The Cerberus women were struggling to keep up with the hydra's attack. Their energy was draining, and they could barely dodge its swift strikes. Rolf was in his werewolf form, but even he was having a hard time fending off the monster. The hydra's many heads and razor-sharp teeth made it nearly invincible.

Roger watched as the battle continued, his heart racing. He knew he had to do something to help his team. He looked around and saw the last golden apple rolling towards the flames.

"No!" he yelled and ran towards it. He grabbed the apple and bit into it, feeling the juice burst in his mouth. The hydra's tail tripped him, and the apple rolled into the flames, disappearing in a burst of fire.

Roger's body began to grow muscular, and he felt the god-like energy burning through him. His strength grew, and he felt incredible. He looked up to see the hydra bearing down on the Cerberus women.

He didn't hesitate, and with a newfound strength, he ran towards the monster, leaping high into the air. He landed on the hydra's back and wrapped his arms around its neck, squeezing with all his might. The hydra roared in pain, and one of its heads tried to snap at Roger, but he dodged the attack and held on tight.

The Cerberus women saw Roger's feat and rallied behind him. They resumed their attack, but this time with more power and coordination. Rolf also joined in, his werewolf form helping him strike at the monster's weak points.

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The hydra was reeling, and its attacks became more desperate. It tried to shake off Roger, but he held on tight, his grip unbreakable. The monster's movements became slower, and its heads began to droop.

Finally, with one last roar, the hydra fell to the ground, defeated. The team stood around it, panting and covered in sweat. The underground chamber was filled with the scent of burnt wood, but also with the energy of victory.

Roger smiled, feeling the incredible power coursing through him. He had achieved what he came for, and he had helped his team. He looked down at his hands and saw they were glowing with a golden light.

"Are you okay, Roger?" Cilla asked, looking at him with concern.

"I'm more than okay," he replied, grinning. "I feel like a god."

*****

The Japanese fishing ship sailed through the choppy waves of the ocean, its bow cutting through the water. On board, a fisherman scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of a whale. His eyes darted back and forth, squinting against the glare of the sun on the water. But there was no sign of the majestic mammal that he had hoped to catch.

Suddenly, movement in the water caught his attention. A whale, perhaps? But as the creature emerged from the depths, the fisherman's eyes widened in terror. It was not a whale, but a giant man-like creature with a green muscled body, an octopus head, and wings on its back.

The fisherman's heart pounded in his chest as he stared in disbelief at the monster before him. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped as the sea monster looked down upon him and smashed the ship with one blow of its massive tentacle. The fisherman was thrown into the water, thrashing desperately as he tried to stay afloat. But the creature was too powerful, and the ship sank beneath the waves, taking the fisherman down with it.

As he sank deeper into the water, his eyes fixed on the strange beast above him. He knew that this would be the last sight he would ever see. And as the darkness enveloped him, he could only wonder what other creatures lurked in the depths of the ocean, waiting to claim their next victim.