End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Rumble! !

Amidst the deafening roar, the boiling waves rolled higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, a majestic tsunami was formed.

The sea surface vibrated violently, a white line was pulled, and the wall of water that stretched for several kilometers rushed down, as if ten thousand horses were marching in unison, and the turbid waves were surging.

The tsunami devoured everything at an unstoppable pace, releasing the terrifying energy that destroyed everything.

Standing on the boat, Spyros closed his eyes in despair. He thought today was his lucky day, but it seemed that he was very wrong.

Perseus hugged the mother and daughter, grabbed the boat rope and tried to struggle. It was doomed to be in vain, but he didn't want to give up, he didn't want to lose his family.

The family of five, which is not worth mentioning to the gods, is his whole world.

The tide was rolling in, white foam was flying, the fishing boat was bumping up and down, and the whole family closed their eyes, waiting for death to come.

Marmara did not pray again, because this is a disaster bestowed by the gods!

boom! Rumble———

The sky fell apart, and the tsunami submerged the fishing boat, which continued to flow into the distance.

After a long time, Spyros opened his eyes, touched his body a few times, looked at the dry hull with a confused face, and fell into doubts about life.

Miracles can't explain this situation, he thought, maybe he should believe in God's blessing once, anyway, it doesn't cost money.

The family happily celebrated their survival and continued to move towards the city-state of Argos. They were simple-minded and never thought of other possibilities.

...

The clear sky overlooks the sea, and the azure blue stretches as far as the eye can see, like a finely crafted sapphire, magnificent, mysterious and beautiful.

Argos!

Also known as Argos, it is a seaside city-state built at the foot of the mountain. All the buildings in the city are built against the mountain, and there are only a few passages to connect with the outside world.

On the plains around the city is a distribution center for agricultural products, the country is rich, and it is one of the most economically developed city-states in the current era.

The foot of the mountain extends to the sea and surrounds the city to form a natural inland sea port.

While bringing convenient transportation to it, it also adds an invisible barrier to the country.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea, the king of Argos did not need to worry about the invasion of foreign enemies before the era of naval guns came.

It is only necessary to send a small number of troops to garrison a few main roads in the mountains, and when the ships block the entrance to the sea, they can wait for the enemy to retreat on their own with peace of mind.

With a natural military configuration, as long as the country does not have internal ghosts, 300 people are enough to keep the territory, and the Persian Empire cannot enter.

At the port, Spyros tied the ropes of the boat and discussed with the port officials about the berthing fee. Because the latter took the opportunity to bully the foreigners and deliberately raised the price, Spyros quarreled with him until his face was red and his neck was thick.

Russell looked at the city-state from a distance, and it was built on the hillside, and it was majestic. If you look carefully, it's nothing, dilapidated, and the palace in the center is more beautiful.

"Brother, father had a quarrel with someone else."

"It's okay, normal bargaining and raising prices, he can handle it."

"But……"

Perseus looked at his father who was jumping out of breath, and at the several big men behind the officials, and said, "We should help, otherwise father will suffer, and it will be bad if he is injured."

"Then go and help!"

"Father won't let me go. Last time I helped...Father never went to that port again." Perseus blinked. He also wanted to help, but he only beat people.

"Perseus, you can negotiate with them. Believe me, as long as what you say makes sense, they will definitely listen." Russell said with a serious face.

"I'm not very good at talking."

"You can't negotiate with this body, it's too wasteful."

Russell patted Perseus's biceps: "Today, my brother will teach you how to communicate with each other, and let you know that the communication between people is actually very simple, and sometimes there is no need to speak at all."

"?"

...

At the port, Spyros quarreled with the officials. When the latter learned that the boat was full of fresh sea fish, he immediately raised the price on the ground and demanded a large amount of berthing fees. Naturally, the poor Spyros refused. There are more and more thugs.

"Listen, bumpkin, I'm the rule here, I'll take as much as I say, and I won't bargain."

"robber!"

"Whatever you say, get out if you don't pay the money, and take your boat full of dead fish floating in the sea!"

While the official was complacent, there was a strong fishy smell. He frowned and looked, and saw a moving muscle lump striding towards him under the scorching sun.

With bronzed skin covered with sunlight, Perseus stood behind Spyros in a cold voice: "Father, here is the child!"

"?"

Spyros was stunned, and then saw his son's various concave shapes.

?(???‵‵)?

Perseus raised his arms, stretched his biceps forward, and then rotated his wrists outward, slowly raising them to the top of his head.

ˉ\\(???)/ˉ

For a moment, the officials and the thugs behind him were deeply shocked. They saw that his arms were like devil's horns, with bulging veins, and his blood was strong, rushing like a big river, and his sturdy breath made it hard to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, Perseus changed his posture, holding his left wrist with his right hand, and showing off his pectoralis major from the side.

What a big lump!

After stretching his latissimus dorsi and abdominal muscles forward, he put his hands on his hips, raised his chest and stomped hard on the ground.

Click!

The masonry was shattered, and there was dust flying. On the thigh of Perseus trampling on the ground, the muscle lines were clearly visible, as indestructible as a sculpture.

(??д??)

The official stared blankly at the thigh in front of him. In his sight, Perseus slowly raised his foot. There were deep footprints on the ground, and the brick was crushed into powder.

"Google!" xN

Without further ado, the official smiled with Spyros and never mentioned the berthing fee, saying that this time his treat will be treated at half price in the future.

After he finished speaking, he muttered 'Either death or injury', and hurriedly took away a group of thugs with pale faces.

"Perseus, you..."

Spyros looked at his son, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Good job, who taught you?"

"My elder brother taught me. He said that as long as I do this, this, and then do this again, others will be able to calm down and reason with me."

Perseus moved the action a few more times, and looked at the far away officials in doubt: "It's strange, I haven't started to reason, why did they leave?"

"Are you still reasonable?"

Spyros widened his eyes when he heard this, and said in disbelief, "You've grown up so big, I didn't even know you could be reasonable... Your elder brother taught you again?"

"Ok."

"Tell me what he taught you."

"Wait a minute, I'll find out how I feel..."

Perseus dented the shape again, his expression gradually ferocious, he spat hard on the ground, and then glared at Spyros with a tiger face.

"roll!"

"..."

As usual, Spyros had already slapped him, but not today. He admitted that Russell was right, and Perseus's reasoning cannot be refuted.

"Perseus, you have grown up!"

Feeling emotional, Spyros patted Perseus on the shoulder: "I didn't think much about it before, it's time to find you a wife, and your elder brother...Damn it, I'm really not a competent father. "

"Can't you not have a wife?"

"no!"

"Give my wife to my eldest brother?"

"..."

...

At the port, Spyros found a fish collector, and because of the tight supply, he made a lot of money from the fish.

But Spyros was not happy, and discussed with Marmara about his two sons. He planned to take advantage of the recent luck and go out to sea a few more times to earn money to buy a fishing boat for Russell and Perseus, so as not to let The two were empty-handed, and they couldn't even find their wives.

Marmara had no idea, and let her husband decide everything. Spyros didn't care what his sons thought, so he made his own decision. When the fish on the boat were unloaded, he immediately set sail to sea.

On the other side, Russell and Perseus were wandering around the city, and Tikola followed closely behind them, seeing everything fresh.

Argos is very prosperous, but this is based on the background of the current era. In Russell's eyes, the city is very chaotic, with narrow roads, dirty environment, and slave traders everywhere.

He walked in the city without saying a word, seemingly aimless, but in fact he took action.

On the ground, strands of imperceptible fine sand drifted out and gathered in his palm, and the golden particles accumulated more and more, eventually forming irregular gold nuggets.

"Perseus, Tikola, do you like Argos?"

"Like it." x2

"If you had to choose between sea and land, which life would you like?"

"..."

Tikola didn't understand this question, and Perseus scratched his head: "I like where everyone is."

"If our family has a big house in Argos, and many servants, do you think it's okay?"

"very good!"

Perseus nodded again and again: "If the family has money, parents don't have to go to sea all the time. It's very dangerous. Not every time we have good luck."

"Since you say so, let's go buy a house!"

"Brother, we have no money."

"Now there is."

Russell shook the gold in his hand: "I was lucky, and I picked up the money as soon as I entered the city."

"Brother, you..."

Perseus looked horrified, looked at Russell complexly, and said enviously after a long time: "You are so lucky, why can't I pick it up!"

You don’t need to make up too many reasons to talk to Perseus. This guy has no scheming. Even if Russell said that the king wanted to give him the throne, Perseus would believe it and would not ask why.

Money-making ability is a first-class ability in any era. Russell opened the way with double the price, unimpeded, everyone kneels, and was easily exchanged to an official's mansion.

Together with the slaves and servants, they signed and pledged on the spot, and the whole process took less than ten minutes.

Perseus and Tikola didn't feel any difference. In their eyes, the world was so simple, and there was nothing complicated.

"Brother, is this your name?" Perseus pointed to the signature on the contract, very curious.

"It's not yours."

"my name?"

"You can't read?"

After finishing speaking, Russell shook his head, raised his hand to touch Perseus' forehead, and instilled the Greek words of the current era into it: "With your IQ, learning is a painful process, so don't experience it."

Regardless of the stunned Perseus, Russell looked at Tikola with a smile: "You are different. Learning is a happy process. I will find someone to teach you, and I will meet many new friends. You will like it."

After saying this, Russell began to think about the task.

Ragnarok sounds like no difficulty, a spinning machine is enough to shake this unbalanced world.

"Brother, are you a god?"

"no!"

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