Edward was in the middle, surrounded by all these Amazonians. Such a scenario where so many beautiful women surrounded him should have been his dream, but sadly, he was in cuffs.

‘Well, I can see this as just some spicy stuff.’

‘Can you be any less shameless?’ sneered Morgana in his mind, but he ignored her. He looked around, taking in the sight and beauty. No one would believe he was a prisoner without his cuff hands.

“What a beautiful place,” he uttered. “The air is fresh, everything is natural, and I feel closer to nature; I haven’t felt this way in a while.”

“Quiet, you are still a prisoner,” said one Amazonian as she used the butt of her spear to hit Edward on the back. Bang! His body generated a shockwave, destroying the spear and sending her flying more than five meters before crashing. Everyone pointed their weapons at her.

“My apologies. That’s just my natural defense; it was not intentional.” He was not lying as he did not expect the woman to attack him suddenly. If he did not respond swiftly enough, she would have been obliterated.

“Are you a God?” asked Hippolyta with a stern face.

“Oh, no. On the contrary, I have quite the disdain for that term.” Edward immediately stopped himself from talking about his views about godhood as he remembered the Amazonians in this world worshiped the Gods of the Olympics.

“So, what are you?” asked the queen.

“I'm an Arcanist or a Mage if you prefer.”

“You can use magic? That would explain why your ship is a flying city,” Diana commented.

“Exactly,” replied Edward before looking at the person who attacked him. “Do you want me to heal her?”

“No need,” replied the attacker as she stood up; only a few bruises showed she was attacked. She looked at him before returning to the line. Edward then remembered the Amazonians all had enhanced physical abilities.

Queen Hippolyta looked at Edward, glancing at his tied hands before ordering everyone to continue his journey. Soon, they arrived at their destination, and Edward was still looking around like he was on vacation.

The architecture of Themyscira was mostly Greek, with primarily white pillars; they added a touch of gold that symbolized the divine.

“Very beautiful,” he commented, but no one attacked him this time.

Hippolyta dismounted her horse before taking out her sword. With a swing, she cut off the rope binding Edward, who remained calm and composed throughout the situation.

“This will be your dwelling. Please do not leave without any instructions.”

After saying these words, she walked away, leaving a small group to watch the house.

‘Well, things are better than I anticipated,’ thought Edward as he entered. He had things to do while he and the floating city adapted to this world. Besides repaying his Knowledge Point, the Akashic Records gave him the coordinates to the timeline where the CW Flash TV was located.

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His original object was him, and he did not want to deal with the other flash versions. He knew how terrifying Flash was from the comics and did not want to deal with them. However, despite having the coordination, he also needed to calibrate his landing so he would land in the early stages of that Flash’s development.

He had to be cautious for many reasons. Firstly, he knew the latter would become more powerful the older and wiser he was. Secondly, he only saw the first four seasons of that show and did not want to pay the exorbitant price that the record asked for him to learn about everything, and the knowledge Salomon gave him did not include the CW Flash.

Themyscira, Council Room:

Hippolyta sat on the main seat, surrounded by her most trusted advisors.

“How do you think we should deal with our intruder?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s an intruder and a man, so we should eliminate him,” said an Amazonian with golden hair and a voluptuous body.

“That’s too radical,” argued another one with a darker complexion and braids. “We are not barbarians.”

“This is not an argument of morality. The intruder’s presence endangers the existence of Themuscara. We have isolated ourselves from the world of men for so long. Do you want us to be discovered?”

“Now, you’re just using fear-mongering tactics. One person will not affect our isolation.”

“You might be willing to take the risk, but I am not.”

“Our default solution should never be violence.”

The two began to argue, but the queen never said a word. A little while longer, someone else spoke. A woman who was of Hispanic descent said:

“You two are always arguing and, as usual, failed to see the crux of the issue.”

“And what would that be?”

“Can we kill that intruder? You saw his strength and his magical city. Are you sure we can take him down?”

The blonde woman paused momentarily before continuing, “He’s only a man. I do not believe he can defeat all our sisters' might combined and the protection of the Gods..”

“True, but what price will be paid for fighting with him? How many of our sisters will not walk out of such a meaningless confrontation? What will happen on the unlikely chance that he escapes and we have made a formidable enemy?”

“All sacrifices necessary for the protection of our home.”

The room quieted down, with all eyes now focused on the queen. Hippolyta did not say anything but asked another Amazonian.

“What do you think?”

“You know what I will say. We—”

“Forget it,” She knew she had asked the wrong person and stopped her from spewing nonsense like forcefully breeding with the intruder to create more powerful sisters.

{AN: In some comics, the Amazonians used sunken ships to forcefully have their way with marooned individuals before killing them. If the baby is a girl, they keep it. If it’s a boy, they either killed it or returned it to the world.)

The queen’s eyes finally landed on a petite Amazonian dressed not in armor but in loose white robes.

“Seren, what do you think?”

Seren calmly looked at everyone, “We have lost contact with the Gods.”

Everyone’s heart secretly beeped as this was true. A while ago, they lost all contact with Olympus, not knowing what had occurred.

“As a result, the magical barrier protecting the island is rapidly fading. We will be revealed to the World of Men in a few hundred years if the Gods do not respond to us. No, the time might be shorter with the intruder’s forceful entry.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Isn’t he a Mage? We can ask him if he can repair the barrier and ensure its continuation—in exchange for his freedom.”

“This is a good idea.”

“Not really. We will have to give the man access to our barrier. What if he breaks or controls it? We cannot take the risks.”

Another argument was about to happen, so Seren quickly said, “My queen, what say you?”

“Our main issue is trust toward that man. So, let’s test him to see if he’s trustworthy.”

While Edward was doing calculations, he received an uninvited guest in the middle of the night.

“You quite bold,” said Edward as he looked at Diana.

“How so?”

“Visiting a man in the middle of the night. A man whom you know nothing of and could be dangerous.”

“As Themyscara’s greatest warrior, I think I can care for myself.”

“True,” nodded Edward. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure?”