148 God of Thunder (2/2)

Revealing that I am the Aspect of Time does not bring any benefits aside from the shock and surprise.

I don't need to give out sensitive information for pointless shock and surprise, especially to someone like Zeus. In fact, I shouldn't reveal who I am to anyone.

No one need to know who I am.

Telling others that I am the Aspect of Time makes me a target more than anything. I don't want to be swarmed with enemies of the past. The past that I cannot remember at all.

And considering the power level of Zeus and Zephyr and their teammates, I am sure that my enemies have the power to kill me effortless as I currently am.

If they couldn't, they could lock me up somewhere for all eternity. Even without torturing me or doing anything similar, it is still a fate worse than death.

In fact, why didn't they do it in the first place? Perhaps they didn't know Aspect cannot be killed.

That seems to be likely, bringing a small smile to my face.

It seems that only Aspects know everything there is to know about an Aspect.

And if the Primordial truly aware that Aspects will be reincarnated if they are killed, I wouldn't be here. I would be imprisoned somewhere detached from all realities, forever be forgotten.

It also shows me that Primordial are not all-knowing as they are right now. Things do get fall through the cracks.

How interesting. These are all hypothesis, however.

I will need to confirm them, but the Primordial are above Zeus' paygrade. But he still knows a lot more than I do. If only there is a way to get into that brain of his.

Into Zephyr's too.

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I reply just before Zeus retaliates, forcing her to take evasive maneuvers and distance herself as Zeus is more adept at close combat from what I can tell.

”Care to fill me in on what this agreement you two have?”

Zeus question, but I give him a shrug as a response.

”It is for Max and me to know and for you to find out.”

Zephyr snorts and strikes Zeus, pushing him back through sheer force alone. Her scythe-shape weapon is dangerous enough for Zeus to be defensive. His weapon is the same, forcing Zephyr to dodge instead of blocking.

Those electric shocks, exploding outwards with each impact do stun her from what the data is telling me. Quite ingenious way to use his lightning power. Zephyr is the same since the ambient temperature drops sharply.

They take their sparring far away from me, ripping the land and sky apart.

I shouldn't call it a spar since it isn't like any sparring I have seen before, and I have seen quite a lot in all these years.

And from the intense shockwaves and extensive damages to the surroundings, it is more like they are trying to kill each other. They are definitely trying to kill each other.

Their magical enchanted weapons are more than capable of severely crippling or damaging their bio-mechanical bodies, but so far, neither Zeus or Zephyr has managed to get a clear shot in.

They do, however, have suffered superficial wounds, which heals almost instantly.

Quite a bit of data is being recorded as Zeus and Zephyr demonstrate their battle prowess, and as they are getting used to their new bodies, they are getting faster and stronger.

But in the end, Zeus will be the winner.

There is no doubt about that in my mind.

Zephyr understands this too, and if this is a battle, she would disengage him already and try something new and more effective. It is not a battle. They are testing their physical abilities.

Since they will be doing that for a while, I suppose I should continue my little charade. I left the spatial dimension and return to the real world.

The new storage ring is worn on my index finger. I should call them spatial rings now. They aren't really for storage anymore. Each of them is a world of their own.

I cannot seem to clone them with my power, however.

A cloned ring does appear, but it also connected to the same spatial dimension. This tells me that the spatial dimensions aren't really store inside these rings. They are merely gateways. That makes sense as each micromachine drones are connected to the same spatial dimension.

Seem likes I found a way to build Stargates though the application of Spatial Compression. I just need to test whether vast distance of the universe has any bearing on the spatial connection.

Hopefully that it doesn't.

Everyone is still dead since there is no need to revive them as I deal with Zeus and Zephyr. I revive my mother and her family first, allowing me to see what they are doing.

Mum is still desperately trying to use the elevator, but grandfather just will not let her. I suppose I will have to judge her instead, and she will bring out Maximilien Maxwell and the conclusion of the play.

Within an instant, I am back to sitting on my thrones with fire in my eyes, staring down the Queen of England.

Elizabeth pulls out the legendary sword from the stone and points it towards the sky as white blinding light descends from above. But having seen it so many times, it is super boring. The people still cheer and applaud since this is the first time that they have seen her doing so, relatively speaking.

Everything is relative.

I give my little speeches and let the Queen of England be on her way along with her supporters, which is quite a lot. Those who are against her are also gone.

My body and mind are on autopilot for the rest of the countries. I did spice up ways for them to prove their worthlessness just to kill the mind-numbing boredom. I mean worthiness.

Is there really a difference at this point? Probably not.

And once they are all gone, only the proud American people remains.

”Selene, choose a few random people as demonstration before selecting Stephanie Connors. It is time we conclude the play.”

I tell Selene almost inaudibly. None should hear what I have said.

Selene acknowledges my request as flames swirl within the arena, letting out another person.

I didn't think I could be surprised again, but I am really surprised. I have deal with one God of Lightning, now I have to deal with another God of Lightning. But shouldn't he be in Australia?

I suppose not since there are some differences.

”Oh shit.”

The eighteen years old Australian pothead calls out.

Honestly, the young man is really high, but he still knows what is happening like pretty much everyone left in the world at this point. You have to be living under a rock to not know.

”Christopher Hemsworth. Do you think you are worthy?”

I question as lightning descends upon the sky, teleporting in a mythical hammer.