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Assistant: Title: Rebirth of the Homeric
        Author: Smokey_Lolipop Smokey_Lolipop 
        Chapter: 5/5 
        Summary: Odysseus, a grieving man, sets out to uncover the truth behind his family’s tragedy. Thalassinos - Poseidon cloaked in human skin - offers his aid, not out of kindness, but to witness the fall of the clever king once more. What seems to be a simple case turns out to be far more twisted than they anticipated. The deeper they dug, the more they descended into a maze of lies, strange coincidences, and blurred lines between present crimes and past sins. A past Odysseus has yet to remember...________________________________________An Epic the Musical: Reincarnated AUCo-creator of the AU: NakariiaLe (You can check him out on Twitter, Instagram and TikTok)Writing & plot: MeTranslating & drawing: NathanThis fanfic based on Epic the Musical, Greek mythology and the plot is inspired from "Monster" by Naoki Urasawa
        Contents: Chapter 5: That Fateful Day
    

    


      
        
          YAYYYYYYYYYYY!!! FINALLY!! MINE AND NATE'S FAVE CHAPTER!!!I don't wanna spoil much about this chapter except I hope ya guys have a wonderful experience reading this hehe >:)))))))Oh and say hi to Poseidon for me!!
            
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    The manager moved with confidence, her heels tapping a steady rhythm along the wooden corridor. Each step echoing evenly through the hushed hallway.Odysseus followed the smaller woman, eyes quietly taking in his surroundings, from the neatly hung paintings on the walls to the amber light casting warm reflections on the polished floor. Just the hallway’s layout alone, he could sense the wealth and influence behind the Blue Tempest’s owner. The very air seemed to thicken around him, leaving his throat uncomfortably dry.They stopped in front of a broad wooden door at the end of the hallway. The manager stepped forward and knocked three times, her voice soft and composed as she spoke.“Mr. Kyriakou, the guest has arrived.”After making the announcement, the manager gave Odysseus a slight bow and returned to her unfinished work.Several minutes passed by in silence, then came a man's voice; one so thick and coarse, but oddly captivating.Odysseus couldn’t help but wonder why it evoked the salt and sway of the sea. The sound reminded him so much of the vast blue ocean: ancient, dangerous, like waves slowly wearing down a cliffside over centuries…The comparison alone sent a shiver down Odysseus’s spine.“Come in.”Hearing the call from within, he took a deep breath, his hand hovering for a moment on the handle as the man tried to steady his anxious mind. Finally, he entered. Behind him, the door creaked shut, sealing Odysseus off from the outside world.Upon entering, he stepped into a room styled in classic Mediterranean elegance, accented with subtle sophistication and a faint aroma of cedarwood lingering in the air. To the left of the wooden desk, a wide glass door stood tall, opened onto a breathtaking view of the sea, stretching endlessly into the horizon. At the center, a set of reception tables and sofa sat in perfect order. The space radiated refined simplicity and quiet grace, without being excessive. It was tasteful, not ostentatious.On the leather sofa sat a middle-aged man, legs crossed in a posture that was both relaxed and imposing. Despite his seemingly casual demeanor, the air around him was charged with an undeniable sense of power.His tanned skin and finely sculpted features spoke of experience and resilience. A thick, well-groomed beard framed his face, enhancing the ruggedness of the man’s face. His long dark silver-gray hair fell loosely over his shoulders, with a few strands brushing his forehead, while a part of it was tied back in a simple bun, an effortless touch that further enhanced his magnetic charm.He wore a low-cut black shirt that subtly revealed his broad chest, a striking tattoo etched across his right shoulder. Around the man’s neck hung a gold chain, its centerpiece a single fang resting proudly against his skin. The sleeves were rolled to the elbows, paired seamlessly with dark blue jeans and glossy black leather shoes. A pair of long gold earrings dangled from his ears, catching lights with every subtle turn of his head, completing the look with casual elegance.The older man looked like he had just stepped off a fashion magazine cover; confident, charismatic, and undeniably attractive. It was easy to see that the man in front of Odysseus was a true playboy. And yet, beneath all his charm lay something far more commanding. Like a king on his throne, he exuded both power and danger, the kind of man everyone wanted as an ally, and nobody dared to cross.Although the man’s appearance struck Odysseus as vaguely familiar, he quickly pushed the thought aside, dismissing it as irrelevant in the current tense moment.Confronting with such an arrogant and imposing figure, Odysseus felt a brief pang of discomfort. He swallowed nervously, steadying himself before taking a seat on the opposite side. Extending his hand, he calmly introduced himself.“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Kyriakou. I’m Odysseus Vasileiou.”The man across from him paused, his unreadable gaze lingering on the hand extended in front of him. When he finally took it, his grip was so crushing that Odysseus felt his bones might break under the pressure.“Odysseus, I've heard briefly about your situation. I’m Thalassinos Kyriakou, owner of Blue Tempest.”Odysseus couldn’t tell if it was just his paranoia playing tricks, but for a fleeting moment, he saw a faint frown tug at the man’s features. A chilling glint flashed in his sapphire eyes, gone in a blink. Was it hatred? Or the calculated look of someone who knew all too well how easily the world bent to money and power?But like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, the expression vanished before Odysseus could fully register it, leaving no trace it had ever been there.It wasn’t until Thalassinos released his grip that Odysseus realized his hand had already turned red, knuckles nearly numb from the pain. He had a feeling he'd made a bad impression. His pulse quickened. He couldn’t afford to let the situation spiral out of control. Odysseus needed whatever information this man held about the young man. At any cost.“Could you explain why you asked to meet with me? I’ve heard the basics from the staff, but I’d like to hear the full details directly from you.”Odysseus hesitated, the uncertainty churning in his chest, but he pressed on and began to tell the story of “his nephew, Tychon.”While Odysseus spun his tale, Thalassinos simply sat in silence, the man’s fierce eyes never leaving the other. He noted everything, from the sorrow in Odysseus’s expressions to the subtle shifts in his gestures, even the glimmer of tears gathering in those deep turquoise eyes couldn’t escape his notice.So deeply immersed in his role, Odysseus failed to notice the expression on the man across from him slowly darkening. Thalassinos’s fingers tightened around the glass, making the amber liquid inside shivered with the he kept barely restrained. Each of Odysseus’s words landed like a dull blade, sawing through what little patience he had left.The muscles in his arm coiled with tension, straining to contain his rage. He fought the urge to pick up the bottle and smash it straight over the head of the audacious fool who dared to deceive the god sitting right in front of him.
  More than three thousand years have passed, and you're still as cunning as ever, King of Ithaca!
Thalassinos was never just an ordinary racecourse owner. Oh, absolutely not. Beneath the lavish, luxurious exterior lay the authority of a mighty force, veiled in flesh. He was none other than Poseidon, the legendary god of the seven seas, Earth-Shaker, Storm-Bringer, Tamer of Horses. The immortalized deity of ancient myth, now quietly walking among the modern world.He was also the very god Odysseus had once defied and humiliated on his journey home three millennia ago, turning him into a laughingstock on Olympus for years.
After everything Odysseus had done to his cyclops son, and the blasphemy of using the sea god's own sacred trident to torture and slander him, Poseidon could never simply bury his grudge, even after three thousand years.
Though he had devised another punishment at the time, but to the god, it had been far too light and far too merciful, given the grievous sins the arrogant king had committed. Even now, Poseidon resented that he hadn't been able to sink Ithaca himself and bury everything Odysseus held dear, all because of an oath sworn before the River Styx.Perhaps even the Fate sisters found his defeat too ridiculous to ignore. So, for their own twisted amusement, they orchestrated a reunion between Poseidon and his old nemesis, staged like a scene ripped straight out of a cheesy high school romance.Just yesterday morning, he had been heading to meet a woman he recently matched with on Tinder. But as he approached the café, some clueless b@st@rd suddenly bumped right into him from behind, sending his cigarette flying onto the cold ground. Irritated, Poseidon spun around, fully prepared to curse out whoever had the nerve to not watch where they were going.The second he locked eyes with the familiar face that still haunted his many dreams, every nerve in Poseidon's body short-circuited. His mind immediately went blank, utterly paralyzed. Screen shut down, wheel spun, waiting for a restart. All that remained in the aftermath of the mental crash was a single, bolded, underlined, all-caps thought:
  
    
      HUH?
    
  
By the time Poseidon's brain managed to reboot, Odysseus was already gone. Still half-convinced he’d imagined the whole thing, Poseidon did the only thing that made sense, he called his brother in the Underworld to confirm it.Although he had suspected the answer, the revelation still hit him hard. The man he had encountered was none other than the reincarnation of Odysseus, the King of Ithaca, the legendary hero whose epic journey home had been sung across centuries.Through Hades, Poseidon also learned some information about his enemy, how he still clung to that cursed name even in his second life, or how this was his first reincarnation since death, and, most crucially, the tragedy that had struck Odysseus eleven years ago.Truth be told, Poseidon couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh upon hearing the details. It was almost poetic, a fitting punishment for the sins that fool had committed in his past life.Despite not being entirely satisfied, the knowledge that the Fates had not spared Odysseus in this life brought him some measure of satisfaction. Still, the grudge from the past lingered, and Poseidon found himself caught in an internal struggle. Should he delve deeper into Odysseus's life, or leave him to be nothing more than a p@wn for the Fates to entertain while he savored his rare, peaceful vacation?However, it seemed the Moirai sisters had other plans for Poseidon.While the sea god contemplated his next move, the very topic of his inner debate decided to appear at his doorstep, requesting to meet the owner of the place. If the d@mn toy had delivered itself to his domain, then naturally, Poseidon, ever the generous host, couldn’t possibly refuse. Not when he was curious to see what the mortal would do this time.Yet again, Odysseus’s cunning had turned into the arrow against its owner.Once a liar, always a liar. It was almost laughable how little the coward had changed, even in his new incarnation. Any shred of pride or arrogance in the mortal foolish enough to think he could deceive a god, Poseidon would crush it into nothing but dust.Patiently waiting for Odysseus to finish his little charade, the god’s sneer deepened, his voice laced with sarcasm as he responded.“Tychon Georgiou, twenty-five years old. A good-for-nothing. Was abandoned at an orphanage at six. Your story intrigues me, Odysseus, since when did the brat have an uncle?”One line from Poseidon was all it took to silence Odysseus. The god watched with smug satisfaction as the color drained from the mortal’s face. Yet, Odysseus wasn’t entirely caught off guard, he had known the risk. After all, the man before him owned the entire racecourse and held every debtor's information in the palm of his hand. The lie never stood a chance.“I deeply apologize for lying about my story, Mr. Kyriakou. I really do. It's just- I’ve run out of options… Please, sir, I really need the information about that young man.”Poseidon raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed by how quickly Odysseus regained his composure. However, the apologetic bow of the mortal’s head couldn’t conceal the tension simmering beneath the surface. The god saw it all from across the table, the clenched fists, the white knuckles, and those thin sheen of cold sweat tracing a line down his temple.The sea god didn't need to ask why Odysseus had made up such a flimsy story. The lie was obviously just a poor attempt to avoid confronting the truth, to sidestep the raw pain of reliving a past too heavy to face. The bow of his head wasn't simply an apology for being caught in a lie, it was a shield, a silent plea against whatever Poseidon might say next… or worse, force Odysseus to say out loud.The god let out a small, amused smirk, clearly entertained by the mortal’s interesting reaction. So, the mighty “hero” didn’t want to be pried open? Then, perhaps Poseidon would have to snap him in half and rip out the truth himself.“I can't give you my client's personal information. Unless, you can give me a valid reason.”
  Let me witness your agony and suffering, Odysseus of Ithaca.
Staring into the abyss the situation had thrust upon him, Odysseus barely managed to ease the tension in his shoulders. His gaze drifted, unfocused, lost in the dense fog of a distant past. A deep sigh escaped him, like a futile attempt to blow away the thick dust still clinging to the old reel of memory.At last, after more than a decade of silence, the curtain finally began to unfold…Driving his maroon Hyundai down the familiar road home, letting the static-filled sound from the radio fade into the background as Odysseus hummed an old tune. Today was Penelope's birthday - his beautiful and beloved wife. It also marked the fifteenth anniversary of their love, a fierce and passionate bond that had first taken root when they were just seventeen, a time filled with dreams and burning ambition.Ctimene and Odysseus had planned a small party at home. Since the day his sister heard he would be taking two weeks off right on Penelope’s birthday, she couldn’t hide her excitement and immediately began organizing everything.As expected, the Vasileiou siblings bickered over nearly every detail, from the party’s theme to the color of the tablecloth and the decorations. But no matter how loud they got, their hearts were in perfect harmony: for this to be a warm, intimate gathering for their family.The guest list for the evening was small, only seven in total. Including the parents from both families, who had traveled all the way from Ithaca, along with his son and sister. Odysseus, of course, would be the last to arrive, as the final touch in the surprise for the woman he cherished. Though, it's a shame his sister’s husband, also Odysseus’s best friend, couldn't make it due to his busy schedule in the Hellenic Navy.There were still so many unfinished stories, so many things left unshared  between him and his beautiful wife. Thinking about it, Odysseus’s heart swelled with joy. He would soon be promoted from Captain to Major, a piece of good news he had yet to share with Penelope. The thought of her face lighting up with surprise and happiness at the announcement made him even more eager.How he longed to be instantly transported into her warm embrace, to hear her soft whispers, to lose himself in the passionate love they had nurtured together over the years.Unable to be with his wife and son, Odysseus poured all his energy into his military service, working relentlessly to earn enough so he could provide Penelope and Telemachus with a life of comfort, free from hardship or want. Though miles apart, his love for them never faltered, remaining as strong and constant as ever.The thought of home echoed through his mind like a tender melody, bringing him a soft and comforting feeling after days of stressful work without rest at the barracks. Odysseus struggled to keep his composure. How could he when everything he had longed for, everything that he had dreamed of, was now so close, mere miles away?Home, seemed to be just within an arm reach.As a seasoned marksman, Odysseus’s sharp eyes immediately caught a faint column of gray smoke rising over his neighborhood. Years of military training had honed his instincts, and every one of them now screamed that something was wrong. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, a cold rush of adrenaline flooding his senses.Forcing himself to stay calm, Odysseus reached for his phone and dialed Ctimene's number. The screen flickered, displaying only two words: No signal.The shock hit him like a bucket of ice water. His breath caught and a creeping dread settled in his chest, tightening with every passing second. Refusing to give up, Odysseus cycled through every familiar number in his contact list, but each attempt ended the same way, with that same message flashing across the screen.Again and again, the message taunted him, a cruel refrain dancing before his eyes, mocking his growing desperation. Frustration boiled in his chest, clouding his judgment. No longer willing to wait, the soldier immediately slammed his foot down on the pedal. The car roared forward, as frantic and urgent as its driver.There was nothing left in Odysseus's mind but prayers, each word was a plea against the unknown. Yet, despite his sincere cries, despite the fear began gnawing at him, despite his innocence and the many good deeds he had contributed to the world.Fates, ever blind and impartial, always dispensed their judgment with unyielding balance, favoring no soul, no matter how noble or wretched.
  What…?
Burned into Odysseus's eyes was the image of a flame blooming like a crimson flower - beautiful, deadly, and unrelenting, as it consumed the home that once held his family’s love and memories.The fire seemed to delight in his horror, their dance only grew more fervent, more savage in response to his horrified expression. In an instant, they reached for the sky, casting a bl@@dy glow that stained the night with ruin.
  No…
A far more terrifying thought struck Odysseus like a lightning bolt cracking open the sky above.
  What about my family? Were they safe?
Odysseus called out the names of his loved ones, his voice trembling with distress. His bloodshot eyes swept frantically over the chaotic crowd, hopelessly searching for even a single familiar face. With each quick glance, the pain twisted deeper inside him. With each hurried step, the last traces of hope he clung to wore thinner and thinner.Amid the chaos, a neighbor spotted Odysseus's silhouette - so fragile and wobbling on the edge of collapse. Her wrinkled fingers wrapped tightly around his, afraid that if she let go, the man would collapse to the cold ground. Her voice quivered, hesitant at first, before she gathered the courage to speak.“Odysseus… Your family- They're still inside…”
  
    NO!!!
  
The news struck him like a swarm of bees tearing through his skull, wild and frantic, desperate to escape. Their wings beat in a maddening rhythm, sending a wave of dizziness through his thoughts, unraveling his sanity.He could barely hear anything beyond the deafening buzz. Every muscle in his body tensed at once, the blood draining from his face until he looked almost lifeless, like a man already halfway to death.
  Please... someone... anyone... Please, run out here and hold me. Tell me my family is safe, that they escaped before the fire claimed everything.

  Shake me, free me from this illusion chaining my thoughts…

  Slap me, wake me up from this nightmare tearing my heart…

  Please… Someone… Save them…

  Please… Save my family…

  
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      “SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!!”
    
  

  
    A middle-aged man shouted, drawing every eye to the figure forcing his way through the crowd, ready to charge straight into the wall of fire. A young man nearby acted on instinct, grabbing Odysseus by the collar in a desperate attempt to stop him. But how could an ordinary boy hold back a soldier forged by fourteen years on the battlefield?
  

  
    Odysseus surged forward, almost dragging them both into the raging ​​fire.
  

  
    Witnessing the scene, those nearby rushed to restrain him, grabbing hold of Odysseus and pinning him back, refusing to let the man take even a single step closer to the flames. He struggled against them, his hands trembling as they reached forward.
  

  
    Just a little more… just one more step, and he might have saved them from the fire’s deadly embrace.
  

  
    Home, seemed to be just within an arm reach-
  
Odysseus was quickly yanked back, away from the inferno devouring everything he held dear, everything he lived for. No matter how he thrashed, screamed, or cursed, no one dared to let go.Tears streamed down his face, harmonizing with each heart-wrenching scream. He called for his parents, shouted for his sister, screamed for his little son, and howled for his wife until his throat tore and his vision blurred. Every cry was agonizing sorrow, every name a pleading prayer.Yet, the arms around him did not loosen. They held on like anchors, as if letting go would be the same as sending him to his death…
  Why are you stopping me? Why are you all stopping me from saving my family?! If you’re not going to pull them out of that d@mn fire, then why are you stopping me from doing it?!

  Why are you stopping me from saving my parents and hers?

  Why are you stopping me from running in and pulling my sister out?

  Why are you ignoring my little boy crying out for his father? Telemachus, he's only six!! How could you stand there and watch the fire take him?!

  Why are you stopping me from saving my love?! I swore on our wedding day to always stand by her in sickness and in hardship! To be her strength and protector! To stay by her side until we’re old and grey!!

  So why? Why are you all stopping me?!

  Why aren't you letting me run in and save them?!!

  Mom… 

  Dad…

  Ctimene…

  Telemachus…

  Penelope…

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  “WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!!”
Odysseus screamed, the soldier's voice torn between helplessness and hopelessness. His face twisted in agony, every line a reflection of the torment he felt. Moved by the weight of his pain, tears quietly trickled down his face. Slowly, one by one, they came, unable to stop falling. The cry that began as raw anguish soon morphed into a scream filled with resentment. Like a broken radio, Odysseus shouted their names again and again in utter despair.But, as if being cast into a bottomless abyss, nobody was there to answer his calls, nobody was near to return his cries…
  Where- Where is my family…?
No one knew how long Odysseus screamed. None noticed how many tears he shed. Not a single one remembered when his voice broke, or realized the moment his throat tore so badly he could no longer make even the faintest sound. In a final act of protection, darkness slowly enveloped the soldier, wrapping itself around him and pulling the man away from the fire in front of him, away from the tragic reality still burning fiercely before his eyes.And as silence fell, so did he...
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Hades: If I had a nickel for anytime a guy named Odysseus lost everyone close to him and increase my works. I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.P/s: For god sake help me I haven't finish chap 7 and next week already chap 6 QAQ QAQ QAQ'
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