Chapter - 1157

Over the past few days, Julian had painstakingly built his valiant reputation as ‘Tyr’. Now, it seemed like it was all going to crumble around him.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, Zeke ordered, “Toss them out of the building.”

The security guards quickly acknowledged the order.

In no time at all, they had unceremoniously evicted Julian and his actors onto the cold, hard ground outside of the building, where they lay in an undignified heap.

A swarm of busybody passersby immediately descended upon them, looking at them curiously. Someone in the crowd immediately recognized Julian as Tyr, the God of War.

“Hey!' the person shouted, “Isn't that Julian Thisleton, the new legendary God of War? Is he crippled? Damn, who did that to him?”

Another voice chimed in. “I'll say, Julian was the one who defeated the Great Marshal. But if someone could still cripple him... Damn, how strong could that person possibly be?”

“Hold on” the first voice said, “the one beside him... isn't that the Great Marshal himself?”

“Yeah, it is,” someone else replied, sounding appalled. “Huh, I wonder what happened here... why is the Great Marshal kneeling here as well?”

In a bid to save his own skin, Kelsey had no choice but to spill the beans. “Okay, okay. I'll come clean!”

“I'm not actually the Great Marshal,” Kelsey said. He took a deep breath. “I was impersonating him.”

He poured the entire nefarious story out, leaving nothing unsaid.

The crowd was stunned.

However, their shock promptly turned to anger as they hurled strings of insults at the cringing actors. It had all been a plot by Tyr to discredit the Great Marshal after all.

Tyr had enlisted the help of an actor to impersonate the Great Marshal, painting a convincing picture of the Great Marshal harassing an innocent woman in order to stain his reputation. Then, Tyr had stepped out to stop the Great Marshal, solidifying his own hero's reputation as a God of War keen to upholding justice.

Tyr—God of War, Heaven's Equal—was nothing more than a jealous man who used underhanded tricks to curry favor and was no better than any lowlife gangster.

With his name cleared and his reputation restored, the Great Marshal turned out to be the actual hero that the people should have believed in all along.

Once again, the news spread across Eurasia like wildfire.

Just as quickly as he had built his reputation, Tyr had now become the target of scorn and ridicule by the general population. As the crowd hurled insults at him, Julian felt anger thrummed through his veins. At the same time, the pain from his broken limbs still gnawed at him.

The two combined were too much for him. His vision darkened and he slid out of consciousness.

Julian had to spend two full days in the Intensive Care Unit before he could be returned to Thisleton Manor.

Even then, Julian could not seem to bring himself to care. In fact, the thought of just dying and letting everything end seemed very appealing to him now.

The Thisleton family was a respected royal family who prized strength in battle above anything else. And now, Julian was a cripple who had no place in the family except as a target of scorn and ridicule.

To anyone, the fall from being the pride of the family to a useless cripple would leave a mental scar beyond imagination. To Julian, it was downright unacceptable. His spirit had been broken.

Just as he was spiraling deeper into depression, a commotion at the door caught his attention.

At the door, the herald's voice was loud, shaking the entire Thisleton Manor. “Hear ye, let us welcome home Ares!”

The Thisletons quickly gathered in the great hall to welcome Ares home.

For the past few days, they had lost contact with Ares, who had seemingly fallen off the grid.

Ares was the beating heart of the Thisleton family. When he had gone missing, the Thisleton family had been left without a leader. Morale had been low as they lived in fear of what the next day would bring.

But today, Ares had finally returned. Naturally, the Thisletons were going to welcome him personally.

In reality, the truth was that Bloodsworth, who had been impersonating Ares had suffered a crushing defeat earlier and retreated from Eurasia.

The real Ares had been held captive in an underwater base all along. Until today, he had finally broken free from his prison and rejoined his family.

Obviously, Ares was not keen on telling that particular humiliating story.

He was Ares, one of Eurasia's top aces. If the humiliating news of his two-year capture by the enemy forces were made public, it would be a disgrace to his title and a disgrace to Eurasia.

Upon knowing that his father had returned, Julian felt the stirrings of hope for the first time since his defeat.

True, he had been crippled, but his father was

Ares, and he was more than capable to avenge him.

“Quick, push me to see my father,” Julian ordered his servant.

Obediently, his servant started pushing the wheelchair Julian had been forced to use, weaving through the gathered Thisletons to approach Ares.

“Father, your heir and son, Julian Thisleton, welcomes you!” Julian raised his voice proudly.

Ares had been making small talk with the other Thisletons, but the gleam in his eyes upon hearing his son's voice betrayed the joy he felt.

He loved his son Julian like he loved nobody else. For the past two years that he had been imprisoned, Julian had always been in his thoughts constantly.

Today, he could finally see his son again.

Ares turned around excitedly. “Julian, son, did you practice your forms as I told you to? Did you slack off... “

His words trailed off abruptly when he finally got a good look at his son.