Asura Conqueror

Chapter 11: Rebellious and Prodigal Son

"Please be careful and don't touch anything. If one of you ever destroys something here, although you will be held liable, the school's reputation is still on the line." Said the one who was leading the group of students.

Marcus looked at the paintings and inventions. These were things he saw in some of the old books that were in the Heavenly Realm.

"Are these things here the original?" A student asked.

"No they are not, but they are still made by famous artists. You best be careful." The middle-aged man warned.

After the middle-aged man said that, Marcus separated himself from them.

He walked on the smooth brown flooring. One could see that they were really well cleaned. Marcus could guess that this was one of the tourist attractions of this place since they put in a lot of effort to maintain it.

He continued walking towards the place where there were only paintings.

These were not the originals and are only copies. They still do place them in museums for both a tourist attraction and it is also educational for the students.

Marcus walked towards a painting.

In the painting, a humanoid figure could be seen standing. It was colored red. It had 6 arms and 3 heads. All of those heads have faces. There was also a small description at the bottom.

"Asuras are beings with 3 heads and 4 to 6 arms. They are seen to have the color red all over their body. In legends, it said that Asuras are extremely evil. They seek power and do whatever they can to get it. They are also both sinful and materialistic. These beings cannot be trusted. They're total opposites of Devas." Marcus read.

'What in god's name did my relatives do when they came here? Don't tell me they actually tried to destroy humanity or something? They probably got into a fight with the Devas. Damn, if this is how people see Asuras I'd best hide the fact that I'm one for now. But as soon as I get stronger, hehehe' Marcus thought to himself and started to daydream.

Marcus moved on to other paintings. They depicted a lot of different stuff and a few of them were pertainings of legends.

After a few more minutes he decided that it's time to go to the other parts of the museum.

While going back, he saw the group of students again. They were crowing over a painting.

He went closer to look at it. In the painting, he could see a group of people on a long table who were sitting. There was food and drinks on the table. It also shows people talking to each other.

"This is the last supper. The painting in which depicts the last meal Jesus had with his apostles." A museum guide said, who was standing next to the middle-aged man who was most likely the teacher of the students.

"Would anyone want to tell me who Jesus was and who his apostles were?" The guide asked.

No one raised their hands. There was only silence.

After a few more seconds a hand was raised from the crowd.

The guide adjusted his glasses and pointed at the person who raised his hand and asked"Yes, you. Would you like to share some of your knowledge with us?"

"Well, for starters he was dubbed as the rebellious child of the heavenly realm. The pressure his father put on him was too much so he went away and ran towards Earth where he almost destroyed a happy couple's relationship. He then went and built his own harem with around 12 members when he grew up. But it was time for him to go back so he made a grand exit." The guy who raised his hand, Marcus said.

The people were looking at him. Both the teacher and the guide's eyes twitched.

Most of the students however were laughing so hard towards the end of his sentence. The others were trying their best to hold it back in.

"Y-you!" The guide was quite angry. He never met a person like this in his life. Not to mention this one was a teenager.

He turned towards the middle-aged man and asked "Is he one of your students?"

Before the middle-aged man could answer Marcus butted in "No I'm not. I'm just stating facts that's all. Anyway, thank you for listening. It's your choice if you want to believe me." After he finished talking, he walked away towards where the sculptures were displayed. This was also the place where the students would go next.

The sculptures were mostly white but there were some sculptures that were not properly preserved or it was probably damaged before it got to the museum.

There different sculptures doing different poses. One was spreading its hands, another had one hand on his chest while the other hand was holding a book.

'I remembered the titans also came down to the mortal realms. They should have left behind some tracks.' Marcus thought.

Marcus stopped and searched the internet.

The group of students, their instructor, and the guide were not too far behind. They were slow since the guide was blabbering about stuff that most of the students didn't really care about.

They passed by Marcus and the instructor looked at him with angry eyes but didn't say anything. He had to remain professional.

Marcus didn't really mind. He just had a slight smile on his face. He began waking again but stayed at the back of them.

Hearing all the words coming out from the guide's mouth, Marcus felt sorry for the students here. They had been listening to him babble for a while now.

They turned a corner and saw sculptures neatly assigned in rows at the side. A few meters forward there was a guy holding a bolt of lightning. He stood tall, bare-chested with a wreath above his head. He looks to be around 30 in the sculpture.

This sculpture's pose was like he was going to throw the lightning bolt he was holding, forward.

Marcus looked at the sculpture, he already knew who it was since it had a name placed below. He still felt weird because the last time he saw the guy he didn't look like this.

"This is Zeus." The guide said. He looked at the people in front of him and continued, "He is not only the god of lightning, thunder, and sky but also the ruler of all gods who were at Mount Olympus. He also has brothers, one was the ruler of the sea and the other was the ruler of the underworld." When the guide finished speaking, he fixed his clothes slightly.

'The prodigy of the titans.' Marcus was looking at the Zeus sculpture with awe. Not because of how good it looks or how it looks similar to the actual titan because it was not, but because he's thinking about the heir of the titans who's thousands of years older than him.

Zeus was considered a prodigy ever since he was only a few dozen years old. His strength and way of thinking was something that made the titans rejoice. They have been blessed. They wouldn't have to worry about their future.

Marcus has also seen Zeus a couple of times when he was younger. The titans and asuras are allies and his mother and Zeus' mother were pretty tight.

He looked at the other sculptures. There was Poseidon, an extremely talented water magic user, and innovator.

Hades was also there, he was portrayed as someone gloomy.

'Damn I feel sorry for Hades. I guess Zeus and Poseidon played a prank on him.' Marcus thought.

Marcus just stayed silent and just followed them until the end of the tour. He felt like his ears were bleeding listening to the guide. But still, not only was he observing the antiques, but he was also observing how the people around him acted.

He needed to learn more about humans. What's normal and what's not. He did read a book but, you could say those were all theoretical.

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Marcus went out of the museum and went to a nearby shop to find something to drink.

He saw a coffee shop after waking a few minutes and went in.

He waited in line for a bit and ordered something that caught his eye. It was a drink, called milk tea. He bought a large one and went to the last remaining window seat which had 2 chairs.

He began sipping and was satisfied with what he ordered 'It's pretty damn good.'

He went to the internet and searched for stuff. News, places, and he also began formulating. He needed a concrete plan on what to do from here on out after he finished tempering in this city. He can't stay here forever.

'Things are a bit harder without Nexus telling me what to do' Marcus sighed.

Marcus was casually sipping his tea and using the internet that he didn't bother looking up when a dude who looked to be in his early twenties with black hair and black eyes and a long nose came to him.

The black-haired guy said in a commanding tone "I want this seat."

Marcus finally looked up and frowned. He scrunched his brows.