Poseidon, the mighty God of the Sea, surely no one would refuse his offer to take on an apprentice.
Ares, merely a minor Mortal Deity in terms of power, would be incredibly fortunate to receive guidance from Poseidon.
The moment Poseidon reveals his identity, wouldn’t Ares be utterly astonished?
Hearing Poseidon speak, Ares, out of politeness, asked, “And you are?”
“Lord of the Sea!”
After Poseidon announced his title, it was almost certain that Ares would be shocked.
Ares frowned slightly, seemingly skeptical: “One of the three great gods of Olympus?”
“Exactly!” replied Poseidon.
“Oh,” Ares realized, slowly kneeling and raising his hands in respect and prayer to Poseidon, “So you are Poseidon, God of the Seas. I am Ares of the Pantheon Guild, devoutly worshiping you.”
“That settles it, then. From now on, you will stay by my side,” Poseidon said, pleased, looking at Ares kneeling before him, having decided to accept him as his disciple.
It didn’t matter why,even if Ares were as dumb as a pig, Poseidon would personally mentor him.
“Poseidon, God of the Seas, I wish to stay by Mr. Johnson’s side.”
Ares almost blurted out that he did not wish to be his disciple.
In Olympus, the Pantheon Guild’s grand hall enshrines massive statues of the three great gods, yet Ares was clear and unambiguous in refusing Poseidon.
“Fine, then. Follow me in a bit…” Poseidon hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly realized he was being rejected.
He, Poseidon, one of the three high-ranking God-Kings, was refused by a Mortal Deity?!
Poseidon was so taken aback he thought there was something wrong with his ears.
“You don’t wish to be my disciple?” Poseidon couldn’t fathom it.
How much courage did it take to refuse him?
Ares’s expression didn’t change as he nodded and said, “I hope you will grant me this wish.”
In the end, Ares’s refusal was decisively firm.
Any other Soulmancer would probably be clinging to Poseidon’s legs by now.
To be taught by a high-ranking God-King, what an extraordinary encounter that would be! For someone like Ares to almost instinctively refuse such an offer, the gods in the Divine Realm would probably think him a complete fool.
“Ha ha ha! You sure know how to choose,” Poseidon laughed heartily. “But didn’t you realize that Mr. Johnson was actually trying to get rid of you? How can you be so oblivious?”
Of course, Ares would choose wisely. It was clear from Poseidon’s attitude towards William that William must be stronger than Poseidon himself.
But Ares was mistaken about one thing: William was indeed giving him the boot.
Since he had already quit his job at the 13th Bureau, Ares naturally didn’t plan to attend classes at the Soulmancer Academy anymore.
It wouldn’t be long before some powerful beings from the Divine Realm would descend, and William had decided to move back to East 62nd Street.
“Mr. Johnson, I don’t ask to be your disciple, I’d be happy just to be a cook by your side,” Ares said, wisely recognizing who the real power was.
In his eyes, perhaps William was the greatest encounter of his life. He’d rather be a cook for William than follow Poseidon, showing his determination.
William put down his mouse, glanced at Ares, and raised an eyebrow: “Your cooking isn’t as good as mine, you can leave now.”
Ares was speechless.
Even if it was true, there was no need to be so blunt about it.
Poseidon, on the other hand, laughed even harder.
Seeing William torment others gave him immense satisfaction.
The pain he had once suffered, now inflicted on others, was strangely pleasing.
William then asked, “Make your choice now, do you still want to go with him?”
Ares had been cooking and doing odd jobs for William, contributing in his own way, even though his cooking was quite average, he did put in some effort.
When Poseidon came to ask for the Trident, William gave him a chance straightforwardly.
Becoming a disciple of Poseidon, that was the dream of countless Soulmancers.
Having a high-ranking God-King as a mentor, what a fortunate thing that would be!
Ares looked somewhat embarrassed,after all, he had just refused Poseidon, the mighty God of the Sea.
For Poseidon, eager to retrieve his Trident, being refused was not a big deal in his eyes.
The fact that Ares could directly refuse upon learning his identity proved that Ares was quite intelligent.
If William really kept him around, Ares’ future achievements might indeed be quite high.
“Alright, after we return, we’ll conduct the apprenticeship ceremony. For now, go outside and wait for me; I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Johnson.”
With a wave of his hand, Poseidon sent Ares out to wait.
Ares obediently nodded to Poseidon and then left the room.
“Mr. Johnson, where’s my Trident? You haven’t broken it, have you?” Poseidon asked as soon as Ares left, dropping his Lord of the Sea demeanor. He sat beside William, all smiles.
Those who don’t know might even think this person is not serious.
The Trident of Poseidon, Zeus’s ‘Thunder Sword,’ Apollo’s ‘Sun Sword,’ Athena’s ‘Sword of Wisdom,’ and Ares’s ‘Sword of War’ are revered artifacts of Olympus, and their power is immense.
Unless they are high-ranking God-Kings, even Creator Deities would fear the power of these artifacts.
Poseidon, with such a powerful artifact, was actually worried about William potentially breaking it.
If it were anyone else, Poseidon wouldn’t be concerned about this at all.
But those items were in William’s hands!
He also knew that William had countless artifacts at his disposal, and William was quite a bored individual.
What if William decided to compare his own Sword of Soulbreaker with Zeus’s ‘Thunder Sword,’ Apollo’s ‘Sun Sword,’ Athena’s ‘Sword of Wisdom,’ and Ares’s ‘Sword of War’ to see which was sharper? That would be quite awkward.
He still remembered how William had effortlessly defeated Poseidon with a single stroke, making Poseidon quite apprehensive. 𝘪.𝑐ℴ𝘮
What high-ranking God-King?
That one stroke from William had made Poseidon seriously question his life.
“Do you really think I can’t tell the difference? What I’ve borrowed, I’ve borrowed, how could I possibly break it?” William paused, then said, “And your stuff, what’s so fun about it anyway?”
Poseidon vaguely felt that William made sense, yet also felt like he was being insulted, although he couldn’t find any evidence for it.
William waved his robe, and all the artifacts floated in the air: “If you want to use these things, go use them in the Divine Realm.”
“Of course!” Poseidon, as a high-ranking God-King, also knew how terrifying the power of his artifacts was…
Hmm, as long as it’s not against William, the power of those artifacts is still somewhat terrifying.
Such powerful weapons are not used lightly, especially now that the Earth is populated with ordinary people. If these artifacts were to be used directly, it would likely cause harm to the innocent.
As a high-ranking God-King, one should protect the people. Acts of slaughter are better avoided.
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