Cronus' system: Against the gods

Hercules staggered as he struggled to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him. Blood streamed from a deep gash on his forehead, trickling down to his jawline. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale accompanied by a sharp wince of pain. Yet, his voice was as steady as the resolve in his eyes.

"What are you doing here, young warrior? And what in Hades just happened?" he asked, swaying slightly but refusing to fall again.

Rex rushed to his side, wrapping an arm around the massive demigod's waist to support him. The weight was nearly unbearable; Hercules' muscular frame felt like an anvil pressing down on Rex's smaller body. Gritting his teeth, Rex planted his feet firmly on the unstable ground and braced himself.

"You almost got killed, that's what happened," Rex grunted, straining under the burden. "And I...well, let's just say you owe me one."

Hercules glanced at Rex, a flicker of gratitude flashing through the pain in his eyes, but their brief exchange was interrupted by Lucius' voice, a sharp, thunderous roar that cut through the air like a blade.

"Time… manipulation!" Lucius' crimson eyes were wide, filled with an uncharacteristic mixture of astonishment and rage. Shadows writhed around him, lashing out at the air like restless serpents. "You… That's your power? How? Tell me, what god bestowed such a gift upon you?!"

The shadows around Lucius began to twist and coil more violently, responding to his growing fury. His aura, dark and suffocating, spread across the battlefield like a storm cloud descending upon the earth. The temperature seemed to drop, and the air itself became dense, making it harder to breathe.

Rex's chest tightened painfully, and his knees buckled under the oppressive weight. He gasped for air, his vision blurring as the invisible force pressed down on him with increasing intensity. Even Hercules, mighty as he was, fell to one knee beside him, his face grimacing as blood dripped from his lips.

The living shadows that surrounded Lucius quivered, their agitation palpable as they mirrored the ferocity of their master. To Rex, it felt as though gravity had been reversed, but instead of pulling him upward, it crushed him downward with merciless force.

Lucius began to advance, his movements deliberate and predatory. His gaze never wavered from Rex, his eyes burning with a hunger that transcended mere ambition.

"Who cares about the Head Families now?" Lucius muttered, his voice low and venomous, yet carrying an edge of manic excitement. "Seraphina's power… Astral City… none of it matters. If I take that time power, the world will kneel before me. No," his voice dropped to a whisper, chilling in its intensity, "even that arrogant fool who granted me my godhood will grovel at my feet."

The ground cracked beneath Lucius' steps, small fissures spreading outward as if the earth itself recoiled from his presence. Rex tried to move, to summon even the faintest glimmer of his power, but his body refused to respond. The crushing aura pinned him in place, helpless and exposed as Lucius drew closer.

"Move…" Rex whispered to himself, his voice trembling with both fear and defiance. "Move, dammit…"

Lucius smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He raised his hand, tendrils of shadow snaking forward toward Rex, their movements serpentine and deliberate, like hunters savoring the moment before the kill.

Then—

BOOM!

A deafening roar shattered the suffocating silence as Hercules slammed his massive fist into the ground with the force of a divine quake. The earth groaned and trembled beneath the impact, a deep chasm splitting the battlefield apart. The jagged divide surged forward, separating Lucius from the two warriors in a sudden, explosive rupture. Dust and debris filled the air as the ground beneath Lucius' feet shifted, forcing him to halt his advance.

Hercules rose to his full height, his battered form radiating an unyielding determination. His lion-skin cloak billowed in the wind stirred by the seismic eruption, its tattered edges fluttering like a banner of defiance. He stood firm, his hand resting heavily on his club as he glared across the chasm at Lucius.

"Not today, shadow boy," Hercules growled, his voice low but filled with unshakable resolve. "If you want him, you'll have to go through me first."

"You! You can still dance?" Lucius laughed and then clasped both of his hands together, letting out a colossal roar "Shadow possession!"

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"ARRK!!!"

Hercules' scream tore through the air, raw and guttural, as his body convulsed violently. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, as though some unseen force had taken hold of him from the inside out. His chest heaved, and his fists clenched, but it was as though his body no longer obeyed him. His legs trembled beneath him, and his head jerked unnaturally from side to side, as if battling an invisible tormentor.

It was as if his very blood had turned against him, a foreign power slithering through his veins, squeezing, suffocating, breaking him from the inside out.

"What the hell is going on?!" Rex's voice cracked, his eyes wide with terror. His heart pounded in his chest, the sight of Hercules, the unstoppable demigod reduced to this trembling, helpless wreck shattered something inside him. Every instinct screamed to help, but he was frozen, paralyzed by a creeping dread he couldn't shake.

Lucius stood nearby, his eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction, his grin stretching wider, darker. He reveled in the twisted spectacle before him, the power he wielded over Hercules a testament to his supremacy.

"While we were fighting..." Lucius' voice was cold and filled with dark amusement, his gaze fixed on Hercules' limp, writhing form. "I had some of my shadows slip beneath his skin, pass through his pores like a disease, infecting his blood. Every inch of his body is mine to command now. His muscles, his nerves, even his soul. They all bend to my will, just like these shadows."

The shadows, which had been swirling at Lucius' feet like living smoke, began to pulse with a dark, rhythmic energy, growing more tangible and sinister. They crept across the ground toward Hercules, and with each slow, deliberate movement, the demigod's body twitched and jerked more violently, as if it were no longer his own. His eyes rolled back in his head, a terrifying mix of pain and rage etched into his face, but there was nothing he could do to fight it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rex's stomach churned, the sight almost too much to bear. Hercules, the symbol of strength and defiance, was now nothing more than a puppet, strung together by the dark strings of Lucius' power. The darkness that coiled around Hercules seemed to feed off his struggle, twisting and tightening, squeezing him into submission.

"No..." Rex whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Lucius' grin never wavered, but there was a cold, calculating malice in his eyes as he watched the torment unfold. "This is just the beginning. Hercules is strong, but even he is no match for the power of the shadows. he should have stayed out of my way.

"Dost thou tremble, young warrior?" Cronus' voice thundered within Rex's mind, resonating like the strike of a great celestial hammer. The words cut through the suffocating despair, shaking Rex to his core. "I did not bestow my powers upon a weak-minded boy, did I? Where is the jester, Rex, who can laugh in the face of calamity, who mocks the storm even as it howls?"

The words struck like a bolt of clarity, scattering the dark fog of fear that had gripped Rex. His trembling stopped. His breath steadied. Slowly, a crooked smile tugged at his lips, even as shadows writhed and chaos swirled around him.

"You are my chosen, a trickster born to unravel the threads of fate. Rise, Rex Xander, and remind the gods why they fear mortals who dare to defy."

"Thanks for the reminder, Crony," Rex murmured, the nickname carrying a casual defiance as if he were speaking to an old friend instead of an ancient god. He stooped his head down, his expression shifting, serious yet mischievous. A quiet intensity flickered in his eyes, one that spoke of resolve but also of an indomitable spirit that refused to crumble.

When he raised his head again, his eyes blazed like twin stars. Aether energy coursed through them, crackling with raw power, while the intricate patterns of the God's Eyes activated, casting an otherworldly glow. The air around Rex seemed to hum with latent energy, as if the universe itself held its breath.

In his vision, the battlefield transformed. The chaos around him wasn't just chaos anymore—it was information. Threads of possibility unraveled before him like an infinite web. He saw everything: the status of every object and being, the flickering auras of their strengths and weaknesses, the tension of every shadow, the faint glimmers of opportunities hiding in plain sight. Hercules' corrupted form glowed faintly with the remnants of his indomitable spirit, the shadows' properties writhed with volatile potential, and even Lucius himself was not impervious.

Everything was a piece of a puzzle, a puzzle Rex was born to solve.

"Let's teach this fool just how funny life can be," Rex said, his smirk widening into a grin that radiated both determination and reckless confidence. His voice carried a mocking edge, but beneath it lay a storm of calculated intent.

With a flick of his wrist, Aether surged around him, forming an aura so brilliant it drowned out the gloom of Lucius' shadows. The pressure that had once pinned him down shattered like brittle glass, and the ground beneath him cracked as if unable to withstand the sudden burst of his energy.