《Even with Useless Skills, I Can Dominate the Multiverse》


 Chapter 1: 100% Unarmed Weapon Catch

    "What the hell does ''100% Unarmed Weapon Catch'' even mean?"


    "What do you mean I have to make Zeus and Hera truly fall in love?"


    Who the hell gives out skills like this? Who the hell comes up with missions like this?


    Alex Carter, a man who had just gone bankrupt and was about to wander the streets as a homeless man, had the misfortune of being struck in the head by a falling star.


    As he clutched his throbbing skull, a voice echoed in his mind, informing him that he had acquired two abilities. If he could make Zeus and Hera genuinely love each other, he would become an official candidate for something greater.


    Just as he was about to dismiss it as a hallucination caused by the impact, another phrase rang out:


    "Beginner¡¯s equipment¡ªbronze sword granted. Initiating transfer."


    Then, his consciousness faded.


    The morning sun filtered through the sparse clouds, casting golden rays over the vast forests of ancient Greece. The crisp scent of damp earth and morning dew lingered in the air.


    In the center of a wide clearing, a magnificent creature lay bound in heavy chains¡ªthe Ceryneian Hind, a sacred golden deer so swift it was said to outrun even an arrow in flight. Now, its sides heaved with exhaustion, its hooves twitching as it lay in submission.


    Standing beside it, club in hand, was Heracles. His expression was a mixture of triumph and exhaustion. Capturing this beast had taken him a full year¡ªone of the grueling trials forced upon him by the gods.


    Not far away, King Eurystheus sat on his elevated throne, eyes glinting with calculation. He had been eagerly awaiting Heracles¡¯ failure, anticipating the moment he could scorn him. But now that the demigod had actually succeeded, Eurystheus found himself scrambling to come up with a new, even more impossible demand.


    Yet, before he could open his mouth, a sudden burst of light erupted in the middle of the grand courtyard.


    A figure materialized out of thin air and crashed onto the ground with an unceremonious thud.


    The entire court fell silent.


    Heracles raised an eyebrow. The soldiers instinctively reached for their weapons. The gathered nobles took cautious steps back, eyes wide with suspicion.


    The young man who had appeared out of nowhere groaned and slowly sat up. He patted the dust off his clothes, then looked up at the staring crowd.


    He had deep-set eyes, light brown hair, and an unfamiliar face¡ªclearly not Greek. His clothes were even stranger, unlike any known attire from any existing kingdom.


    He shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and then took in his surroundings. His expression shifted from confusion to sharp alertness.


    "...Well, shit."


    Nobody understood what he had just said, but the tone was unmistakably one of disbelief.


    But instead of panicking, the young man calmed down almost immediately.


    He had accepted it. The system, the ridiculous mission, the abilities¡ªnone of it was an illusion.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Right now, he had a bigger problem¡ªmoney.


    Thrown into this world with no preparation, no supplies, and no resources, he knew his first priority was to get some funds, or he¡¯d starve within the day.


    He cleared his throat and forced himself to look as composed as possible. If there was one thing his time in Silicon Valley had taught him, it was that how you present yourself in a new environment determines everything.


    Right now, the entire court was waiting for him to speak. He had to establish dominance.


    "I am a god from the New World."


    His voice was firm, devoid of hesitation, as if his words were an undeniable truth.


    The nobles exchanged uneasy glances. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons. Even Heracles furrowed his brow, as if trying to recall whether any myths mentioned such a place.


    King Eurystheus¡¯ eyebrows shot up, before his lips curled into a sneer.


    "A god? From the New World?" he scoffed. "From which pantheon? Olympus? The Titans? Or did you just crawl out of Hera¡¯s wardrobe?"


    "That¡¯s not important." Alex shrugged. "I just need to borrow some money."


    He didn¡¯t know exactly who this king was, but judging from his extravagant clothing, the guy was at least a high-ranking noble¡ªand nobles had money.


    The court fell into stunned silence once again.


    Several nobles began whispering amongst themselves. Soldiers shifted uneasily. Even Heracles pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression screaming, Not another crazy person...


    "You want me to¡­lend you money?" Eurystheus gawked at him, his face a mix of disbelief and rage. "You¡ªsome unknown madman¡ªhave the audacity to demand my wealth?"


    He shot up from his throne, pointing a trembling finger at Alex.


    "You fraud! How dare you mock my authority?! Kneel and apologize immediately, or I will¡ª"


    Alex didn¡¯t bother letting him finish.


    Instead, he drew the bronze sword from his waist and swung it.


    The entire court erupted into chaos.


    Soldiers rushed to form a defensive line! Nobles staggered back in terror! Heracles gripped his club, ready to intervene!


    But then¡ª


    Something impossible happened.


    Eurystheus'' eyes glazed over.


    Without hesitation, he threw aside his scepter, sprinted forward at full speed, dropped to one knee, and raised both hands high above his head¡ªcatching Alex¡¯s sword in his palms like an offering to the gods.


    The entire court froze.


    Heracles¡¯ eyes widened. The nobles¡¯ jaws dropped. The soldiers stood in place, too stunned to react.


    What. The. Hell?!


    King Eurystheus stared at his own hands in horror, gripping the blade that had just been swung at him. His face twisted in a grotesque mix of shock and confusion, as if he had just witnessed an unspeakable cosmic horror.


    Alex, on the other hand, was overjoyed.


    So the skill was real.


    Seeing the fear and confusion on everyone''s faces, he decided to push his advantage.


    With a slight smirk, he casually remarked:


    "Looks like my divine power still works."


    Eurystheus turned pale, then red with fury. He bellowed in rage:


    "Kill this fraud¡ª"


    Alex swung his sword again.


    And then¡ª


    Every single soldier, noble, and general in the palace dropped whatever they were holding and sprinted forward, forming a perfectly organized triangular formation, each one dropping to one knee, hands raised¡ª


    ¡ªready to catch his sword.


    The sheer absurdity of the sight sucked the very air out of the room.


    Heracles¡¯ jaw hung open. Eurystheus¡¯ face was frozen in absolute horror.


    The entire palace stood in complete, stunned silence.


    What kind of divine magic was this?! What kind of twisted curse compelled them to catch his sword against their will?!


    Alex maintained a blank expression, but inside, he was dying of laughter.


    100% Always Disarmed.


    It wasn¡¯t a joke. It was real. Just like in the comics, this ability was a rule of reality¡ªinescapable and absolute.


    He turned back to the now mentally shattered King Eurystheus, his voice calm and even:


    "Now¡­ are you willing to lend me some money?"


    Eurystheus, though unable to see behind him, could hear it¡ªthe terrified gasps of his men, the sound of his entire court bowing to a lunatic, all because of some uncontrollable force compelling them to catch a damn sword.


    His anger remained frozen on his face.


    But his voice trembled as he gave the order.


    "¡­Fetch the gold from the treasury."

 Chapter 2：Striving to get the plot back on track

    The heavy footsteps echoed through the silent palace courtyard as four strong servants slowly carried a heavy wooden chest adorned with golden edges. The lid was slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of the shimmering gold coins and jewels inside, their dazzling light catching the attention of the surrounding nobles and soldiers.


    Eurystheus¡¯ face was dark as a stormy sky, his veins bulging with suppressed fury. He stood frozen, unable to act nor dare to speak out. Finally, he remained silent, watching as the servants placed the gold before Alex.


    Alex nodded in satisfaction. Under the sunlight, the surface of the gold coins gleamed with a warm luster.


    Step one, securing funds, complete.


    Just as he was about to have the chest moved to a safe place, a deep, resonant voice rang out¡ª


    "Honorable god."


    Alex looked up to see a tall, burly man approaching, his muscles rippling like sculpted bronze. Heracles.


    The legendary hero¡¯s gaze was firm, devoid of fear, but filled with a certain sincerity. He walked straight up to Alex, lowered his head slightly, and spoke with a respectful tone¡ª


    "My name is Heracles. I revere the gods, and I respect your power."


    Alex raised an eyebrow. Unlike the others who either fled in terror or knelt trembling before him, this man stood tall. He carefully studied Heracles¡¯ expression and noticed that although his words were polite, there was not even the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.


    Makes sense.


    Heracles was a demigod, after all. His entire life had been spent fighting gods and monsters. Unlike the terrified king, he was more inclined to respect the strong.


    "You have a good eye," Alex said with a casual smile. "At least you¡¯re more polite than this king."


    Hearing this, Eurystheus¡¯ face turned an even darker shade of blue, his lips trembling with rage. But in the end, he swallowed his anger and said nothing.


    Heracles looked slightly embarrassed. He had come to mediate, but now it seemed he had only deepened the king¡¯s humiliation.


    "Honorable god, please forgive this mortal king¡¯s ignorance. He did not realize your greatness, and that is why he offended you."


    Alex cast a glance at the king, who still didn¡¯t seem to grasp the gravity of his situation. He sneered inwardly.


    To face an unknown and clearly powerful being like himself, and yet still be filled with arrogance and anger instead of caution¡ª


    Weakness is not the greatest obstacle to survival. Arrogance is.


    "And what happens if I let him go now, only for him to offend me again the moment he stands up?"


    As he spoke, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a folding knife, flipping it open and lightly pressing it against the king¡¯s temple and throat.


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    "I will never offend you again! Please, grant me mercy!"


    Just moments ago, the king had been seething with rage, but now, as the cold blade traced his throat, he instantly regained his composure.


    "I am the son of Zeus. I will vouch for him," Heracles said seriously. "Honorable god, if he dares to offend you again, I will be the first to defend your honor."


    So this really is the legendary Heracles, not just someone with the same name.


    For the sake of gaining Heracles¡¯ favor, Alex decisively withdrew his sword and released the king and his ministers.


    The king and his court had been kneeling for so long that their legs were completely numb, but none of them dared to complain. They could only struggle to their feet and quietly slip away.


    Now that things were settled, Alex turned to Heracles and, as if casually, asked, "So, what were you all doing before I showed up?"


    Heracles seemed slightly surprised by the question but answered without hesitation, "I am fulfilling my Twelve Labors. This was my fourth task."


    The fourth task? The Ceryneian Hind?


    Alex¡¯s mind worked quickly, piecing together the timeline of Greek mythology.


    "I see¡­"


    Since it was still during Heracles¡¯ trials, it meant that the Olympian gods were still actively involved in the world. Zeus still ruled the heavens, Hera was still tirelessly tormenting her stepson¡­


    A plan began to take shape in Alex¡¯s mind.


    Step one, acquiring wealth, was complete.


    Step two, ensuring that events followed the timeline he knew.


    He needed to keep the story moving in a direction he could predict. If history started to deviate, he would lose his ability to anticipate future events¡ªand that would be far more dangerous than anything else.


    With this in mind, Alex narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Eurystheus, who was attempting to slip away unnoticed.


    "Stop."


    The king froze mid-step, his expression turning stiff.


    Slowly, he turned back, forcing an awkward smile. "Honorable god¡­ do you have further orders?"


    Alex smiled, but there was an undeniable sense of authority in his tone.


    "Aren¡¯t you the king? Aren¡¯t you the one responsible for assigning Heracles his trials?" He patted Heracles on the shoulder and spoke lightly, "If that¡¯s the case, then where do you think you¡¯re going? Get back to your throne and continue assigning his tasks."


    Eurystheus¡¯ face twisted in humiliation.


    This was outright degradation!


    A king, being ordered around like a servant by some unknown foreigner? If it were anyone else, he would have had them executed on the spot!


    But he didn¡¯t dare.


    This enigmatic being had just humiliated him in front of his entire court with a single sword swing¡ªand now he was forcing him to keep issuing challenges to Heracles¡­


    For a moment, Eurystheus felt like his heart was going to explode from sheer frustration. But in the end, he gritted his teeth and forced out a response:


    "¡­Fine. I will assign Heracles his next trial."


    Alex¡¯s eyes grew cold. "I said, get back to your throne and assign his trial from there."


    The king had never been so insulted in his life. First, he was forced to yield, and now, after reluctantly agreeing, he was still being publicly humiliated?!


    But as he glanced at the sword in Alex¡¯s hand, he had no choice but to stiffen his body and take slow, reluctant steps back to his throne.


    "You heard me, didn¡¯t you?" Alex called out.


    The ministers and guards snapped out of their daze and scrambled back to their positions as if their lives depended on it.


    Alex sat back down with a dark expression, his commanding presence leaving the entire court in an unbearable silence.


    He didn¡¯t care. As long as the plot got back on track, that was all that mattered.


    His next goal was to accompany Heracles on his trials and find a way to meet the gods of this world.


    But before that, he needed to travel alongside the demigod himself.


    With that in mind, he turned to Heracles and said casually, "I let him go as you requested. Now, shouldn¡¯t you keep your promise to protect me?"


    A long pause followed.


    Then¡ª


    "Yes, honorable god," Heracles finally replied.


    "No need to call me that. Just call me the Sword God," Alex said with a grin. "And since you¡¯ll be protecting me, we might as well travel together."


    The already awkward atmosphere grew even heavier.


    Alex, is that really how you interpret ¡®protection¡¯?!


    But Heracles, after a moment¡¯s hesitation, finally nodded. "If that is your wish¡­"

 Chapter 3：The Completely Broken Plot

    Eurystheus had originally planned to assign Heracles the task of cleaning the Augean Stables. This task was inherently humiliating¡ªit would force Heracles to shovel dung in a foul-smelling environment, a punishment that was arguably even worse than battle.


    But as his gaze fell upon Alex, who was leisurely counting his gold coins, an inexplicable sense of dread crept into his heart.


    If this so-called "Sword God" also went to the stables¡­


    If he used that ridiculous "100% Always Disarmed" ability again¡­


    At that point, not only would Heracles be kneeling in a pile of manure to catch the sword, but even the cattle might start lining up to do the same¡­


    A shiver ran down Eurystheus'' spine. He immediately abandoned the idea of sending Heracles to clean the stables and hurriedly changed the trial.


    "Your next trial is to drive away the Stymphalian Birds!"


    As soon as he spoke, he cautiously glanced at Alex, worried that he would once again force the storyline back to its original course.


    However, to his surprise, Alex readily accepted the task without any objections.


    He even smiled in satisfaction.


    ¡ªAfter all, he was eager to meet the Greek gods as soon as possible.


    Thus, the same Alex who had just been thinking about restoring the original storyline immediately abandoned that idea on the spot.


    Meanwhile, poor Eurystheus, who had already suffered multiple humiliations due to Alex¡¯s insistence on "following the storyline," had finally seen things return to normal¡ªonly for Alex to toss it all aside in an instant. The only thing Eurystheus could be grateful for was that he had no knowledge of the so-called "plot," and thus, he remained blissfully unaware of how many times he had been humiliated for no reason.


    Heracles and Alex soon arrived at Lake Stymphalus, a place perpetually shrouded in a dark mass of birds, with the stench of decaying flesh lingering in the air.


    These Stymphalian Birds were pets of Ares, the God of War. They had metallic feathers that could be launched like arrows and were known to feast on human flesh.


    Heracles originally planned to observe the birds'' behavior before coming up with a strategy to drive them away.


    However, things did not proceed according to plan.


    Alex accidentally stepped on a branch, and the crisp snap echoed across the lakeshore.


    In an instant, the birds, like arrows startled from their quivers, all turned their heads in unison.


    "Uh¡­ my bad," Alex muttered, taking a step back awkwardly.


    The next moment, the birds flapped their wings furiously, preparing to unleash a deadly storm of metallic feathers upon them!


    Heracles'' expression changed, and he instinctively moved to shield Alex. However¡ª


    Alex drew his sword and swung it down!


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    Then, an utterly bizarre and incomprehensible sight unfolded¡ªone that would leave even the gods speechless.


    Hundreds of Stymphalian Birds thrashed wildly in the air, yet they could not resist the mysterious force compelling them forward.


    One by one, they all swooped toward Alex¡ªand, despite their ferocity, they extended their wings high above their heads, bent one knee in submission¡­


    And, as if following an unbreakable decree, they neatly caught Alex¡¯s sword in their wings!


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Heracles was stunned.


    He had already witnessed soldiers, nobles, and even a king lining up to catch Alex¡¯s sword, and he thought he had become immune to this absurdity.


    But birds, too?!


    Birds???


    Heracles felt his worldview shatter in ways he had never imagined possible.


    He turned to look at Alex, his expression filled with disbelief.


    "¡­As expected of the Sword God."


    The commotion immediately caught the attention of Ares, who had been secretly observing the battle from nearby.


    A flash of crimson light streaked through the sky. Dressed in black battle armor, Ares, the God of War, stood atop his golden chariot, looking down at them with cold indifference.


    His eyes held a glimmer of disdain, and his voice was dripping with arrogance.


    "Mortal, there is no place for you in the land of Greece."


    With just one glance, Ares saw through the so-called "Sword God" and recognized him for what he truly was¡ªa mere mortal.


    Without another word, he raised his spear and hurled it at Alex!


    But Alex swung his sword without hesitation!


    In the very next moment¡ª


    Ares'' expression shifted from arrogance to shock¡­ then to seething fury!


    He leaped from his chariot, discarded all his weapons, and, to Heracles'' utter disbelief¡ª


    He, too, rushed forward and, kneeling alongside the Stymphalian Birds, caught Alex''s sword with both hands!


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Ares'' mind went completely blank.


    Never in his entire existence had he suffered such an unforgivable humiliation.


    Ares¡ªthe great God of War¡ªhad just knelt before a mere mortal and caught his sword.


    His teeth clenched tightly, his face flushed red with rage, and he struggled with all his might, letting out a furious roar:


    "You pathetic mortal! I will tear you apart!"


    Heracles, who had just barely recovered from his shock, quickly stepped in to mediate.


    "Sword God, Ares is the War God of Olympus. This¡­ might be a bit much. At least give him some dignity?"


    But Alex understood all too well¡ªthe moment he let Ares go, the God of War would strike him down immediately.


    Ares'' strength and speed were leagues beyond his own. He wouldn¡¯t even need a weapon¡ªjust a single punch would be enough to end Alex''s life.


    That meant this was the perfect opportunity to test his second ability.


    Trade Enforcement.


    Alex narrowed his eyes and said in a calm tone:


    "Lord Ares, let¡¯s make a deal."


    Ares glared at him, his eyes burning with fury.


    "One gold coin¡ªfor one year of your protection."


    Ares¡¯ anger surged even higher, nearly pushing him into a blind rage.


    "You dare insult me?!"


    "If you refuse, I¡¯ll find the best artist in Greece, have them paint a masterpiece of you kneeling to catch my sword, and display it in every temple on Olympus¡ªfor a hundred years."


    Ares: "¡­¡­"


    His fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged, his muscles tensed with barely restrained rage, but in the end¡ª


    "¡­Fine. I accept!"


    A mysterious voice echoed in Alex¡¯s mind: "Trade completed."


    Hearing those words, Alex grinned with satisfaction and immediately let go of his sword.


    Ares stood up, his face dark and unreadable, his mind drowning in anger.


    He couldn''t kill Alex¡ªnot yet.


    But that didn¡¯t mean someone else couldn¡¯t.


    Ares'' eyes flickered toward the largest Stymphalian Bird, his gaze cold and commanding.


    The bird instantly understood and shot toward Alex like a black arrow, aiming straight for his throat!


    However¡ª


    Before it could reach Alex, Ares¡¯ body moved even faster, completely against his will.


    He threw himself in front of the attack and took the bird¡¯s claws¡ªstraight to the face!


    ¡°BAM¡ª!¡±


    Three deep, bloody scratches appeared across Ares¡¯ face.


    At that moment, Ares finally understood¡ªhis own body was now more loyal to Alex than he was.


    But he could never admit to this disgrace.


    And so, he roared in fury, "You insolent bird! How dare you attack the Sword God!"


    Drawing his sword, he slaughtered every single Stymphalian Bird in one swift motion¡ªeliminating all witnesses.


    What Ares didn¡¯t realize was¡­


    Athena had been secretly watching the entire ordeal from nearby.

 Chapter 4: The Goddess of Wisdom, Athena

    Having made contact with the Greek gods and achieving his goal, it was time for Alex to part ways with Heracles.


    As Heracles departed, Alex''s gaze swept across the surroundings. He knew that, according to the storyline, Athena had been nearby the whole time, ready to make her appearance at any moment. Faced with this situation, he remained calm, smiling slightly, and said in a steady voice, "Come out, Athena, I know you''re there."


    Sure enough, as Alex''s words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.


    Her steps were graceful and composed, carrying an air of natural nobility and an aura of invincibility. Her golden hair flowed like waves, shimmering under the sunlight, casting a cool and mysterious glow. Her deep, penetrating eyes resembled the brightest stars in the night sky, glinting with wisdom and authority, as if they could see through the thoughts of anyone. Her skin was as white as snow, smooth to the touch, yet exuded a chilling aura, as if she were born to be untouchable, capable of effortlessly crushing all challengers. Her golden armor, light as a feather, traced the outline of her perfect figure, with no excess, revealing her divine and inviolable presence.


    Every glance, every movement she made, was enough to make one unable to look directly at her, yet unable to take their eyes off her. Her beauty wasn¡¯t just delicate, but carried a pressure and shock that far exceeded that of any mortal, making anyone feel inadequate in comparison.


    Athena had appeared.


    However, she seemed somewhat embarrassed by the sudden exposure, and was also taken aback by Alex''s confidence. War God Ares stood to the side, stunned by the scene, both angry and embarrassed¡ªclearly, Athena had seen his earlier humiliating actions.


    Alex smirked inwardly but kept his composure outwardly. "Athena, I am the Sword God from the New World. I¡¯ve come here today in hopes of forming an alliance with you."


    Athena raised an eyebrow slightly, responding coldly, ¡°You are nothing but a mortal. How dare you claim to be a god?¡± Her tone was filled with clear disdain and wariness. ¡°What can you do? Why should I cooperate with you?¡±This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Alex wasn¡¯t angered; instead, he chuckled lightly, ¡°Don¡¯t you want to hear my plan?¡± He said it casually, as if offering a chance. ¡°It might just be a good opportunity for you.¡±


    Athena turned to leave. ¡°I¡¯m not interested.¡±


    At that moment, as Athena turned, Alex''s gaze grew cold. Both Alex and Ares exchanged a brief look¡ªclearly, neither wanted to miss this chance.


    Without warning, Alex activated his "100% Unarmed Weapon Catch" skill. In an instant, the blade sliced through the air. Athena, who had been preparing to ascend, was unexpectedly yanked back by the force. She swiftly discarded all her weapons and flew backwards, landing on one knee and catching Alex''s bronze sword with ease.


    Athena¡¯s face changed immediately. She had never expected to fall victim to this. Shocked and furious, she had no choice but to keep silent, her gaze fixed on Alex.


    Ares, seeing this, was in a great mood. He looked at Athena and couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Ha, even the Goddess of Wisdom didn¡¯t escape this. Truly splendid! If she were really wise, she should¡¯ve just run when she had the chance.¡±


    Athena¡¯s face darkened, but she remained smart enough to keep silent. She knew that no matter what she said, she couldn¡¯t reverse the situation now.


    Alex smiled faintly, his tone casual: ¡°You should listen to my plan, Athena. It will benefit you.¡±


    Although Athena was deeply displeased, she didn¡¯t immediately retort. Alex continued, ¡°Zeus, as the king of the gods, refuses to build his own divine kingdom and spends his days in indulgence. He initially wanted to erase your existence, but after your birth, he became obsessed with your beauty. I heard of his lecherous reputation all the way from the New World.¡± Alex''s voice was low but powerful. ¡°My purpose here is to make Zeus loyal, to make him truly love Hera.¡±


    ¡°With this, you no longer need to worry about his gaze. This would be a good thing for every goddess,¡± Alex continued, meeting Athena¡¯s gaze directly.


    Before Alex finished speaking, Athena quickly replied, ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll join. Let me up.¡±


    Alex nodded, his voice clear: ¡°As long as you agree to protect me with all your strength for a year in exchange for one gold coin and join my plan, I will let you up.¡±


    Though Athena was reluctant, she knew she had no choice but to agree. ¡°Fine, I agree.¡±


    Alex knew that part of what he said wasn¡¯t entirely true. The task only required ¡°Zeus to truly love Hera¡±, without specifying how long this love needed to last. Perhaps a single second would suffice to complete the task. And if Athena helped him fully, he could help eliminate her worries with Zeus.