The Rise Of A Porter

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CLASS: Tank / Brawler / Archer

NAME: Hercules

LEVEL: 199

COSMIC RANK: S

ROLE: Demigod (God of Strength, First Kin of the Gods)

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Enrage (Active skill)

• Blessing of Zeus (Active skill)

• Champion of Olympus (Active skill)

• Hell Strike (Active skill)

• Severed Souls (Active skill)

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HP: 56000/60000

STRENGTH (STR) : 1301

DEFENSE (DEF): 826[+226] (due to the gears)

STAMINA (STA) : 800

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 244

AGILITY (AGI) : 500

ACCURACY (ACC) : 465

EVADE (EVD) : 387

CHARISMA (CHA): 200

Damage Resistances: Elemental Attacks (30% damage reduction), Physical attacks (40% damage reduction)

Condition Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, Frozen, Ranged attacks.

Weak Against: Magic spells (Must be used from a close range to take effect)

THREAT LEVEL: Mediocre

REMARK: His stats may look a bit shabby, but he is still the Son of Zeus. He had a lot of hidden tricks in his... can't say sleeve as he doesn't wear the fancy clothing of modern times but you get the gist. Furthermore, thanks to the immortality provided to him by Zeus, he had gained immunity to ranged attacks. Meaning your weapons are useless against him until and unless they are used from a close range. That, however, may not be a good idea as his defence is absolute. Furthermore, if you want to kill him using the relic, you would have to use it from a close distance, which can lead to your demise as well. That being said, it will be challenging, but you do have what it takes to defeat him.

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'His defence is quite troublesome, that's for sure...' Arnold thought as he helped himself back to his feet, 'Have to find a way to deal with him in an efficient manner.'

"How can this... no... it's not possible..." Hercules immediately jumped back as his club disappeared into thin air, "You shouldn't be able to wield his powers yet! You're still mortal. It doesn't make any sense! How can you wield the power that even the Almighty Zeus couldn't!"

Hercules had turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. It wasn't the first time Arnold had used his curse of being a creationist on his opponents, but this was the first time anyone had shown him such an exaggerated reaction. Hercules, who had been acting so confident till now, was now stuttering like a madman.

But Arnold wasn't complaining. Hercules' panic-stricken state gave him enough time to heal his injuries and get serious with the fight. Although, he had to be careful not to kill the demigod by himself. That would have been troublesome if it happened. Moreover, the last line Hercules said a few moments ago left Arnold thinking.

"I'm the one who made that happen!"

The words kept echoing in Arnold's head. Hercules wasn't proficient in using magic of any sort. As it was clear from after Arnold used his probe skill on him. Thus it was highly improbable that Hercules was the one who caused a rift inside his head and took control over his body back in China. Also, the voice Arnold had heard, in his head belonged to a female and did not resemble Hercules' hoarse voice at all. These were enough reasons for Arnold to believe Hercules wasn't the one to mess with his head.

'These damned gods are always plotting one thing or another...'

Someone must have helped Hercules by messing with Arnold's head well in advance and hence giving Hercules an important advantage over Arnold. Hercules was free to kill Arnold while it was not true for the latter. Which forced Arnold to intentionally hold back from going all out against an already overpowered enemy.

"Did father knew about it? If he did he would have told me about it. Was this the reason he wanted me to kill this mortal?" Hercules mumbled to himself while keeping his eyes pinned on Arnold, "I have to kill him. He is too much of a threat already. The gods can not afford this to happen again..."

"Hey! Stop making decisions on my behalf." Arnold burst his knuckles after flexing his gloves, "Either way, you have to answer a lot of questions before either of us dies."

"The decision regarding your death had already been made long before I stepped foot on this wretched planet." Hercules calmly informed Arnold of his fate. It seemed like he finally snapped out of his panicked state of mind, "There is no reason for me to be afraid of you... not yet either way. You might have Shiva's ability but you're still a mortal. A mortal whom I can kill with ease."

"I'm as much of a mortal as you are, Hercules, and so was your army."

"Was?" Hercules looked perplexed as he turned around to get a view of the battlefield. However, soon his confusion had turned into shock.

The Olympian army, an army trained to battle against the gods, had been defeated by a bunch of mortals who did not even know how to wield cosmic weapons yet? How could this even be possible? Why was he, the champion of Olympus, facing setback after setback? It was supposed to be an easy win for him, but with every passing moment, victory seemed to be slipping away from his hands.

He then saw what he had missed earlier, "Your summons... they are nothing like what I was told. What did you do to make them mightier than before?"

"When someone like you filthy gods, wants to ask me a question they bow their head down FIRST!"

Arnold yelled before grabbing onto Hercules' head and slamming it down with all his might. but his strength wasn't the same as before. He wasn't going to hold back anymore. Hercules' absurd defence was enough to parry all of his blows. But not when Arnold reinforced his physical attacks with his equally absurd abilities.

[Ability: Berserker's Rage has been activated. All of the users' attributes have been boosted by 150% for the next 20 seconds.]

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