Exorcist of the American Nightmares

Hearing the proposal for cooperation, especially under the shadow of Cronus's unresolved issues, York was taken aback by the giant's suggestion. 

Cooperate? 

Counterattack against Zeus? 

How could he possibly agree to something so preposterous…

But the giant's offer of collaboration suddenly opened York's mind.

Because his deal was made under the premise that Cronus's seal was still intact and the giants needed to remain hidden, the world was only temporarily safe.

If he could resolve this issue…

"What kind of cooperation?" York didn't reject the idea outright.

As expected, the giant had genuinely considered this.

"You should know who sealed us."

York nodded: "Zeus, the god of the sky, thunder, and clouds, the supreme deity who rules over all things, the leader of the twelve Olympian gods, the third generation of divine monarchs."

At the mention of Zeus, the giant's eyes blazed with red light, clearly filled with fury, and it roared.

"He is nothing but a despicable trickster!"

Then, the giant began to curse Zeus, accusing him of treachery and taking advantage of others' vulnerabilities…

The space around the giant erupted with magma and intense energy waves…

Watching the giant rant, York was somewhat speechless.

At this moment, the giant had lost its earlier domineering presence, looking quite less imposing.

Perhaps sensing something, the giant stopped its curses, and its red pupils turned towards York, regaining some composure.

"Since you know, I won't explain further. My condition is that in the near future, you must represent me in the War of the Gods."

"The War of the Gods?" York was taken aback.

The giant nodded, noting York's confusion and began to explain.

"The War of the Gods is an ancient law among our divine kind…"

After listening to the giant's explanation, York finally understood the stakes of the War of the Gods.

To prevent the divine race from being annihilated by warfare, the ancestors of the deities—the primal order, time and space, and the very fabric of the universe, as dictated by Chaos at the beginning—established a world law.

So, when two factions vie for the position of the king of gods, the War of the Gods begins.

In this war, each side sends ten representatives to battle.

In ten battles, the side that wins six first will gain the position of the king of gods under the witness of all deities and the laws of the world.

Moreover, according to the giant, in the previous War of the Gods, Zeus had only won the crucial battle by cheating against Cronus to claim the throne.

This was completely different from what York had imagined earlier.

"Every universe really is different."

Watching the giant continue to speak, York slightly smirked, interrupting him.

"Sorry, but one thing at a time. Your condition sounds like a second deal. And why can't you participate yourself?"

At that, the giant stared at York, breathing out a heated breath, and after a moment of silence, it calmly said,

"Because of my injuries…"

After explaining briefly, the giant continued.

"My name is Hyperion, son of the Earth goddess Gaia and the first-generation Titan Cronus, one of the twelve Titans, guardian of light, also known as the Sun God."

Hearing the giant's self-introduction, York understood something and squinted his eyes.

Indeed, as he had anticipated.

"To participate in the War of the Gods, one must be of the divine race."

As Hyperion paused, he extended his right hand, his palm displaying a red orb surrounded by flames.

The orb seemed ordinary yet emitted terrifying fluctuations, turning the entire space even more crimson.

"Represent me in the War of the Gods, and you will wield the power of the sun."

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[...]

[Condition Met: Trigger random task, a source of danger sleeps in this world]

[Task Requirement: Eliminate the world's source of danger, save the innocent sacrifices (Completed)]

[Task Reward: +100 attribute points, seal spatial rifts and return, (Awarded)]

[...]

In a luxurious room, York listened to the mechanical voice in his ear and sighed.

Indeed, after Hyperion, the legendary first-generation Sun God, made his proposal, he had agreed.

York glanced at the virtual window that appeared before him, viewing his personal information with a smirk.

His race listed not only human but now also divine.

And among his many occupations—priest, pharmaceutical professor, doctor, bishop—the name that stood out was that of the Sun God.

York's gaze moved to a new section in his personal information.

[Divine Role: Sun God]

Yes, with the system's intervention, having successfully absorbed the orb known as the Sun God's divinity, he had mastered the so-called power of the sun. He knew the Sun God's various abilities without needing any further training.

This revelation made the lightly et

ched Hyperion laugh heartily, openly stating that York was even more suited to the power of the sun than other divinities, certainly capable of winning the battle…

Recalling Hyperion, York held a degree of respect in his eyes.

Not everyone is willing to hand over their power so freely.

This first-generation Sun God, in his quest for revenge and to reclaim his status, had indeed risked everything.

York extended his hand, a dazzling orange-red, scorching energy appearing in his palm.

This burning energy made the air vibrate, rapidly heating the air molecules and creating a distorted stream of hot air. The heat waves, like visible ripples, spread throughout the space, distorting and warping it, making the surrounding objects appear as if they were shaking in mid-air, creating an illusion-like scene.

It also came with intense noise, like explosions and the roar of flames, deafening, indicating that this energy had explosive and scorching properties, perfectly fitting with enchanted and holy traits.

This meant that he no longer needed to fuss with C4 bombs; a mere gesture could produce a magic bomb, a holy bomb, or even a sacro-magical bomb.

"This is the true power of the Sun God, and this is just the tip of the iceberg."

York watched the searing energy in his palm, his lips curving slightly upward.

He had several reasons for agreeing.

One: It made him stronger.

Two: It fulfilled tasks, resolving rifts.

Three: It gave him more time to prepare. According to Hyperion, Cronus's seal was difficult to break, and they would need some time—a time not equivalent to human perception.

In the lifespan of these deities, who could live for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, this "some time" meant hundreds or even thousands of years.

By then, when he participated in the War of the Gods, he would likely be much stronger than now.

Whether he could live that long wasn't even a concern for York.

With the attributes associated with his life force, he probably already qualified for immortality.

"So why not agree?"

York waved his hand, dispersing the intense energy that had been fixed in one spot, and chuckled.

Of course, he also knew that time flowed differently between two cosmic spaces or dimensions.

What might be millennia in this universe could just be years in another.

Regardless, such disadvantages were utterly outweighed by the numerous advantages.

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