dragged out of his little shelter. The remaining half of the bread was not spared, either, and was put in the hands of the strongest of the older kids. All of the older kids were over ten years old, with the leader being already twelve.

The leader deeply breathed in the aroma of the bread. Without hesitation, he ripped off a large chunk and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it all at once The other kids swallowed in their envy.

A mouthful of bread could not calm the older kid, instead making his eyes bloodshot from fury.

"You actually dared to hide food?! What about the other half? Where did you hide it? Not going to talk? Beat him up!"

The young boy was sent to the ground from one kick. Encircling him, a crowd of older kids beat on him with their full strength. The little boy was rolling back and forth as he was beaten into a tattered cloth sack.

Panic emerged on the little girl's face as she stealthly shifted two steps back. She knew that if the boy said that he gave the other half of the bread to her, she would most likely be beaten to death right there.

It was as though the boy's lips were welded shut. He did not speak a word or utter a single moan, but instead bore the beatings silently.

Finally, the older kids got tired of beating him and the beating came to a halt. They searched the boy's little den, finding nothing as well.

"Looks like he ate the other half!" an older kid said with both envy and hatred.

"Cut open his belly! Maybe it can still be found!" a tanned, skinny kid shouted viciously.

The leader brutally kicked the little boy, yelling loudly, "Where did the other half go?! If you ate it, then you can go to hell!"

The little girl's face went ghastly pale in an instant.

Yet, contrary to her expectations, the boy did not speak and instead struggled to stand.

The boy's mouth moved as if to say something, but no one was able to hear him. The older kids involuntarily edged closer, wanting to hear what he was saying.

Suddenly, the boy's left fist flew upward, viciously smashing into an older kid's face!

The older kid screamed miserably, staggering backwards while covering his blood-covered face. The boy had secretly grabbed a piece of metal while he was rolling on the ground and getting beaten. It had opened a violent gash on the older kid's face, its sharp edge sticking out from between the boy's fingers.

"Beat him! Beat him to death!" the injured kid screamed madly, covering his face.

The boy faced them head-on, fighting with everything he had, yet he was quickly knocked down once more. Clenching his teeth tightly, he rolled into a ball to protect his vitals. He never begged for mercy, nor did he utter a groan.

The older kids eventually got tired of beating him, and their fists slowed. The older wounded kid still wanted vengeance, however, and yanked the boy up from the ground in a single motion. Just as the older kid was about to speak, the boy suddenly leapt up with energy that seemed to come out of nowhere, headbutting the older kid's already injured face!

The older kid's nose broke instantly.

He shrieked, again covering his face. The other kids looked at the boy and actually felt a sense of dread welling up from the bottom of their hearts. They had to admit that even they wouldn't be able to withstand such injuries. They didn't know what kind of strength supported the boy standing before them!

This time, no order was necessary. They swarmed the boy and knocked him down, viciously beating him again. When they grew tired, the boy unexpectedly moved a little, unsteadily rising to his feet once more.

This was an extremely unyielding child. Even if he were going to die, he would do so standing.

"L-let's kill him!" another kid suggested, his voice even trembling somewhat. If the boy wasn't killed, he felt that he'd never be able to sleep easy.

No one followed his suggestion, but they still struck the boy down. The older kids, however were much easier on him this time around. They were instinctively afraid and were also becoming exhausted. Their harvest for today was puny, which meant that their stamina was also limited. If not for their desire to vent the irritation caused by the Crimson Moon, perhaps they would've left right after snatching the bread.

As the older kids stopped one by one, their bodies extremely sore from the act of beating the boy, a tiny figure suddenly appeared by their side.

It was the little girl. She made her way through the crowd, struggling to carry a rock that was quite large from her perspective.

All of the older kids looked at her in surprise. Her small, beautiful face brimmed with insanity and determination as she struggled to lift the stone high above her head. Then, she smashed it down at the boy's head!

With a bang, the boy finally stopped moving. A pool of blood spread out from beneath his head.

Gasps came from all around the girl. The older kids instinctively shuffled back a few steps, moving away from the little girl they could knock over with a single kick.

The little girl ran to the stone that had rolled to the side and strained to lift it up. The stone was already stained with blood, which smeared all over the little girl's face and body. When her tiny figure staggered over to the boy, even the leader of the older kids felt a chill in his heart.

Then a breeze suddenly drifted through the junkyard, sweeping up paper scraps and dust. The already cold night strangely became icy as everyone who was still searching through the junkyard for food abruptly shuddered.

They were unaware that an invisible force field had already covered the entire junkyard.

After the chill had passed, a vast majority of the oblivious junkyard denizens immediately went back to searching through the piles of garbage. A few people had felt as if something jumped a few times in their body but it was such weak sensation that it just seemed like an illusion. The sensation went away quickly, so they did not think much of it and continued searching for food in order to survive the day.

In the meantime, a few just stood there and stared at their hands in astonishment. At some point, their hands had begun to emit a faint light that was exceptionally eye-catching under the curtain of night. Furthermore, it wasn't just their hands—their entire bodies had begun to shine as a mysterious new power emerged from within them.

From a bird's eye view, the shining people in the vast airship graveyard resembled a galaxy that had descended.

The little girl's body also glowed, and her strength increased significantly. The emergence of the light did not change the girl's actions however, and she quickly walked to the boy's side, smashing the stone at his head again!

All of the older children were waiting for the moment the boy would be mutilated. Some were anxious, glancing to the side because they subconsciously did not want to witness such an act.

Right at that moment, light suddenly blossomed from the boy's body. A pillar of red light had emerged as well, surging up to over a dozen meters in height. In the night sky, it was a sight that was extremely hard to miss! Several rings of light emerged around the pillar and moved along a mysterious route.

The heavy stone smashed into the radiant light, bouncing away as if obstructed by a formless power. Such an anomaly shocked all of the older children who jumped in confusion.

A boat that was over a dozen meters long floated through the night sky, sliding across the lower half of the enormous crimson full moon..

The boat was built in an old-fashioned style. There was a mast, a cabin, a deck—everything was there. The entire body of the boat was painted blue-gray, and a bronze sculpture of a glaring buddhist warrior was sculpted at the ship's bow. The warrior's face was full of might, and it held a staff with both hands.

A pair of wings were mounted on both sides of the flying ship, which also had propellers installed. The speed of the propellers varied. Some were slow and some were fast, working to adjust the ship's orientation. The ship didn't have an air sac, and no other propulsion systems could be seen. It was unclear just how it was able to stay afloat.

The airship's body was smooth and elegant. At a glance, it didn't seem to be very extravagant, but whether it was the joining of the mast to the deck or the engravings on the railing and sides of the boat, everything was done with extremely fine and precise workmanship. It was a modest kind of extravagance.

At this moment, inside the airship, a silver haired man stood beside the window, overlooking the airship junkyard below.

He didn't look too old, and actually seemed to be in his prime. His gaze was deep and clear, and his chin was an unswerving yet graceful curvature. He wore a black uniform with an upturned collar, which was the standard style of the Empire's military uniform. However, it did not have any insignia of military rank. Only two rows of silver buttons embossed with a flaming longsword showed his exceptional status.

The silver haired man simply stood there and his capability was naturally displayed; sharp and keen like an unsheathed sword.

There was also man in his fifties nearby sitting in the room. He was square-headed and had large ears, a kind, good-natured face, and a midsection that was already growing wider. He was staring intently at the go board before him as the last white piece of warm, high-grade jade could not land onto the board no matter what.

The situation on the board was already near the endgame phase. White's pieces, in the shape of a large oriental dragon, were painfully struggling to survive.

After a long period of thought, the man finally let out a long sigh and threw the piece onto the board in defeat.

"Brother Jackson. It's been seven years, yet your skill in go is still as amazing as before!" The plump, middle-aged man stood up and walked up to the window to stand side by side with the silver haired man and look downward.

Through the ship's window, one could see that every part of this enormous airship junkyard, which covered nearly a hundred square kilometers, glimmered with faint lights that resembled stars.

The large middle-aged man, however, wasn't very impressed with the sight. "Brother Jackson, you really ought to change this habit of yours. While the Art of Heaven's Mystery is certainly outstanding in the way it awakens and guides an individual's potential in origin power, there's no need to use it on the entire junkyard, right? Unless you already have more origin power than what you know what to do with...? If that's the case, why don't you give me a direct bestowal, let me also get a pot of your gravy!"

With a faint smile, Benjamin Jackson said, "Brother Elijah, you are still as straightforward as always. Look at all the people below. All of them possess the potential to cultivate origin power, you know."

Yet Elijah did not agree. "So what? People with potential are a dime a dozen. You specifically came to this damned place to find me, then took a huge detour instead of directly returning to the capital. It can't be that you just want me to witness your mastery of the Art of Heaven's Mystery, can it?"

Benjamin Jackson chuckled, and pointed toward the outside through the window. "I'm not that bored. Look there. If we consider the ratio of people who possess the potential to cultivate, the people of this airship junkyard are already no less than the civilian class of the Empire. You also know that, when the Empire moved to the upper continent, all of those that moved with it were the houses that possessed the potential to cultivate. Yet, after eight hundred years passed, the ratio of the Empire's civilians who possess the potential to cultivate are even lower than that of the people in this junkyard. It seems as though the people of the Empire have lived their days in luxury for too long."

"That may not be the case!" Elijah shook his head. "Having potential is one thing, and the degree to which an individual may cultivate is another. The houses that followed the Empire to the upper continent all had special gifts and talent in a certain aspect. Once they are able to awaken their cultivation potential, they would be able to advance to rank three or four at the very least. Meanwhile, the people below lack innate talent and are also twisted at heart. Cultivating to the first rank would already be their limit."

"Yet it is more likely to awaken one's potential in the depths of despair, making more with potential appear," Benjamin Jackson said leisurely. "That is an undeniable truth."

Elijah snorted loudly. "This is that natural selection thing of yours again! It's been so many years now, yet you still have yet to see it proven!"

"I'm right, so what need is there to prove it? Look at the starry lights below. Those are the lights of our Empire's bright heritage and the future hope of humankind. In the past, the ancestor of my house, the house of Jackson, also set out from a place like this. After cutting down countless dark races in these hundred years, accumulating merit, and earning achievements, they went from the lowest level of the abandoned land to being considered nobility. Of this generation, I, Benjamin Jackson, have been entrusted with a heavy burden by his Majesty. Naturally, I should strive to complete my task to the best of my ability until the day I die! As long as it's beneficial to the Empire, I will act without exception! I don't mind a tiny bit of criticism."

Elijah stomped his feet and huffed with rage. "That's a tiny bit of criticism? I knew I couldn't get through to a stubborn guy like you! Haaah. I, Elijah, must have momentarily gone crazy when I promised you ten more years of service to the Empire. In any case, I'm only going this time in order to handle some matters that I ought to take care of. Don't count on me shouldering some great duty. Also, there better not be a shortage of good alcohol or beautiful women!"

Seeing Benjamin Jackson merely smile and remain quiet, Elijah couldn't help but become slightly irritated. Pointing outside the window, he raised his voice slightly, "You see starlight, but I see people in a horrendous state of livelihood! If it weren't for the Empire abandoning the Void Light Continent in the past, how would this place have become the abandoned land? Just look! How can anyone with actual aptitude even show up in this unfortunate place? If there is, then I'd rather believe that I've seen a fucking ghost!"

Suddenly, right in the direction of his pointing finger, a thin pillar of red light appeared!

Even though the light was weak, it was extremely dazzling within the numerous starlike glimmers. Even the splendor of the blood moon that covered both the sky and earth could not obscure it.

Elijah was instantly dumbfounded as he mumbled, "C-could it be that I really saw a ghost?"

The wondrous abilities of Benjamin Jackson's Art of Heaven's Mystery were unfathomably boundless. It could awaken an individual's cultivation potential as one of its effects. Truly outstanding natural talent would often produce unusual phenomenons under its effects.

These unusual phenomena were split into five grades. For example, the faint glows from the junkyard were merely of the lowest grade, representing that they only had the potential to develop their origin strength. On the other hand, a first grade talent would emit pillars of light of various colors. On top of that, strange phantasms would orbit the pillars like planets around the sun, hinting at a person that would be revered by all. Furthermore, the phantasms that appeared also represented the future path of the individual's natural talent. A second grade talent would only have pillars of light and no phantasms, a third grade talent would have a single blazing light that resembled a roaring flame, and a fourth grade talent would have just a bright light without any such phenomena.

There were rumors that, above the first grade, super grade talent existed. Those that possessed it would truly be great geniuses of overflowing talent, and the phenomena that would occur could be vivid representations of rolling hills and roaring rivers, or possibly lifelike images of mythical beasts and birds.

Under the cover of darkness, the pillar of light was red and belonged to the lowest rating of first grade talent. In spite of this, among the Empire's countless cultivators, a first grade talent was one in a hundred thousand. The appearance of a first grade talent was well worth the Empire's careful nurturing so that it would become a future pillar of support for the military.

This red pillar of light was like a slap to the face that made Elijah's face tingle.

"Let's go and take a look!" Without waiting for the airship to change course, Benjamin Jackson stepped out of the cabin and leaped from the airship, falling from an altitude several hundred meters high.

Ten-odd fully armored bodyguards rushed to follow suit, leaping from the airship in pursuit of Benjamin Jackson. In comparison, Elijah slapped the window blinds in frustration, but ultimately followed them down.

The sight of the sudden change on the little boy had clearly startled the older children, but the little girl had only been disoriented for a moment. After discovering that her strength had significantly increased, she bounded toward an even larger rock and strained to drag it over.

The boy was in a daze. With a groan, he turned over.

Suddenly there was a pair of thick suede military boots beside him.

The boots themselves didn't actually touch the ground, instead floating a few centimeters in the air above it. An invisible forcefield quietly spread, pushing all the dust, dirt, and rubbish into the distance.

The startled girl stopped in her tracks, staring at the silver haired man that had appeared without warning. Opening her large, innocent eyes, wearing an equally harmless, childlike expression, she quickly threw away the rock that she had in her hands.

Although she hadn't noticed, light was shining from her body through her clothes. The sweat which had originally soaked her palms had completely evaporated. Yet the silver haired man didn't even so much as glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

Benjamin Jackson frowned as he looked at the scars and injuries all over the boy. The boy was clearly more injured than he had first assessed as some of the injuries seemed to reach his vitals. With a wave of his hand, a fog of light appeared in the air. A rain of green droplets fell from it and onto the boy, soaking into his body.

These green raindrops contained an immense power, and the boy's injuries healed at a clearly visible rate. He groaned, slowly opening his eyes as he regained consciousness.

The first thing that the little boy saw and registered was the silver haired man's stern, determined face.

The boy didn't understand what was happening, but he instinctively refused to grovel lying on the floor, and once again struggled to stand. Looking around him, he saw the older children and immediately remembered what had happened, his expression changing in an instant.

Benjamin Jackson followed the boy's gaze, looking at the older children surrounding them and the remains of a paper bag on the ground. He instantly understood why the boy was injured to such a degree. This was, after all, a thing that happened in junkyards so often that it couldn't be any more common.

Benjamin Jackson refocused himself, then crouched down, extending his hand to the boy as he said gently, "Come, give me your hand. What's your name?"

But the little boy recoiled a little, and with great difficulty, he mustered his courage.

"Per… Perseus," he said softly. His small hands reached out, but stopped halfway. He didn't dare to reach any further.

His tiny hands were horribly dirty, all covered in grime. Although his wounds had been nourished by the rain of light and weren't bleeding anymore, the crusted bloodstains were still there.

In any case, he didn't dare to put his hands on the large spotless hands of the silver haired man. Yet at this moment, in the eyes of little Perseus, the big hands that were held out in front of him were the only source of warmth in the world.

Benjamin Jackson smiled and encouraged him, "It's fine, give me your hand."

Elijah flew down at this point. Upon seeing that Perseus had been injured, the usual kind expression he gave others was somewhat angry. He couldn't help but give a deep snort, coldly looking over the surrounding kids.

The crowd of slowly-gathering children had terrified expressions on their faces, but the ten-odd bodyguards had already locked down every single path through this area. They didn't dare to try fleeing.

Benjamin Jackson leaned over a little, extending his hand and waiting patiently. Under Benjamin Jackson's bright gaze, Perseus finally found his courage and placed his hands into the warm, dry, and strong hands of Benjamin Jackson.

Benjamin Jackson lightly grasped the hands that were half the size of his own, closing his eyes and quietly feeling them.

Elijah looked at Perseus, his brow suddenly furrowing as if he had thought of something.

Benjamin Jackson sighed and opened his eyes. He gave Perseus a once over, reached out his hand to pull away the scraps of cloth on the little boy, and his eyes were instantly captivated.

There was an enormous scar on Perseus's bare chest, one that ran from half an inch below his heart all the way to his belly button. Just looking at this ugly, protruding scar, Benjamin Jackson knew that it had originally been a terrifying injury that tore Perseus's insides open!

But Perseus was still so young. How in the world had he survived?

Momentarily startled, Benjamin Jackson regained his composure, saying, "Brother Elijah, you're far more skilled in medicine than I am. Help me examine him."

Elijah silently walked up to Perseus, not caring about the dirt at all, and he stretched out his hands to carefully examine Perseus. Perseus felt that everywhere Elijah's hands went was like having red-hot needles stabbed into his body, but he clenched his teeth and forced himself to not make a sound.

Elijah's eyes flashed with momentary shock, and he praised Perseus, saying, "So tender of age, and yet so daring. Interesting!"

He stood up and spoke to Benjamin Jackson. "This child would originally be considered a top-tier talent, but he's been so heavily injured that it's ruined his physique. Aside from that, I also suspect that his body might have even contained a piece of crystallized Divine power."

Benjamin Jackson immediately thought of a forbidden phrase—Divine power theft! He narrowed his eyes a little, and pretended to not understand. "So what you're saying is..."

"No, it's just a suspicion. Even you know that sort of thing is a major taboo. His injuries have already been healed for a decent number of years, so he must have been younger than the age of three when he was injured. Yet, as you can now see, his foundation has been heavily damaged. Even if his cultivation potential is greater than that of anyone here, he isn't a first grade talent anymore," Elijah said gravely.

Perseus's old injury was extremely serious, yet he was still able to release a red light pillar. This signified that his original talent was so great that it might have even been a super grade, but with his current state, it would be a stretch to even list him as a fourth grade.

A fourth grade talent would only be slightly stronger than an ordinary person. For Benjamin Jackson and Elijah, who were high-ranking officers in the Empire's military, it was practically worthless. On top of that, Perseus's giant scar was a hidden danger, and whether he'd survive the tough training was something they couldn't be sure of.

Elijah sighed, feeling great sympathy for the boy.

Benjamin Jackson looked at little Perseus, who stared back at him. Perhaps the warmth in Benjamin Jackson's palm hadn't completely dissipated, but the little boy's eyes held a glimmer of hope that not even he had noticed.

Benjamin Jackson's heart trembled slightly, and he gently said, "Meeting here should be considered a kind of fate. Tell you what—I'll take you away from here, and you'll decide for yourself where to go next."

He took out a few smooth jade tablets, and with a quick rub of his hand, he engraved words onto them. He held them with the engraved side facing downward, then handed them to Perseus to choose from.

Perseus hesitated a little, then reached for the jade tablet in the middle. There were two words on it, but he didn't recognize them.

Elijah looked and then sighed, shaking his head.

"Yellow Spring," Benjamin Jackson softly read the words to Perseus before taking the jade tablet back. He patted the boy's head lightly and asked, "What's your surname?"

"I… don't have a surname. My name is Perseus."

Benjamin Jackson nodded as he spoke gently. "Alright. If you make it out of that place alive, then you may use 'Jackson,' my surname!"

Perseus didn't understand what Benjamin Jackson was saying and could only continue to listen in ignorance.

Benjamin Jackson didn't need him to understand at the moment. He turned to instruct his subordinates. "Take him back to 'Green Bird,' wash him, clean his wounds, change his clothes, and feed him."

Having finished with instructing them, Benjamin Jackson and Elijah slowly began to rise and accelerated away, flying toward the airship stationed in the sky.

The older children had waited on the sidelines for a very long time, watching everything. Although they didn't completely understand what the adults were saying, the talk of being washed, fed, and clothed... they heard these unbelievably irresistible phrases loud and clear.

Seeing the guards about to take Perseus away, the head of all the older kids charged over, shrieking, "Take me! Take me along! I also want to bathe and eat!"

He tried to hug the thighs of the guards and reached out to Perseus, attempting to pull him out of their embrace.

The injured leader pulled roughly at Perseus's legs, crying out, "That should be my position! Who do you think you are? Everyone, get over here and beat this mongrel to death! He actually dared to headbutt me just now! All of the food up there should be mine!"

The leader was even more vicious than he had previously been, intentionally clawing at Perseus's injuries. Surviving in the junkyard only had one rule: if you killed someone, you would get everything they had.

Resembling mountains, the well-built guards didn't even move and let the leader of the older kids continue raising a ruckus. Seeing that, the little girl quietly began to move over.

Only when the leader tried to pull at Perseus so hard that his face was starting to contort with pain did the guard captain coldly say, "That's enough. Even Mr. Elijah would have nothing to say about this."

The moment the guard captain spoke, viciousness flashed across the blank face of the guard that was carrying Perseus. With a single kick, he brutally punted the older child dozens of meters into the air.

This one foot contained a dark, brutal power, and as the leader of the older kids flew into the air, he suddenly exploded into a bloody mist!

The other guard merely smiled as he stepped forward, stretching out his leg. He slammed his foot down onto the ground, saying, "A pile of puny rats actually dare to disturb the business of Marshal Jackson!"

The ground rippled outward from where he'd slammed his foot down, rapidly spreading. The group of children was thrown into the air by the force of the wave, violently spurting blood. Their bones cracked loudly as they distorted into unrecognizable shapes.

The wave also rushed right past the captain and the other guards, but they didn't move so much an inch. All of them seemed to have weathered it without being affected.

Yet, miraculously, the little girl also wasn't hit by the wave. When the captain had spoken, the rest of the older children had been dazed, and some had even listened to the leader and stupidly charged Perseus, the girl had turned a run for her life without looking back.

It was in this way that she barely managed to escape the wave, miraculously surviving.

Seeing that the little girl had actually managed to escape, the guard's face grew red for a moment. With a loud snort, he lifted his foot to slam it down again! He had only been using three-tenths of his power. However, the captain suddenly reached out and grabbed the guard's shoulder with his hand, preventing him from slamming his foot down.

The captain seemed to be listening to something in his ear, and then he nodded, not moving an inch as he stared at Perseus with his large eyes. He then brought out his service pistol and put little Perseus's hands on the trigger.

The captain steadied the gun as he aimed it directly at the little girl's chest. He said to Perseus, "She's already tried to kill you multiple times. Come, pull the trigger. Use some force and then…. Bang! She's dead!"

With the entirety of his small hands, Perseus held the trigger tightly. He stared at the silhouette of the little girl stumbling and fleeing for her life knowing that, as long as he pulled the trigger, she would definitely sprout blood.

He was completely calm as his shiny black eyes watched her, but he shook his head in the end and let go of the trigger.

On the airship, Elijah was all smiles as he said, "Just as I expected, haha! Jackson old man, it is so rare for you to lose! Come, come, if you're daring enough to bet, you're daring enough to admit defeat, so hand over that 'Aqua Tobacco' of yours! It's mine now!"

Benjamin Jackson still wore a faint smile on his face. Since the very start, the depths of his eyes were as calm as still water. They were so clear and brilliant that they seemed to reflect all the sights of the world, yet contained nothing.

The guards took Perseus back to the airship. It turned, rose, and vanished into the skyline, merging with the light of the blood moon.

As for this particular junkyard and the little girl that was still fleeing for her life… They were forgotten just like that, the same way this continent had been abandoned.

-End of Chapter One-

A.N.: that was the end of 'The Dark Asura'. The title might need some work and changing, but hopefully you guys have got the general gist of what I have in mind. Do you think this should be a Harem based story? Or a One Ship? I like Harem Based stories, mostly because of personal preference, but in the case of Percy Jackson, I've always loved Percabeth, so I'm a bit torn between the two for this story. Do review what you think, and check out the next story idea given down below.

And the next idea I have is a continuation of the Story of Heroes of Olympus, drawing on the Trials of Apollo as the starting point to build something new.

It'll establish Jason as the main Antagonist, and focuses on an OP Immortalized Percy and his adventure. While the story starts off a few years after the end of HoO, the Main storyline will pick up many years in the future when Percy has become a True God, being granted Immortality by Poseidon, and been taken in by Hades as his Vassal. Less of a combat and action Fan Fiction, this is more of adventure. I've been intrigued with the idea of OP characters for a while now. Mostly, people say that it makes the story boring since the Protagonist defeats every opponent and wins with ease, I want to try it out. It'll help me shift my focus from Writing Combat focused Fan Fic's to Adventure Focused Fan Fic's, though this Fan Fic will also contain a healthy amount of combat and battles.

Monarch of Chaos

First Arc: Awakening

Prologue

Two years after the battle for Olympus, Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase accepted divinity, both great heroes of Olympus becoming Divinities, God's under their respective parents. At the same time, the rest of the Seven, as well as Calypso were given the offer of Immortality, so that they could pursue their respective jobs under the care of their divine parents.

After the offer was given, while hesitant, the demigods were all optimistic about the offers. Until the Trials of Apollo.

That was the breaking point that changed everything.

-Apollo POV-

Jason stepped out of the smoke on the opposite side of the throne room, his gladius in his hand. Caligula snarled. 'You're one of those Camp Jupiter brats, aren't you?' 'I'm Jason Grace,' he said. 'Former praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Son of Jupiter. Child of Rome. But I belong to both camps.' 'Good enough,' Caligula said. 'I'll hold you responsible for Camp Jupiter's treason tonight. Incitatus!' The emperor snatched up a golden spear that was rolling across the floor. He vaulted onto his stallion's back, charged the chasm and leaped it in a single bound. Jason threw himself aside to avoid getting trampled. From somewhere to my left came a howl of anger. Piper McLean had risen. Her lower face was a nightmare – her swollen upper lip split across her teeth, her jaw askew, a trickle of blood coming from the edge of her mouth. She charged Medea, who turned just in time to catch Piper's fist in her nose. The sorceress stumbled, pinwheeling her arms as Piper pushed her over the edge of the chasm. The sorceress disappeared into the churning soup of burning fuel and seawater.

Piper shouted at Jason. She might have been saying COME ON! But all that came out was a guttural cry. Jason was a little busy. He dodged Incitatus's charge, parrying Caligula's spear with his sword, but he was moving slowly. I could only guess how much energy he'd expended controlling the winds and the lightning. 'Get out of here!' he called to us. 'Go!' An arrow sprouted from his left thigh. Jason grunted and stumbled. Above us, more pandai had gathered, despite the threat of severe thunderstorms. Piper yelled in warning as Caligula charged again. Jason just managed to roll aside.

He made a grabbing gesture at the air, and a gust of wind yanked him aloft. Suddenly he sat astride a miniature storm cloud with four funnel clouds for legs and a mane that crackled with lightning – Tempest, his ventus steed. He rode against Caligula, jousting sword versus spear. Another arrow took Jason in the upper arm. 'I told you this isn't a game!' yelled Caligula. 'You don't walk away from me alive!' Below, an explosion rocked the ship. The room split further apart. Piper staggered, which probably saved her life; three arrows hit the spot where she'd been standing.

Somehow, she pulled me to my feet. I was clutching the Arrow of Dodona, though I had no memory of picking it up. I saw no sign of Crest, or Meg, or even Medea. An arrow sprouted from the toe of my shoe. I was in so much pain already I couldn't tell if it had pierced my foot or not. Piper tugged at my arm. She pointed to Jason, her words urgent but unintelligible. I wanted to help him, but what could I do? I'd just stabbed myself in the chest. I was pretty sure that if I sneezed too hard I would displace the red plug in my wound and bleed to death. I couldn't draw a bow or even strum a ukulele. Meanwhile, on the broken roof line above us, more and more pandai appeared, eager to help me commit arrowcide. Piper was no better off. The fact that she was on her feet at all was a miracle – the sort of miracle that comes back to kill you later when the adrenalin wears off.

Nevertheless, how could we leave? I watched in horror as Jason and Caligula fought, Jason bleeding from arrows in each limb now, yet somehow still able to raise his sword. The space was too small for two men on horses, yet they circled one another, trading blows. Incitatus kicked at Tempest with his golden-shod front hooves. The ventus responded with bursts of electricity that scorched the stallion's white flanks. As the former praetor and the emperor charged past each other, Jason met my eyes across the ruined throne room. His expression told me his plan with perfect clarity. Like me, he had decided that Piper McLean would not die tonight. For some reason, he had decided that I must live too. He yelled again, 'GO! Remember!' I was slow, dumbstruck. Jason held my gaze a fraction of a second too long, perhaps to make sure that last word sank in: remember – the promise he had extracted from me a million years ago this morning, in his Pasadena dorm room.

While Jason's back was turned, Caligula wheeled about. He drew back his hand, the golden spear in his hand glinting with a cruel light. Beside me, a wave of power suddenly erupted and a resounding scream rang out. "STOP!".

I was blown back, tumbling head over heels as a violet glow suddenly erupted, encasing the figure of Piper McLean. My eyes widened as I saw hers, wide and filled with a divine light seemed to threaten the world with rage and ruin. Her voice contained magic beyond a mortal's imagination, power that even exceeded the limits a Demigod should be able to wield. It froze the world around us, seeming to even still the very flow of time. As such, I had a clear view of the events that happened next.

Before my eyes, Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite drew her dagger before charging at Emperor Caligula. Both Jason and Caligula were frozen by her Charmspeak. However, Caligula recovered first.

He swept by on his Incitatus, his spear clashing with her dagger. Piper was bowled off her feet, tumbling backwards. Jason recovered at that moment, charging on tempest at Caligula, seeking to use the distraction to finish Caligula off. However, he didn't know Caligula, not like I did. I knew Caligula didn't make amateur mistakes. Caligula would never turn his back on an enemy without having full confidence of being able to defend his back.

I opened my mouth to yell a warning, right as the explosion shook the ship. Jason flew backwards like an arrow, his Ventus horse Tempest turning into a mixture of wind and sparks in an instant. Medea had appeared in between the two Romans, her hairs fluttering in a wild wind as she sneered at Jason. And at that moment, the spear Caligula held thrust into Piper's Chest, lifting her frame into the air like a ragdoll.

Silence reigned and even the howling wind and Lightning seemed to dissipate as Jason took in Piper's bloodied form. And then a ragged, despairing howl filled the ship, seeming to tear the skies and rend the seas. Lightning exploded from Jason's body, striking out at everything around him as his power was unleashed in the most despair inducing moment of his life.

In that moment… even a god like myself blacked out.

All I remember is seeing the horrified look on Medea's face as she was turned to ash by a bolt of lightning as thick as a Human thigh striking through her body, as well as Caligula's guttural howl of pain as what looked like a million bolts of lightning all descending from the skies to strike at him. Then, the world went black.

When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to countless machines, surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Campers from camp half-blood. It was here that I awoke properly, lying in the Apollo Cabin. Where I heard the entire story, the end of the story. Atleast it seemed like the end back then. We had no idea how this terrifying incident… was just the beginning.

"Jason killed Caligula?!"

It felt like a lightning bolt striking my head. And not just any lightning bolt. More like one of Zeus's deluxe bolts that he prepared for whenever shocking, world changing incidents like the Apocalypse or Beyoncé dropping a new album occurred. My vision went white for a few moments, then I stared at Will and Nico again. "But… But… how? Caligula has reached a state of Quasi Immortality. While he might not be a true God, he still remains Immortal and Invincible to all Mortals and Demigods!"

Nico gave me a solemn look and shook his head. "The ripples… were felt by all god's of Olympus."

My eyes narrowed. "Caligula's death?" a feeling of dread and anticipation was building in my chest, as if I was Pandora, staring at Pandora's Pithos. I didn't want to hear the answer… but I did.

Nico exchanged a look with will, then will strode forward to answer my question. "Jason's ascension. To godhood."

I felt another one of Zeus's deluxe bolts smashing into my head. "Zeus gave him immortality in the middle of a battle? Or did he die during the battle and then gain rebirth as a god? Then what about Piper?!" my breathing sped up as all the possibilities sped through my mind. Of course, death wasn't the end! Since they were great heroes, offered Immortality, without a doubt, they would also be resurrected after their deaths, right?

Nico answered this time. "It isn't sure what happened. But Jason's ascension to divinity caused a ruckus that no other ascension has ever caused before. He ascended to an extraordinary level and his power killed off even someone like Caligula."

I frowned, my mind racing. Then I dropped back into bed, feeling a powerful headache building behind my eyes as they throbbed. Even the soothing sensation of Apollo Cabin wasn't enough to help me. "So… where is he now?" I asked weakly.

Nico hesitated for a moment.

I ignored the pain in my head and sat up, feeling as if the gods were determined to ruin my day. "So?"

"he's…" Nico gave Will a glance. "He's gone after the rest of the Triumvirate. He said he'll make all of them pay the price."

I groaned and sank back into bed, now wanting nothing more to sleep. I knew that this should be great news for me. After all, an immortal had decided to step in. Someone powerful enough to kill Caligula would surely be able to deal with the rest of the Emperor's, and maybe even deal with Python for me. That meant I was infinitely close to returning to godhood now!

However, the feeling of dread just refused to fade. And usually, when the god of Prophecies dreads something, you should learn to heed his instincts.

-Two Years Later-

-Percy POV-

I was back at camp, holding a camp council meeting. The state of war had been raised, been given priority status over all quests and other missions.

Chiron was back in centaur form, dressed for battle as he outlined the details the scouts had gathered. "He's destroyed several Triumvirate branches in North America, and he's even encroached several times into Canada and the southern states. The God's are still silent on his actions, despite them being a direct violation of all ethics a divinity must follow. Humans are panicking, and many innocent lives have been lost in this rampage. If this keeps up… the Mist will shatter, and the truth will be revealed to all."

Clarisse slammed her fist into the table in front of her. "Why don't the god's strike him dead!?"

Her face was fixed in a scowl and she wore an eyepatch, and full body armour, her spear strapped to her back. I knew that the eyepatch had been courtesy of the wound inflicted by Jason.

Ever since his first rampage, he had gone on to kill the remaining two emperors of rome, Nero and Commodus, then had gone to battle with Python as well, leading to it's astonishing defeat and retreat. Then he had barged down into the underworld, determined to take Piper out, and grant her Immortality by his side as well. We had all assumed that that would be the end of it as well. After all, after finding out about Piper's death, my first thought was about attacking the Caligula as well. If Jason hadn't done so, I would have personally gone down to kill him.

While divine laws restricted all gods, Newly Converted Demigod's like us had more leeway, since we had strong attachments with the mortal world and would hence act out to resolve these issues. While a true Divinity might not act even if his child was killed, they would still take some form of action in revenge. But Jason's actions were a little overboard, though the god's didn't comment or stop him. However, when I mentioned it to my father, he had warned me to stay away and out of his business, as somethings were going on behind the scenes that I might not understand.

I didn't understand what he meant, but I was smart enough to obey his words, moving my family into New Rome where my mom and Paul could focus on raising my little sister without any fear of any monster attacks.

That was where I heard the rumor.

Piper had refused Jason, refusing to return to Olympus as his wife. She had broken up with Jason, so she wasn't willing to marry him for all of eternity, becoming his trophy wife. If that was all, I would have been a little surprised, considering their closeness during the war, but not very affected. However, the next part of the rumor shocked me to the core.

Jason was thrown into a rage by Piper's refusal, and he had forcefully kidnapped her from Elysium. Of course, the Underworld wouldn't allow even a god to take a dead person back to life without the permission of Hades, especially if the person in question was a Hero who was refusing the God.

However, even the Furies, the most powerful caretakers of Hades were unable to stop Jason as he took Piper against her will. Hades had also tried to interfere but he was too late, as Jason had already left. This was taken as an affront by Hades, who demanded an explanation from Zeus. That was the end of word from Olympus. Even I was locked out as Olympus suddenly sealed itself from the outside world.

Meanwhile, Jason reappeared in the mortal world once again, restarting his rampage, this time attacking the branches of Triumvirate Holdings. While the Roman Emperor's who had created the Company were dead, the mortal company still existed, spread across the country, where millions of innocent mortals all worked. These people were in no way connected with the Roman Emperor's, but still ended up dying at the hands of Jason.

At this point, this was not something that the demigods or other followers of the god's could ignore. Jason was declared a rogue god and we were dispatched to find him and calm him down. I returned to my Dad's Ocean palace, hoping that he would be present and could explain what was happening in Olympus. However, the palace was almost deserted, leaving me no clue of what was happening. So I returned to the two camps, planning to find Jason and reason with him.

However, even after all these years had passed, we still hadn't found Jason or Piper.

By now, fear and rage was building in the hearts of the two Camps. That was because Jason had not just killed Mortal Civilians. He had also attacked the Demigods sent to find him. Most of these demigod's died. A few, more powerful ones like Clarisse and Reyna made it out alive but shocked and scarred, both figuratively and literally.

Chiron had now decided that only groups of high level Demigod's and Minor Gods like us should go out to find Jason, since no one else had the strength to confront and restrain him. Hazel had even managed to find him, but had been defeated in their confrontation, being forced to retreat after he overwhelmed her. At this point, it was doubtful if even any of us could manage to stand up to his Explosive power. However, I felt a certain sense of expectation from the campers who looked at me. And I understood it as well. As the son of Poseidon, I was indeed the most Powerful Camper in hundreds of years, and had even exceeded my predecessors from Camp Half Blood. Even amongst the rest of the seven, they all seemed to believe that Jason and I were the most powerful Warriors!

And now a sense of anticipation was rising in my heart as I started to wonder. Our last battle ended in a draw. So what would happen the next time we crossed swords?

-End of Teaser Chapter One-

A.N.: Author chan is very tired after typing this out. So I won't include any long notes here. Do let me know what you think about these two ideas. I feel they're quite interesting, and showcase my style of Western and Cultivation mixture. Hopefully you guys enjoyed them as well. I will set up a few polls so you guys can vote on what you think.

Ciao, With love from Manhattan!