I AM THE SON OF THE ALMIGHTY FORGOTTEN GOD

Welcome to a little side of Olympiades

What Eugene had pulled off this morning successfully shifted the entire academy's focus, if only for a brief moment.

​As he stepped into the main hall of the Olympiades Academy, he overheard more whispers surrounding Flowscent—the massive dire wolf he had just humiliated, and the revelation that the beast currently held a spot in the academy's Top 10 ranks.

​“How on earth did you pull that off, Eugene? Did you shatter his legs or something?”

​A group of curious students crowded around Eugene, fascinated by the mysterious half-human who had managed to put Flowscent in his place.

​“Shatter his legs? Haha, that sounds impossible. He’s freaking huge.”

​“Are you playing humble? Pulling off the impossible is one thing, but you literally shattered the ultimate ceiling on your very first day!”

​“Oh, really?” Eugene hadn’t intended to play humble for clout, but the cold hard fact remained: he had just taken down a high-born Godspawn. “Just how strong are these Godspawn anyway?”

​The five students gathered around him possessed human-like appearances, though subtle anatomical differences made Eugene feel slightly awkward trying to figure out what kind of creatures they actually were. He brushed the discomfort aside, focusing instead on striking up a conversation. Making friends here was important, right?

​One of them chimed in. “Around here, demigods are categorized based on their bloodline purity. You’ve got mortals born directly from deities—the demihumans; those who manifest as vessel-born; others recognized strictly through a divine contract with a deity; and finally, the Godspawn—those born from a god mixing with other mystical entities.”

​“Out of those four categories, only demihumans and Godspawn inherit divine blood directly.”

​“And out of all of them… Godspawn sit firmly at the top of the food chain. Not a single one of them fails to clear the Divine Phases. Meanwhile, your kind is widely labeled the weakest because you're still shackled entirely by mortal laws.”

​Eugene absorbed the explanation, realizing how much he still had left to learn in this bizarre new reality.

​“What even are the Divine Phases?”

​“The developmental stages required to ascend into a brand-new deity.”

​“HUH—WHAT?” Eugene stared at them in blank shock, drawing soft chuckles from the group.

​“Just joking. The Divine Phases are simply your physical, mental, and spiritual evolutionary milestones required for the Olympus Realm to officially accept you. You know what the Olympus Realm is, right?”

​“Yeah.”

​“Once you successfully hit the third Divine Phase, you're technically cleared to reside permanently in the Olympus Realm.”

​“Man, you really have to start from square one, don't you, Eugene? It’s like being reborn all over again! Ha-ha.” Eugene offered a dry, unamused chuckle; the pointy-eared demigod's words poked uncomfortably at his nerves.

​Of course he had to start from square one—he had only found out he was a demigod yesterday!

​And speaking of missing guides, where on earth was Leonidas? The boy was supposed to be showing him around. The massive, open-air hall framed by towering stone pillars looked magnificent and secure, yet Eugene felt utterly exposed.

​A tall, slender man approached Eugene next seconds. In a place where most residents wore traditional ancient Greek-style chitons, this man sported a sharp, modern tailored suit featuring glittering embroidered patterns across his chest. The sharp click of his polished black shoes echoed against the stone until he came to a dead stop right in front of Eugene.

​“Eugene Sidernum, son of Hephaestus.” The man called out his name in a clear, authoritative voice—sounding like a formal roll-call.

​“Y-yes, I am,” Eugene replied, feeling slightly awkward answering his own new introduction.

​The man broke into a wide smile, flashing a row of pristine white teeth. As he pushed down his tinted glasses, a pair of sharp, slit-pupilled eyes locked onto Eugene with an intense, predatory grip.

​“Welcome to Olympiades. I am Sovaccio. You may call me Soso.”

​“H-hello, Mr. Soso. Nice to meet you.” Eugene shook Sovaccio’s hand, a sudden shiver running down his spine as he noticed the glittering white scales fringing the tips of the man’s long, razor-sharp fingernails.

​“I am your homeroom instructor, so I expect you to place your trust in me.”

​“Yeah, I hope so, Mr. Soso.”

​“I know what’s in your head. Seeing creatures like me and the others—even Flowscent—must be completely alien to you. You must have been terrified out of your mind seeing a beast that size, right?”

​“Yeah. Never crossed my mind once in my seventeen years.”

​“You’ll get used to seeing things like Flowscent. I’m actually cut from the same cloth—a Godspawn.”

​“Wow… you must be strong.” The words slipped out before Eugene could stop them. Sovaccio paused for a second before his wide smile returned.

​“Yes. I am exceptionally strong…”

​“…”

​“Follow me. I’ll show you to your dorm. You’ll meet the rest of your classmates there, including the son of Athena who brought you here.”

​“Son of Athena? You mean…”

​“Yeah, that very boy—Leonidas Keaton. He did a good job sniffing you out.”

​Athena ranked among the most famous Greek deities even in the mortal world—ordinary humans openly admired the fierce goddess of war, romanticizing her into pop-culture heroism. A strange mix of awe and goosebumps rippled through Eugene at the realization that Leonidas carried her divine blood.

​“HEY, YOU!”

​A booming, aggressive voice shattered the air, abruptly cutting off Eugene and Sovaccio’s stride. Eugene whipped his head around to see a towering student marching toward them with heavy, furious steps.

​“I SWEAR I'LL DESTROY YOU!”

​The boy shoved Eugene hard enough to stagger him backward, looming over him like an apex predator ready to trample his prey.

​“You dragged my name through the dirt in front of everyone—even in front of Mrs. Impala!

​The explosive outburst instantly drew a crowd, a sea of students swarming in to catch the brewing spectacle. Eugene’s heart hammered frantically against his ribs, but as he forced himself back upright, his blunt response slipped out:

​“Who the hell are you?”

​Waves of suffocating rage radiated off the angry boy. Sovaccio stepped forward smoothly, placing himself between them to shield Eugene.

​“Flowscent, what's the meaning of this outburst? What’s done is done.”

​Eugene’s eyes widened to their absolute limits, his lips curling downward in a tight, sinking grimace as he realized he had just rage baiting the same anger with different form.

​“I refuse to accept today’s humiliation! I’m going to tear him apart in the most agonizing way possible!”

​“What do you want, Flowscent?”

​Flowscent shot Sovaccio a venomous glare before shifting his burning, hate-filled eyes back to Eugene.

​“I want a rematch!”

​Whispers rippled like wildfire through the watching crowd, making the sheer gravity of the situation sink heavily into Eugene’s chest. Everyone in the academy knew Flowscent was an untouchable powerhouse, while Eugene was just a scrawny nobody from the lowest possible caste in the demigod hierarchy.

​“Flowscent?”

​The attention of the entire hall instantly shifted away from Flowscent’s raging tantrum. Another boy stepped forward, cutting through the heavy tension. The moment he appeared, the entire hall fell into a pin-drop silence, as they watched his calm, unhurried stride.

​“Mr. Sovaccio made himself crystal clear. What’s done is done—why are you still whining?”

​At first glance, the boy looked remarkably ordinary, much like Eugene. A charming, pleasant smile curved neatly across his face—yet an invisible, suffocating aura bled from his frame, effortlessly commanding the reactions of the entire room and throwing Eugene instantly on high alert.

​“I… I just want to prove I’m stronger than this pathetic piece of trash! There’s no way a high-born Godspawn gets beaten by a weakling demihuman!”

​“Will that changes history?” Flowscent froze, his blazing fury seemingly smothered in a single breath under the boy’s cold, unblinking, unsmiling gaze.

​“Will it magically rewrite the fact that you got laid out in a single match by a mere demihuman?”

​“You…” Flowscent growled dangerously. “You’re just trying to protect your own kind, aren’t you, Edward!?”

​“No. I don’t take sides, not even for my own kind. But your pathetic tantrum is actively getting in my plan.” The boy named Edward shifted his gaze directly onto Eugene. The moment their eyes locked, Eugene felt an icy shiver run down his spine—the distinct sensation of a predator masking its venom behind a sickeningly sweet smile. “How about this? I’ll fight this kid for you instead.”

​The sheer obedience Flowscent’s wild, feral nature suddenly displayed just at the sound of Edward’s voice sent a fresh wave of unease crawling under Eugene’s skin.

​“What do you say, Eugene? I heard you just lost your mother—are you planning to bring absolute shame to her memory right after scraping your way into Olympiades?”

​The moment Edward weaponized his dead mother, a blinding fury erupted inside Eugene’s chest. If Edward’s goal was to break his esteem and make him cower like the kids back in the mortal world did, he was barking up the wrong tree. Eugene raised his chin high, locking eyes directly with Edward’s patronizing, thin-lipped smirk.

​“I’ll fight you.”

​Instead of being annoyed by the defiance, Edward simply smiled, turning on his heel and walking away without another word. Only after he vanished out of sight did the surrounding students finally exhale, gasping for air as if a physical weight had been lifted off the room.

​“Eugene, are you out of your mind? You’re actually going to fight Edward?” One of the students who had spoken to him earlier grabbed his arm, her face pale with utter disbelief.

​“Yeah. He pissed me off.”

​“You’re used to fighting back when people tick you off in the mortal world, aren't you? But you need to wake up—this is Olympiades! Anything can go down here!”

​“What’s the deal? He’s a demihuman just like me, right? He belongs to the lowest caste among you guys too, doesn't he?”

​The group collectively slapped their hands against their foreheads in shared frustration, before one of them leaned in close, lowering their voice while their eyes burned with lingering dread.

​“Listen to me. Edward Skarsgard might technically a demihuman… but he's the son of Zeus!”

​Eugene froze dead in his tracks.

​“And the only reason an uncooperative loose cannon like Flowscent bows down to him is because Edward is the Rank 1 strongest demigod in this entire academy!”