Percy Jackson - The Record of The Journey of a Mortal Who Become a God

The sky looked like a majestic painting; the stars and moon shone beautifully, illuminating the land below.

The demigod camp was immersed in the silence of the night, with the exception of a few demigods. Those who had been selected to stand guard, a necessary activity for the demigods, as no one knew when the camp might be attacked by many monsters.

Despite having a protective barrier, what if one day it were to break?

Taking this into consideration, Chiron shaped this activity, which served both to prevent this and as good mental training for the campers. Keeping them vigilant during the night, they learn to be cautious when leaving here for the world outside.

Sitting on the beach of the demigod camp was a young man whose beauty could not be described with mere words. For many campers, he was the prince of their dreams; for others, he was the Devil himself... Very charming and capable of leading you down the wrong path without much effort.

Ikki let out a sigh and looked at the sea gently lapping at the shore. It had been several days since his and Percy's claiming; a lot had changed during those days. People were tense upon learning that two children of the Big Three were among them after years.

Well, his friend felt disheartened by seeing all the campers treating him like some sort of plague. But thanks to his presence and Grover's, he was holding his ground.

As was natural, he went to his father's Cabin the day after his claiming. Chiron assigned him to Poseidon's Cabin, where he now had all the privacy in the world, something that in his view was very good.

He was also relocated to Zeus's Cabin, where there was even a statue of his father in the middle of the bunk beds, which was somewhat disturbing.

His mind was filled with questions like how his mother, who was a wonderful woman, fell in love with a man who literally spared no hole? How exactly did no one know he was a son of Zeus? How did he not access his powers? All of this created a whirlwind of doubts and emotions within him.

He remembered how the demigods seemed to have seen a ghost that day; even Chiron looked surprised, which made him feel unwanted and rejected. To be more specific, his existence as the son of the King of Olympus was so unexpected that no one seemed to have suspected it.

To avoid being swept away by this, he turned all his focus to trying to become stronger.

After trying for several days, he discovered that he was unable to use his demigod powers, which was not news since he had tried for years with no success. It was naive to think that knowing what his powers were could release them for his use.

Fortunately, he had ways to create similar powers.

He transformed his [Source] into the purest energy of lightning and mixed it with his Qi to form the ability he called [Kansas Baal Law], whose effect was to create, manipulate, and transform lightning into what he desired, being able to literally create constructs of electric energy, generate powerful enough bolts to destroy entire islands, create electric armor to boost his defense, attack, and also his speed, among many other uses.

Through this ability, he created several techniques.

For example, one of them is [Thunder Finger], where he could literally point his finger and make a finger made of pure lightning the size of a mountain shoot forward and hit his enemy at instantaneous speed, or [Thunder Body] which transformed his body into lightning to move so fast that he almost reached the speed of light, not to mention that he also created [Susanoo's Armor] which covered his body with condensed lightning for defense.

Since his "father" also had weather manipulation, he made this mystical art able to do so, giving it the power to alter and control the weather at will, manipulating various weather-related elements like air, water, and electricity in different forms, as well as causing changes in precipitation, humidity, temperature, and atmospheric pressure.

With this, he is capable of giving rise to various natural phenomena such as heavy rain, gales, snowstorms, etc. And control the intensity of the weather, whether just in a more limited environment like inside a room or in larger areas like countries or even entire continents.

He also created his superpower, the ability to fly by emulating special energies that grant this through his 'Source'.

With this, he basically had almost all the powers of a normal son of Zeus.

As for the reasons he was unable to use them, he deduced that he would need time to progress in his [Artificial Divinity] and be able to access his genetic code, understanding the reasons for not being able to use powers he should inherit from his father.

Speaking of his ability, he had altered some things about his existence in the last few days since he created it.

For example, now he has a very powerful 'psychic' neurological system that intuitively alters the wiring and functions of his cerebellum, allowing him to enhance his intelligence impeccably to acquire perception and knowledge to learn everything: play any musical instrument, practice sports, speak any language, memorize anything.

With the continuous manipulation of the cerebellum instinctively, he could unlock and develop functions of his brain that open various forms of intelligence, allowing him to discover and understand new concepts, basically making him capable of knowing absolutely everything. With these developments, he can even acquire psychic powers or reach higher levels of information and intelligence, beyond the original brain system...

It reached such an absurd level that in the demigod camp library, the Athena Cabin, he literally understood and learned Latin instantly, followed by all the languages available at the site, just by reading some books that were in different languages. Skipping all the learning that an ordinary person would have to go through.

Not only that, he began to understand the step-by-step to victory in all situations, basically another superpower; capable of perceiving the manual series of steps that need to be taken to achieve what is possible in his desired outcome, as well as being able to perfectly follow this series of steps without failures. If the path to victory is interfered with or blocked, his own brain automatically adapts to the interference or blockage and provides him with a new series of steps that ensure his victory.

With all these enhancements, he was confident in doing what he wanted today...

Ikki took a deep breath before closing his eyes. His total focus on increasing his brain was to have the opportunity to understand even more of the [Nameless Manual] in his mind, but soon he discovered that even though he had become 'smarter', it seemed useless; comprehension did not accelerate.

Fortunately, due to his years of effort, he managed to have a taste of that obscure record.

In the realm between concepts, his mind wandered like a wanderer without destination, time and space were nothing more than an obsolete human measurement or compression. Among a myriad of concepts beyond human compression, his mind roamed...

Soul...

What is the Soul?

The Soul is the essence of Being, where emotions, feelings, and thoughts reside, and it is where the bricks that build you, your personality, and character are found.

Life is governed by a sacred trinity, constituted by body, spirit, and soul. An individual is only complete when the three are in perfect harmony.

The Soul is what you are; thus, you, as an individual, interact with the environment through your body, but it is your Spirit that makes this connection.

Someone without a Soul is a dead being, mentally and physically, considered merely a puppet with its strings cut, an empty sack.

Imagine, puppeteer, one who manipulates puppets, visualize also the strings tied to the puppet, and now think of the puppet itself.

Thus, we have a trinity: the one who commands everything, the maestro of actions, the puppeteer, an analogy of the Soul.

In second place, we have the strings, representatives of the Spirit, connecting the puppeteer's fingers to the puppet's limbs and other functions.

Lastly, but not less importantly, we have the puppet itself, which we can perfectly imagine as the body itself.

We arrive at a simple understanding, where the puppet (Body) is controlled by the Being (Soul) through the strings (Spirit).

This is the wonder of life, the perfect harmony between things so different, but which fit perfectly into the creation of the masterpiece of Existence, Life!

Where did all this come from? Who imagined it? Was it by chance? Was it planned? Was it architected? Was there a supreme mind behind all this?

What is Existence? Why is life here? What is life?

He had no answer, but he was sure that one day in his future, he would transcend the shackles of uncertainty, ascend beyond the limits of probability, rise above semantics, know the epitome of knowledge, the depth of death, and the beauty of life.

"Being the light that crosses the deepest 'darkness'..."

His mind had just comprehended another word, and he felt his existence rising once again.

For a moment, it seemed that his whole body was vibrating with a strange rhythm. It was as if the stars, all the elements, and the entire universe were resonating with him while carrying a thread of a beautiful feeling of happiness and endless power.

He could feel every grain of sand around him, feel every drop of seawater in front of him, every muscle movement of the fish swimming, of the campers sleeping inside their cabins, the change of air in the atmosphere, and even everything happening within the country was under his control...

His understanding of the world had reached the level of "Enlightenment" described in Buddhism; he could feel and understand everything with extreme ease, feeling as if he were becoming the universe itself.

His soul, which was a mere mortal reflection, had become something that bordered on the divine, taking the form of a "Void," as if something was missing in his core — a concept.

Despite that, he could feel that he was capable of wielding his soul for countless feats, able to reach the "soul" of other people through physical confrontation. In other words, he had the power to simply destroy someone's soul with a casual strike. Furthermore, an entire sea of effects awaited his exploration...

As for his body, he felt he had enough strength to move a planet with ease and move as fast as light, but it was only a vague feeling.

What had changed the most was his 'Source' which had simply become something almost infinite.

After adapting to the changes within himself, he ceased to comprehend the dark record in his mind.

Feeling the infinite 'energy' coursing through his body, Ikki felt more confident to face the enemies of this world; he opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

It was as if he had been reborn completely.

His power had risen to another dimension on this feasible day; now he had no fear of confronting any being of this world.

Even Supreme Gods of their own pantheons, he felt confident to face them and come out on top.

Releasing a relaxed breath, he stretched and got up. Although the increase in his physical attributes had soared, his control over his body remained perfect, so he had no issue because of that.

Ikki looked at the sky getting brighter, seeing the first rays of light from the day's star; he felt that if he wanted, he could extinguish the sun itself with a casual kick. Whether it was merely a feeling or a reality, he would only know if he tried... but he was not inclined to deal with all the consequences of that.

He got up from where he had spent the whole night sitting and walked towards Zeus's cabin.

If anyone looked at him at that moment, they would be surprised.

His appearance remained perfect, but his posture and aura were different from before.

Before, the sensation he conveyed was one of immeasurable calm and unparalleled serenity, as if even if heaven and earth were undergoing their inevitable destruction, he would remain calm, and his serenity gave the impression that the mundane world did not affect him at all.

He still conveyed that feeling, but it seemed more extraordinary and graceful, relaxed and unconcerned, and most importantly, he was filled with an imposing imperial aura, very condensed, vast, and carried the inspiring power of an immortal sovereign descending into the mortal world.

This aura felt entirely natural, as if it came from the core of his soul. The incomparable pride of a King seemed to have been sculpted into his bones overnight.

The [Evolution] of his soul made his nature visible, that of a king who was born to be above all.

Although, not even he had noticed that.