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Poseidon shook his head sadly. "We tried. But the Titans were too powerful. They had abilities that we couldn't even imagine. And so we were defeated."

Fein could sense the weight of Poseidon's words. He had never imagined that such a powerful civilization could fall so easily. He looked around at the ruins of the city, wondering what secrets it held.

Poseidon spoke again, interrupting his thoughts. "But now, with your arrival, perhaps there is hope for our people. Maybe you can help us to reclaim our former glory."

Fein was taken aback by Poseidon's sudden enthusiasm. "How can I help?"

Poseidon smiled wryly. "I'm not sure yet. But I can feel you're an SS rank. But what really surprises me is your age... perhaps we can find a way to defeat the Titans once and for all."

"Actually, the titans were already wiped out." Fein began to tell the man about the history books from Vladimir's Family. "They were defeated in the war with the gods and the devils. Like them, gods were never seen again. Not known if they were still hiding or they already died. As for the devils, they became a new race called demons, which was a degenerate version."

Poseidon listened intently, his eyes narrowing in thought. "I see. That is indeed a tragic end to the Titans. But what of the other civilizations, the ones that didn't have gods or devils to fight for them?"

Fein thought for a moment before replying. "They had to fend for themselves. Some fell to ruin and others rose to prominence. But none were as advanced as your civilization, Poseidon."

Poseidon sighed, his expression turning melancholic. "We were once a great people, with advanced technology and knowledge that surpassed even the gods. But our downfall came at the hands of the Titans. They were fierce and merciless, and we were not prepared for their onslaught."

Fein could see the pain in Poseidon's eyes, and he empathized with him. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Poseidon's gaze snapped back to Fein, his eyes hopeful once more. "Yes, there is. Our ancient texts speak of a weapon that was once used to defeat the Titans. It is said to be able to harness the power of the gods themselves. But it was lost during the war, and no one has seen it since."

Fein nodded thoughtfully. "I see. And you want me to help you find this weapon?"

Poseidon grinned, nodding eagerly. "Yes! With your power and knowledge, I believe we can find it together. And with that weapon, we can finally bring peace to our land and reclaim our former glory."

Fein looked at Poseidon with doubt. "What is that weapon? What can it do? Is it the rumored ancient weapon that could harness the power of the sea and command all the sea creatures? Why did you lose it and how can we find it?"

Poseidon's expression turned somber. "Yes, it is the rumored ancient weapon, the Trident of Neptune. It has the power to control the sea and all its creatures. It was passed down from generation to generation of my family. But during the war with the Titans, we were overwhelmed and they managed to seize the Trident. They used it to summon sea monsters and caused chaos in our kingdom."

Fein listened intently, his eyes wide with fascination. "So where is the Trident now?"

Poseidon sighed heavily. "We believe it's somewhere in the depths of the ocean, guarded by the Titans or their descendants. I don't know if Titan really died base from your history. But I'm certain that those bastards won't go down that easily."

Poseidon took a deep breath before he continued. "We've searched for it for years, but to no avail. That's why we need your help. With your abilities and your knowledge, perhaps we can finally locate it and take back what's rightfully ours."

Fein nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll do my best to help. But we need to plan carefully and gather information first. Can you tell me more about the Titans and their descendants? What kind of creatures are they?"

Poseidon looked thoughtful. "The Titans were the original rulers of the earth before the gods and the devils. They were massive, powerful beings with immense strength and magical abilities. After they were defeated, some of them went into hiding and others were imprisoned deep beneath the earth or the sea. Their descendants are still around, but they're weaker than their ancestors. They're still dangerous, though, especially if they're guarding the Trident."

Fein nodded, taking in the information. "We'll need a team and some equipment if we're going to search for the Trident. I have some friends who can help. Let me contact them and we'll come up with a plan."

Poseidon smiled. "Thank you, Fein. You have no idea how much this means to us. I'll do everything in my power to help you."

Fein glanced at Poseidon with determination. "Well, I'll go back to the surface now. Rest-assured that I won't tell about the existence of your kingdom to the humans. I'll be back, and at that time, we'll begin the search for the trident!"

Poseidon nodded solemnly, "I trust you, Fein. Your help is much appreciated, and we will be eagerly awaiting your return. I will send my most trusted warriors to guide you safely back to the surface."

Fein nodded and began his ascent back to the surface. As he swam, his mind raced with thoughts of the ancient kingdom and the trident. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder at the possibility of helping the kingdom and retrieving the powerful artifact.

As he broke the surface of the water, he was greeted by the bright sun and salty sea air. He took a deep breath and swam towards the shore, his mind still consumed by the possibility of what lay ahead. _{Google search 𝐟𝓇𝘦𝒆w𝚎𝐛n𝐨ν𝙚𝚕. c𝚘ｍ}

Hours passed as Fein made his way back to the shore, the sun now beginning to set on the horizon. He emerged from the water, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated by his adventure. He knew that he had to keep the secret of the ancient kingdom and the trident, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to find it and help the kingdom.

Fein took one last look out towards the sea, the setting sun casting a warm orange glow across the waves. He knew that his journey was far from over, and that the fate of the ancient kingdom rested in his hands.