**Chapter 211: The Pros and Cons of the God of War's Power (Third Update)**  

Quickly, the four gods reached a consensus.

 "Very well. Let's do it this way," Hephaestus nodded in agreement. With a snap of his fingers, the armor on Atreus, which was taken from Achilles, suddenly shone with even brighter golden light. In an instant, the armor had leveled up and transformed into a mid-tier divine artifact.

 Poseidon pointed his finger, and the only non-divine horse, **Pedasos**, in the chariot not far from Atreus was instantly elevated. It was easy to imagine that once all three horses became divine, the speed of the chariot would dramatically increase.

 Hermes blew a breath, and the two feathers on the winged sandals at Atreus feet glowed more brightly. From that moment, it was clear his boots had transformed from knock-offs to the real deal.

 As for Athena… her massive phantom casually reached out, and a soul that had already dissipated reappeared in her hand.

 It was none other than a remnant of Ares' soul.

 If Athena hadn’t done this, Atreus would have thought Ares had completely vanished.

 "Atreus, I purified Ares' divine soul for you. You can use it to ask Hephaestus to forge a top-tier divine artifact."

 Hephaestus paused for a moment, realizing that Athena wanted him to help out, counting it as a favor to her. He nodded in acknowledgment.

 Using an enemy’s head as armor was common among the Aesir and Olympians. For example, Aegis could be adorned with Medusa’s head for a petrifying attack.

 Seeing Athena handle Ares in such a manner, Atreus couldn't help but sigh—truly worthy of being siblings! This was definitely a unique tradition of Olympus.

 "Alright then, drop by the Pantheon whenever you're free," said Hermes, always getting along with everyone as the messenger of the gods. He sent a faint trace of divine consciousness to Atreus.

 Atreus understood that this was a godly "business card," a link that allowed him to directly contact Hermes.

 Next came Poseidon's and Hephaestus' "business cards."

 No matter what they felt, a new god had been born before their eyes, and he had risen by trampling on the corpse of Ares, whom they despised. For now, at least, they didn’t feel any animosity toward Atreus.

 "One last question. Should we call you Atreus or Kratos from now on?" Athena blinked, showing a slightly mischievous expression. 

"Let’s stick with Kratos publicly. I’m used to this persona," Atreus replied. Even if Athena hadn’t asked, he knew the clever goddess had probably spied on his daily interactions and learned his true name.

 But so what? 

 The name Atreus and the identity of Kratos were two different things in the divine realm. Even etched into the laws of the divine world, they represented distinct entities.

 Atreus wasn’t worried that Athena would target him over this.

 After chatting for a while, both sides bid farewell.

 The gods' divine consciousness faded from the world, leaving behind only ruins.

 "So, what now…?" Diana jumped into Atreus arms, full of enthusiasm. Always appearing as a wise woman, she now had stars in her eyes, radiating the excitement of a little girl.

 Atreus knew she was eager to return to Themyscira to announce the great news to her family and friends.

 "Alright, let's go back to Themyscira first."

 Ang opened a portal, picked up Helen, and then headed to Themyscira.

 Naturally, a grand celebration followed.

 "As the Amazon Queen, I call upon everyone to celebrate the fall of the accursed Ares and extend our sincerest blessings to our new God of War, Kratos—cheers!" Hippolyta raised a large tankard that could fit a fist and led the charge, downing her drink in one go.

 "Cheers!" Penthesilea, ever the boisterous queen, immediately followed suit, guzzling three drinks in quick succession. She then excitedly began recounting the epic battle to a group of eager Amazon warriors.

 Meanwhile, musicians played lively tunes, and graceful Amazon beauties, having shed their battle armor for revealing festival dresses, danced passionately on stage, showcasing their alluring curves.

 Their eyes burned with desire, openly expressing their interest in the new, powerful God of War.

 However, with the Amazon Princess around, they knew to keep a low profile and wait their turn.

 Atreus was fully immersed in the joyous atmosphere, occasionally sneaking kisses on Diana's cheek.

 If previously, because Atreus had been slow to help Diana save Themyscira, she had kept some distance, now she had no reservations. She responded enthusiastically to every one of Atreus actions, her heart completely devoted to him.

 Diana suddenly asked, "So, since you’ve taken all of Ares’ powers, will you become as cruel and bloodthirsty as he was? I’ve heard that a god’s domain can influence their mind."

 "Well, there is a bit of a problem."

 "What kind of problem?" Diana was startled.

 "As the God of War, I can absorb the power of war from anywhere on Earth and convert it into divine strength. But in return, I must initiate at least one small-scale war with over a thousand people each month, or the domain will torment my mind."

 "Ah!" Diana gasped, nearly dropping her drink, but seeing how calm Atreus was, she quickly guessed, "You have a solution?"

 "Yes, I think I can exploit a loophole! I won’t have to start wars or let it affect my mind. I don’t crave that much divine power anyway. With Earth’s current state, there’s no shortage of wars. I don’t need to actively seek out power."

 Atreus was being honest.

 After defeating Ares, the system had transformed him into a god, dramatically increasing all his base attributes.

 Even his weakest attribute, intelligence, had surged to 648 points.

 By now, listing each of his stats was almost pointless. After forming pacts with four deities, his total attributes surpassed 1,000 in every category.

 These values fluctuated, as they depended on the condition of the gods and their level of support.

 When he used the **Power of the God of War**, his stats would increase even more. For example, during his brief **Titanization**, he noticed his strength value once shot up to 8,848 points.

 The real challenge now was finding a balance between his divine body, mind, and soul under such unstable conditions.

 Becoming a god only to go mad would be a massive loss.

 Just then, Helen approached, refilling Atreus emptied drink.

 "No matter what happens, congratulations, Master Atreus." Helen’s shy demeanor suddenly made Atreus feel a pang of thirst.

(Chapter End)