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Perseus Jackson: Chinese God

Percy Jackson was betrayed by Annabeth during the war with Gaea, later everyone thought that he suicided, except for Annabeth. What was left of the seven, including Nico and some others were offer immortality. Fifteen years later, Percy and Camp Half-Blood once again meet, except Percy changed, so much that they didn't recognized him, watch how the plot develops.

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Chapter 4

3rd POV

Today was April 1st, and a hooded figure made it's way towards Camp Jupiter.

At the entrance towards Camp Jupiter, Reyna was guarding Camp, unusual, because of the fact that she praetor, she usually did other things than guarding the entrance to camp, but today was special, because a god from another civilization would be coming here, and note the word god, a powerful being that could easily smite mortals and most demigods.

Suddenly, the hooded figure came into her view.

Reyna POV

My body tensed as the cloaked figure came nearer to us, my grip on my javelin increased, ready to pounce at him, though it would most likely be a futile attempt.

The feeling that the figure gave me was weird, and made me feel uncomfortable, as if a a bunch of rocks were stuffed down my stomach, and honestly, facing the God of Rocks, such a situation does make sense, however compared to the roman and greek gods, this one definitely wasn't as suffocating, however that didn't ensure the fact that he/she was and bit less dangerous.

The figure came up to me, it's approach casual and full of openings', yet that's what worry me, so many openings, that probably all were illusions, simply meant to make me think that he was harmless, this wasn't what my brain was telling me, but my instincts.

The hooded... god, as I assumed, came up to me, took out a letter and handed it to me.

I made eye contact with a fellow demigod and he took it.

He ripped opened the envelope and took out the paper from inside, nodding at me to signify the audacity of the letter.

Reluctantly I walked from my position at the center of the entrance and signified for him to go in. The threat nodded and walked into the camp, when he or she came in, then he, she, took off his cloak in a surprisingly fast manner and threw it into the air, the figure, which I now identified as a he, stretched out his arms, and smiled, he said. "Well, that was easy, I thought that I had to go through a hell lot of procedures."

I told a nearby demigod to guard the camp entrance while I entertain the guest.

However when I turned back to the god, his figure was no where to be seen, instantly by back was soaked in cold sweat, I didn't know how, but when he came, I could see him but not feel his presence, yet I somehow didn't realize that, I only realized that now that he's out of sight.

I suddenly heard and explosion filling the training grounds, then the sounds of weapons clashing, except it wasn't the sound of training, but the sound of a battle to the death-type of battle.

I instantly bolted towards the training grounds, worry filling me, because if my conjunction was right, and the demigods were battling a god of unknown force, then things probably wouldn't turn out well.

The God of Pain/Ku Wang POV

I walked into the oh so majestic halls of Olympus, and please note the sarcasm, twelve towering figures sat on the thrones, trying to intimidate everyone with size, what a bunch of broken headed mental idiots.

The immortal escortee glanced at them with his head down before immediately bowing his head down, this time lower than previously, quite obviously frightened by the pure audacity of even daring to glance at the mighty big arsed gods, again note the sarcasm.

I had to twist my head up to see the big faced twelve Olympians', that's when his warning came to mind.

'Ku Wang, I know your personality, and bear in mind that your seeing the epitome predators of the Greek and Roman food chain, we may be powerful, but not enough to outright dominate them, be modest. I will not have disrespect them, or else you'll have to face the consequent of my wrath.'

I fought the urge to spit at the Olympians' face, and bowed just sightly, before I straigthened immediately, like a piece of iron that was forced to bend, and in a way, I was forced to bow.

I gave the twelve Olympians' a twisted smile, although they can't see it from my hood.

Then my introduction of Olympus began.