In northern Greece, on top of Mount Olympus, which is between the Thessaly and Macedonia regions.

  Viktor, Superman, and Shazam were floating high above the mountain peak.

  Superman's strong palm rested on Viktor's shoulder with concern and worry in his eyes.

  "Are you sure you can do this alone?"

  "This was Batman's pn, right?"

  He shot Superman a gnce, and the meaning was obvious.

  'If you think it won't work, you can always go talk to Batman anytime.'

  Superman ughed awkwardly and removed his hand. However, Shazam's attention had drifted in a completely different direction.

  "Hey, I'm not trying to criticize your fashion sense, but… isn't that outfit kind of not suited for fighting?"

  Shazam raised his eyebrows and looked at the oversized gray hoodie he was wearing.

  The hoodie was something Tom had dug out of a closet during the first few days after he arrived on Earth.

  It was winter in the Mediterranean, and they were high up on the mountain, over five hundred meters above the ground.

  The cold, damp wind passed through the gaps between the three of them, making Viktor's hood fp in the wind.

  Shazam's eyes kept following the hood as it tossed in the wind.

  "Your hood looks like it's about to fly off at any moment."

  Superman had also noticed Viktor's outfit, and his body shifted ever so slightly toward the direction of the North Pole.

  "The Fortress of Solitude has a suit-design function. If you need it, I can quickly make you a new one right now, and it won't take long at all."

  "Then I'd have to change into a tight suit, right here, at the top of Mount Olympus, with nothing but the cold air around me?"

  Viktor was struggling to keep a straight face.

  "That's a great idea. We might not even need to manually open the gateway to the divine realm. Those gods would definitely lose it and rush out the second they saw us."

  He shook his head at Superman, then crossed his arms and pulled the gray-white hoodie up from his waist, stripping it off completely.

  Beneath it was Viktor in his bck-and-grey Viltrumite battle suit. He handed the hoodie to Superman.

  "I hope you keep this safe while I'm not here. I don't have many casual clothes on Earth."

  Shazam's gaze flicked oddly toward the bck battle skirt extending down from Viktor's waist.

  Viktor's face felt unusually warm.

  In fact, Viktor wanted to refuse this design when he was younger. Clearly, the Viltrumites, who really cared about tradition, didn't approve of his style.

  Strictly speaking, if he hadn't managed to escape back then, Viktor would have had to grow a mustache on his upper lip because that was also one of the traditions.

  Superman, on the other hand, is more accepting of different styles. He didn't comment on the strange cloth covering him, but he did praise the color design.

  "The dark color design looks cool."

  Viktor's fingers brushed across his chest, which deliberately thickened paint the Titanians had applied to hide the Viltrum's symbol.

  He shook his head and said nothing.

  A completely bck Batwing quietly nded in a field not far from Mount Olympus.

  Batman's deep voice came through their earpieces.

  "We still have ten seconds until the time calcuted by Cyborg. I hope everyone is ready."

  Superman carefully folded Viktor's hoodie, nodded to the other two, and flew a short distance away.

  Shazam tilted his head back toward the sky, taking several deep breaths, shaking out his hands to stay loose.

  "Remember to rex. The st thing I want is to get hit by a lightningbolt in an accident."

  Viktor said nothing more and just quietly stared ahead.

  Cyborg's electronic voice began the countdown.

  "5."

  "4."

  "3."

  Shazam raised both hands to the sky and took a deep breath.

  "2."

  The front of the Batwing lifted, and a blue energy beam, designed to tear through space, shot toward the sky above the mountain.

  "Now!"

  "SHAZAM!!!"

  Zeus's magical lightning and the hidden divine power within Viktor's body reached out for each other.

  In the blink of an eye, the three forces formed a deep, swirling vortex of space. The next moment, Viktor's eyes lost all sense of color and sky.

  After several disorienting seconds of spinning darkness, a fresh scent of grass and pnts suddenly filled Viktor's nose.

  He opened his eyes, and the ground beneath him was smooth, like a mirror, made of white-gray stone tiles.

  The road was wide enough for a dozen warhorses to walk side by side, stretching into the misty distance.

  On either side of the road stood tall white marble columns, which were covered in carvings of twisting vines and branches with half-open flowers and ivy leaves wrapped around them.

  "Please follow me."

  A clear, emotionless voice echoed, and Viktor turned to see a figure standing not far away.

  The messenger wore a silver-gray, short-waisted robe, with a belt embedded with sapphires at the waist.

  What caught his eye were the boots, and each side was adorned with a small golden wing that fluttered gently.

  Viktor lifted his gaze to meet the messenger's eyes, intending to see the attitude of a god from their expression.

  However, upon looking up, all he saw was a bottomless, dark abyss—bck as night, with not a hint of white in the eyes.

  There was no way to read any emotion, just an overwhelming sense of calm.

  "Heh, I thought I'd be greeted with thunder and lightning as soon as I entered."

  The messenger didn't respond. He simply turned and walked deeper down the stone road, apparently certain Viktor would follow.

  Viktor paused for a moment, and the emotions in his eyes quickly vanished.

  He didn't understand Mount Olympus, but this wasn't the first time he'd stepped into the territory of an alien civilization.

  He stepped forward to catch up with the messenger, with the feeling that his body's energy started to stir with each step.

  The two walked in silence, and the golden patterns embedded in the cracks of the tiles grew more and more frequent as they went deeper.

  Soon, a massive temple appeared ahead. The dome had a curved shape with carvings of the sun, moon, and stars.

  In front of the temple was a wide pza, at the center of which stood a towering statue holding a thunderbolt with an imposing expression.

  On either side of the pza stood twelve giant stone pilrs, and three figures stood among them.

  The figure at the front wore pitch-bck armor, exuding the murderous aura that Viktor was most familiar with.

  To the left, about ten meters away, a woman with blonde hair and a cold gaze was studying Viktor.

  She wore a beautiful red dress with golden olive branch patterns embroidered on the hem and golden arm guards that looked like ce made of metal.

  On the other side was a massive inhuman figure, standing nearly three meters tall with his upper body and arms resembling flowing molten va, holding a huge, long-handled hammer in his hands.

  This man was so tall that the clouds and fog covered his face and expression.

  The messenger's figure silently turned transparent and disappeared.

  On the left side of the temple, Diana was tightly bound to a stone pilr by the Lasso of Truth.

  After seeing Viktor appear alone, Diana's eyes immediately fshed with surprise and concern.

  "You despicable mortal! How dare you steal the golden apple!"

  The man in the armor stepped forward first, and his voice filled with anger.

  "To desecrate the authority of the gods—today shall be your death!"

  Viktor completely ignored the angry rebuke, tilting his head to gnce past him and carefully assessing Diana's condition.

  She appeared to be a captive with some kind of magical binding around her throat that prevented her from speaking.

  However, Diana's hair was perfectly in pce, and not a single strand was out of pce.

  'Batman was right... There was something else the gods were after?'

  'How interesting.'

  'How on earth did he figure that out?

  After being ignored, Ares seemed completely angry, and his crimson gaze, visible through the gaps in his helmet, locked onto Viktor with a deadly gre.

  "How dare you disrespect me like this?"

  Viktor slowly turned his head, shifting his angle to meet those crimson eyes with his own gaze.

  "Mortal! You—"

  "BOOM!"

  Before Ares could finish his sentence, a powerful punch sent him flying, his entire body rocketing through the air.

  The goddess in a red dress stood, dumbfounded, as Ares crashed through the sky, creating four sonic booms as he disappeared into the sky.

  Instinctively, she summoned her spear and shield in her hands, but when she looked up, she saw that Viktor was already at Diana's side.

  "Don't worry."

  A deep, rumbling voice came from the three-meter-tall giant.

  "I know that sso well. Even Superman couldn't—"

  Viktor's hands never touched the gleaming golden sso at all.

  He simply wrapped his arm around the stone column and drove his fingers directly into the pilr itself like steel nails.

  After taking a deep breath, Viktor twisted and pulled, making a loud cracking sound as he ripped the entire stone pilr out of the ground.

  He smmed his feet into the ground, creating two massive craters, and his leg muscles bulged as he squeezed every bit of power into a single moment.

  "HERE WE GO!"

  Viktor's muffled roar came through the communicator in the Batwing, and Cyborg immediately brought up thousands of data on the computer screen.

  Superman and Shazam both focused intently on the spot where Viktor had just vanished just moments before.

  Shazam's face showed a mix of disbelief and shock.

  "That fast?"