Hercules, now an immortal god, defied the command of Zeus and departed from the gleaming gates of Olympus. “I will descend to the mortal world,” he roared, “and I will show them what true power is!” His father’s warnings echoed in his ears, but Hercules’ heart was filled with a desire for adventure and to prove himself.
However, his departure from Olympus did not go unnoticed. The guards of Zeus captured him and threw him into a dark dungeon. Thick chains bound him to the stone walls. “You will remain here, rebellious son,” a voice thundered from afar. But they had forgotten one thing: Hercules was no longer just a hero
With the divine power flowing through his veins, Hercules cried out with pure will. The chains broke as if they were twigs. Proclaiming his freedom, he shouted, “No chain can hold a god!” and began his journey to the mortal world.
When he descended to Earth, he saw that humanity had changed greatly. Temples and altars were gone, replaced by tall buildings and flashing screens. People no longer worshiped the gods, but the green papers and shining coins in their pockets and on their screens. Their new god was Money.