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◈ Chapter 56 - The Reason Why I Want to Regain My Strength

"Oh..."

The swordsman recognizes the sword.

How a musician recognizes an instrument.

As soon as Marsyas saw the instrument I had brought, he could not take his eyes off my flute.

Well, in my opinion, it is truly a masterpiece among famous instruments that will never be seen again, and I had a good idea of how this obsidian flute would be viewed in the eyes of this satyr.

"It's ridiculous... Oh my, a work like this exists in the world..."

The eyes have become calm and even the trembling hands are slowly approaching the flute.

Like Gollum who discovered the One Ring, Marsyas slowly stretched out his hand towards my cutie as if possessed.

"Teacher?"

"Omg!?"

When I gently called out to him and took the flute back, Marsyas suddenly came to his senses.

Nevertheless, I didn't know that the passionate gaze towards our cutie held dearly in my arms would go away.

This person is serious about musical instruments...!

"W-Where on earth did you get something like that?!"

"Do you recognize me as expected?"

Many people put in a lot of effort to make their own flutes for today's assignment or bring them in from outside, but most of them probably bought them at a musical instrument store in a commercial district like mine.

Just this morning, many students would have come and gone at the music store.

But out of all of them, I was the only one who recognized the true value of this flute and brought it to me, and Marsyas was the only one who recognized the true value of this flute.

In fact, people around me were talking about how it looked like it was just a dark flute and asking why the teacher was doing that.

"Can I take a closer look?"

"Hmm..."

His musical acumen and passion for cuties were worthy of praise.

Nevertheless, it was also true that the very thought of handing this cutie over to someone else was shocking.

Especially when you look at the twinkling eyes that are almost half-Gollum-like.

"Please, I just want to see it up close just once, just once! "If you don't feel like it, please accept my treasure, this oak tree syrinx that Father Pan knitted himself!"

Marsyas must have been impatient when I did not give it to him willingly, so he placed the wooden flute he had on his belt in my hand.

-Hi!?

A wooden flute made by stringing together wooden pipes of different sizes held in my hand.

It was a syrinx, a Greek-style wooden pipe frequently carried by shepherds and travelers.

Those who saw this were shocked and made a noise as if they were being strangled.

"Oh my God, did Marsyas give his syrinx to me?"

"Didn't the Zephyrus twins sneak a peek at that last time and almost got buried in the forest?"

"The sacred item that Pan, the shepherd god, knitted himself?"

There was a lot of tmi coming and going around me.

I didn't have time to pay attention to examining the wooden flute in my hand.

"Is this also a thing?"

"Oh...? "I wonder if you recognize this child's specialness?"

Marsyas, who was preoccupied with my flute, caught the mutterings I had made without realizing it like a ghost, and this time he looked at me and his eyes sparkled.

"Of course, there's no way a musician with a discerning eye for such an item wouldn't recognize my Syrinx.

How about this. "It's just a matter of exchanging and looking at it for a little while."

"Hmm... Good"

Although it was nothing compared to our cutie, Marsyas' Syrinx was no ordinary item either.

I handed the obsidian flute that was in my arms to Marsyas, and I also observed his syrinx by turning it around.

"Is this also a strange item?"

The obsidian flute was an item that could easily be called a sacred object.

A strange flute that is made entirely of obsidian but takes the shape of a flute without any artificial processing.

In addition, it was imbued with an unknown magical power, and it gave off a strange glow as if the flute itself was alive, making it a sacred and precious item that could not help but be fascinated by those who appreciated it.

And the Syrinx of Marsyas, which I accepted as an exchange, was a truly strange and mysterious item.

If the obsidian flute was new, this Syrinx was a living thing, literally a living thing.

On the outside, it was a very crude flute made by roughly breaking tree branches, hollowing them out, and tying them with vines.

However, if I held it in my hand and concentrated a little, I could feel that, although I could not believe it, there was life inside this wooden flute.

The rough bark and the small vitality and sap flowing beneath it pulsated, and the vines surrounding the body grew from each tree's crown and were intertwined like roots, firmly supporting the body.

Even if you look closely, you can see small green shoots growing on the body.

However, the true value of this flute was not just that it was alive.

On the outside, it was just playing like a strange flute, but I felt like it was sleeping inside.

It was after I noticed an enormous energy.

"Useup..."

A secret scenery reminiscent of Mureungdowon, which was hidden in the deepest part of Mt. Hibmandaesan in the past.

My mouth watered at this flute, which seemed to have condensed the majestic natural beauty of such a secret place.

The wall I was currently facing was the edge of the first class, the peak wall that was sometimes called the despair of the first class warriors.

The term "Mythical age" is not a lie. Compared to the martial arts world, the spiritual energy of this Greece was hundreds of times thicker and clearer.

Just sitting under a tree in the morning when the energy is clearest and praying was as effective as taking most elixirs.

However, the reason why I have not yet overcome the climax wall is because my body is still young and my muscles are not well formed.

If I went too far with my achievements, there was a risk of an imbalance between my energy and body, so I was slowly training my body over time.

If he could take the energy inside this flute, there was a high possibility that even his physical problems would be solved.

'With this much energy, you can even aim for a complete transformation.'

With such a condensed natural energy, it seemed possible not only to absorb it through betting, but also to artificially cause a bone transformation using the natural energy.

Normally, energy that cannot be absorbed stays in the body and is discharged or is absorbed slowly over time, but the inherent energy was so great.

In addition, it was a possible idea because the person holding this energy was me, who started with the Heavenly Demon Divine Power and possessed the Divine Magic Energy that perfectly reproduced all kinds of Qigong and Magical Forces, and even the Magical Forces of the Twelve Divine Demons.

"Dianes? Dianes!"

"Ah!"

As I was pondering deeply over the living elixir in my hand, Marsyas was calling to me and beckoning me.

Both Marsyas and I were so caught up in the flutes in our hands that we had forgotten, but we were in class right now.

"Wow, my eyes felt much clearer today. "I can't believe I'm seeing something like this..."

As if he was disappointed, Marsyas handed me an obsidian flute and tried to take back the syrinx he had given me.

However, this time I was not willing to return the flute to him.

The body and accomplishments of my past life that I tasted in my mind a while ago.

The power that flowed through my entire body and the powerful martial arts where everything obeyed with a single gesture flashed through my mind.

Seeing me looking down at my flute and feeling conflicted, Marsyas smiled proudly and nodded his head.

"Hoo? Isn't that true too? I understand that feeling. A syrinx made by the shepherd god Pan himself.

Ignorant people laugh at it, thinking it is just a bunch of tree branches and grass, but for those who appreciate its true value, it presents a feeling of ecstasy, like seeing a dense forest."

"...Haha"

Marsyas, who did not know what I was thinking, thought that I was impressed by his flute and continued his boast. I was also incredibly conflicted.

At this level, you will surpass the real level by two or three levels.

At that level, you don't have to worry about orbital bombardment or crescent moon light years, and it will take decades to restore the achievements of the past that you so desperately miss.

God's curse?

Let's think back to Artemis, who not long ago shot an arrow at me and saw blood on my hand, calling me the Twelve Gods of Olympus and the Hunter of the Crescent Moon.

I calculated that if I completely regained the achievements of my past life and raised my level of divine magic, I would be able to deal with Artemis no matter how wild she was.

Of course, I was confident that I could take the power of the lower god lightly.

"This is enough..."

As my mind was slowly leaning towards playing this flute, someone ran up behind me and hugged my neck.

"Dianes!"

A voice as clear as cool waves.

And I looked back, startled by the wavy white hair that filled my eyes.

"Neri?"

Neri, who was laughing wildly, and I don't know where it came from, was laughing wildly with her chin resting on my shoulder.

"I heard Dia was taking music class and came rushing over~"

Right after the division last night, I tried to send Neri back as well.

She made a fuss, saying that she would never go and that she even gave permission to her sisters.

So, just as I was wondering whether I should let him sleep in my room, fortunately, the nymphs in the forest said they would take care of him.

So, I thought I would meet you only after today's schedule was over.

This torrent-like sea nymph appeared out of nowhere and burrowed into my thoughts.

"By the way, why are you making such a sad face?"

"Did you?"

"Ugh, I was looking at that amazing flute and it was making a scary face as if it was being chased by something."

Neri's words sobered me up, as if I had been baptized with cold water.

You feel like you're being chased?

"...I enjoyed the flute. Marsyas. "It's a really cool flute."

"Haha, this is it. It is natural that many birds flock to a beautiful tree.

"It was a really cool sight for me too."

Marsyas, who had each returned his flute, assigned Neri a seat next to me and returned to the stage, tapping her hooves.

"Hehe~ Music class? Come to think of it, you played the Dia flute really well, right?"

"...It did"

Neri sits next to me and smiles innocently.

And then Atalanta quietly places her hand on my other hand.

My eyes, which had become cloudy due to the warmth, instantly brightened and illuminated the bustling scenery of the forest.

Hercules grumbling, Jason looking regretful, the students glancing at me, and even Marsyas watching with satisfaction.

It was small and ordinary, but because of that, I was able to shake off some of the lingering illusions about the scene I had longed for.

I realized what I almost did.

Even if he regained his martial arts skills and accumulated achievements, it was clearly just an abnormal and expedient method.

Also, the peaceful daily life that I had forgotten about in my previous life will disappear in an instant.

I almost tried to destroy the things I was trying to protect in order to regain my strength.

"Then, Dianes? "Let's listen to the performance of that beautiful friend you brought."

"I will gladly accept it."

It is also important to regain strength and practice martial arts.

However, if I had to sacrifice all of this daily life that I have regained, there would be no reason for me to regain my strength.

It was truly a contradiction.

Feeling much relieved, I stood up and brought my cutie to my mouth.

Eventually, the noisy surroundings became quiet, and only the sound of the flute I was playing began to flow softly.

◈ Chapter 57 - Popularity

The song played was not an extremely special or great song.

A small melody that reminded me of a little nostalgia from my childhood, a time when my memories are now blurry, came to mind and I played it impromptu.

At first, it was a little difficult because it was an unfamiliar style of flute, but after touching it a few times and checking it, the flute started to sing beautifully according to my will.

-𝅘𝅥~𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮~𝅘𝅥𝅮𝆕~

If you usually think of the sound of a flute, you will think of a chirping, chirping, or ringing sound.

A sound like a bird chirping. This is natural due to the characteristics of the flute.

However, the sound of this obsidian flute was completely different from that ordinary bird sound.

When I played flowing waves, it seemed like I could hear the cool sound of waves.

When I thought of a forest full of lush and refreshing giant trees, I felt like I could feel the fresh air of the forest.

It's truly a miracle of miracles that creates everything I can imagine through tones.

Of course, there were some difficulties in handling it.

If I was even slightly distracted or missed a beat, this picky flute would try to expose my weaknesses like a ghost. If I were to compare her, would I say she is like a picky and noble noblewoman?

However, I, too, have lived for over a hundred years, spending half the time on the battlefield and the other half wandering the Samsugapsan Mountains of the Murim, which are several times the size of the whole of Greece, and I have too many memories to whisper to this flute.

There was a romance like that of the old Kim Sat-gat, so whenever he would occasionally leave the school and wander around, he would wander around for years with only a hat, a cane, and a flute in his arms, earning a living and performing as a musician.

I had already reached the level of mastery in the case of the gold, which I had practiced so hard, and the flute, with which I had spent almost a year.

Just like the thrilling dance I did with Atalanta last time, I continued the risky fight as if I was walking on an obsidian flute and a blade.

-𝆕...

"After..."

Did you say that everything, good or bad, has an end in the end?

After the performance, which was truly beautiful and enchanting, but also took an enormous amount of mental energy, I was surprised by the sweat that slowly formed on my forehead.

It's not just how focused and how much effort I put into playing the flute.

However, if you think about it together with this mysterious cutie who turns what you imagine into tone, it might be possible. No, I was convinced that it would have to be that way and moved on.

When I came to that conclusion and looked up, I saw that the class room was dead quiet even though the performance was over.

"...What?"

Everyone's mouths were open and their eyes were looking at me as if they couldn't believe it.

Among them was Jason, whose eyes were wide as if they were about to pop out, and Hercules, whose eyes were dumbfounded as if he had just seen an unbelievable sight.

And if I take a quick look to the right.

"Wow...!"

Atalanta covered her mouth with both hands and looked at me with tears in her eyes, as if she was moved.

"Hmm~ Is it because I changed the flute? Today's performance was sweeter. "I have to brag to my sisters later~"

There was Neri, clapping leisurely and nodding.

-Clap, clap, clap.

While everything was quiet, perhaps due to the shock of the previous performance, applause was heard from the center of the stage in front.

"Cool. It's so cool. A beautiful performance, a fierce yet sweet and affectionate battle between the musician and the instrument that unfolds beneath it! "For the second time, a musician who can awaken the instrument I was talking about as if it were his own body has appeared in this forest!"

Everyone applaud!

Starting with Marsyas' enthusiastic cheering, the music classroom became noisy with enthusiastic applause and cheers for me as if I was waking up from sleep.

* * *

After class.

"Did you say Dianes? "Where did you learn to play the flute?"

"Where on earth did you get such a beautiful flute that would impress Master Marsyas?"

"Can other instruments be different?"

"They said you were the one who made the Orion gang run away from the forest?"

"Ho, ho, maybe. "Is there an empty seat?"

...Is this the life of an insider?

It's break time after music class.

As I was about to move to the next class, I was immediately dumbfounded by the chorus of boys and girls surrounding me.

There were some questions that made me wonder what on earth they were asking.

It's no exaggeration to say that each and every one of them is an aspiring lover. To think that they would attract so much attention in a forest where the standards for appearance are so high.

Of course, there were many people who followed me in my past life.

However, those who looked at me with trust and affection disappeared as the blood on my hands thickened.

When the wishes of my teachers and church members were fulfilled and I laid down all my burdens, everyone just worshiped me from afar with fear and awe.

Those who approached me with such innocent sparkling eyes no longer existed.

"Puu..."

"Hmm..."

But right now, as I am enjoying those feelings again, there is someone glaring at me from behind.

The two women were a little scary.

"Let's talk slowly later. "I have to quickly go to the next class now."

I am shooing away the flock of little heroes who have gathered with what I call a benevolent smile. Suddenly, I felt five figures coming towards me through the crowd.

"Ah~ class. "I guess you were a tougher person than I thought?"

"That's right. Ereinea. But the performance was so beautiful."

"Does it look like it tastes good?"

"You have a nice body and a pretty face. Honestly, I prefer this rather than gisaeng orabi or Tteokdae."

"Oh my, Pesileni. "You don't add or subtract too much from your words."

Five beautiful girls emerged through the divided crowd.

Beautiful girls, pretty girls, I feel like I'm revealing something, but if anyone sees them, they will naturally be drawn to whether they are from an idol group or a model.

She is Oh In-bang, the beautiful girl with the incredible five-colored hair that I briefly saw yesterday.

The five of them, who seemed to be flattered by pretending that they liked receiving attention, surrounded me and slowly began to look around me as if they were criticizing me, enjoying the envious looks that were gathering around me.

"Wow...! Look at these muscles. "From what age and how rigorously did you train?"

"Hmm... If the face is like this, it's a passing grade, no, it's better than that."

"Do you have a flute? "Play it one more time."

"I guess driving out Orion's gang or competing with Hercules one-on-one wasn't something completely out of the ordinary?"

"Chulup..."

At first, I was a little impressed by her beauty and shocking hair color, but when they suddenly came in and started criticizing me as an innocent person, I was a bit upset.

"What are they doing?"

"Oh?"

When I growled in frustration, the hot pink head, which seemed to be the most powerful of the five, opened its eyes round in surprise.

"Are you sure you don't know us?"

"Ah, Ereinea, this is a country bumpkin who came three days ago. "You might not know our names."

"Oh right. "They said they came from an island I'd never heard of called Passos."

"I heard those ugly crescent hunters are also your work?"

"Ah? You mean those ugly things that were being carried away by muscle pain earlier? It looks good. "You did something a little strange, freshman?"

I had to take back what I said about being an idol or a model.

It's just that he speaks a little politely, but looking at those snarky eyes and the words and actions that openly belittle people,

Perhaps these are some kind of ancient Iljin gang that believe in their beauty and whiteness in the Forest of Heroes.

"After..."

Hmm... After the gods have gone, why on earth are not one, but two groups of bloodless things coming at different times and aggroing me?

Is this like a reaction to excessive aggro in the beginning?

The first round is about high school girls who are bullies, and the second round is about Iljin's gang?

"Whoa... Young master, Mencius. Is this what you mean?"

Okay.

Do you mean that a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, and that we should first turn the lower versions into humans before dealing with those Shin-Gaps?

-Crack.

A suddenly burning Confucian soul awakened my strength and mission.

The moment I relax my hands, pondering how I can teach this group of people how to pay for making me use my strength twice today.

"Are you guys still doing this?"

Atalanta suddenly grabbed my shoulder and grabbed me by the arm, flashing her red hair as bright as the sun.

Blocking my path, I confronted the group of five people.

"Oh my... Atalanta?"

"What? "She said she didn't like men and messed around with those ugly things."

"What's wrong with you? After adjusting the belly button once. "It could have all been in vain, right?"

-Cluck cluck!

A group of people openly ridiculing Atalanta, who came forward as if to protect me.

Atalanta, who was watching this intently, sighed and immediately launched a counterattack.

"What. "The ones who came into the forest begging because their mom and dad didn't even call them?"

...It turns out it wasn't a counterattack, but a nuclear bombing. Atalanta.

◈ Chapter 58 - Yes, How Are You?

First of all, to explain, Atalanta's status was very high in the Forest of Heroes.

Whatever her true story, Atalanta was now a very important princess in her country, so much so that she sent her army to the Forest of Heroes to retrieve her.

Also, as the daughter of Artemis, she grew up in the arms of a bear and was the symbol of a hero loved by the gods, and she was the main character of one of the few oracles that controlled the fate of a nation.

In fact, Atalanta, her party, was not even interested in Arcadia, and she tried to send a letter saying that she would give up the status of king or princess who had abandoned her.

First of all, the matter was put on hold due to the persuasion of Chiron and Chariklo, who convinced him that he did not know what would happen next.

In addition, Ilsin's inaction was also innate, after he single-handedly defeated all the followers of the daughters of Ares and the daughters of Aphrodite.

She proudly rose to the ranks of the golden generation along with Hercules, Theseus, and Jason and became the leader of the Artemis hunting party.

However, a great ordeal has come to her this time.

It's love.

The cruel yet beautiful golden arrow of Eros pierced her heart.

Last night, in the back of her banquet hall, where everyone was welcoming Dianes and Nesneria and having a great time, Arsis, the vice leader of the Artemis hunting party, and his group hurled sharp criticism at Dianes and her companion. It was.

How could a hunter who called herself the daughter of Artemis insult Artemis by falling for a man with a smooth face like that, who wore the clothes of a lowly servant and had no knowledge of his origins?

Atalanta also had nothing to say.

She was saved by Artemis and promised eternal hunting under her crescent moon.

The female hunters who followed her Artemis also recognized her, promoted her as their leader, and followed her, and under the name of her Artemis, they formed a faction in the Forest of Heroes.

But she fell in love with a man.

For those who called themselves daughters of Artemis, it was tantamount to betrayal.

The members of her hunting troupe who followed her were in confusion, and her ambitious vice-captain, who led her faction before she became the leader, decided to publicly humiliate her. It was the previous morning.

However, as usual, she was so energetic that she could not refute Arsis.

She even almost damaged her clothes, which Hera had personally gifted her, but she just stumbled around like a roe deer hit by an arrow.

Because the person who was more confused than anyone else was Atalanta herself.

She lived her whole life looking only at Artemis, who saved her.

She would one day leave the forest and become a hero known throughout Greece, and then she would run through the hunting grounds with her goddess for eternity.

However, the feeling of love that suddenly came to her like an accident made her pursue it with all her might, as if she were chasing her prey.

First Impressions? She was at her worst, both to him and to her.

First meet? If she remembers it again, or if Diane mentions it again, she will gladly throw herself into the sea.

No matter how much I thought about it, no matter how much I looked back, there was no reason for her to go crazy like this.

Of course, Dianes looks objectively good-looking.

Since she had experienced it herself, she knew without saying that the martial art was not ordinary either.

In addition, for some reason, Dianes had a strange atmosphere that was clearly different from other minor heroes such as Hercules and Theseus, and among the other female members, Dianes was talked about a lot from the first day she joined.

Even among the members of the Artemis hunting party, they even said that it was their first time seeing such a handsome boy.

No matter how much they are female hunters who follow Artemis and swear chastity, they are also schoolgirls in their prime.

The handsome new student who appeared like a comet and had somewhat sad eyes even though he was the same number as Master Chiron was enough to attract her attention.

However, Atalanta, who was full of thorns, did not like the sight of the cow hero that her hunters talked about, so she poured out all of her anger that she had kept tightly inside her and let out her anger to the fullest.

But the result was her defeat.

Her martial arts, her speed, and even her heart were all taken away by him in an instant, and she was lost in her confidence as she wandered aimlessly between her love and pride.

In the end, after last night's scolding, she tried to participate in the morning class with a tattered feeling, right before she was insulted by Arsis and his gang who attacked her like a wild cat.

When she saw Diane who appeared like the wind again, she could understand why her love was ugly and cruel.

Although she was Atalanta, she resented Dianes for causing such trouble to her and even having another woman (?) By her side.

Her back and her sweating for her.

A large hand grabbed her hand.

Yet, the way he cared for her heart and comforted her in silence sweetly boiled down even that resentment and wrapped it stickily around her heart.

As a final blow.

Everyone was looking at her, and in the midst of her close range, they sat her proudly in the seat next to her.

In the end, she had no choice but to admit that Dianes was focusing only on her, ignoring the fact that others were trying to get closer to her.

The hunter was a competitive warrior.

They were fighters who always fought tenaciously against their prey and danced fiercely with the forest.

And Atalanta had no choice but to admit that the hunter named Atalanta was ultimately defeated by her love that appeared before her.

Once I realized her defeat and acknowledged her love, everything became surprisingly simple and clear.

No, it wasn't even a defeat.

I just failed to hunt once.

A hunter's hunt continues until he succeeds, and he only pursues his prey until the hunt is over.

I feel sorry for Artemis and her sisters.

Her prey, whom she would pursue for the rest of her life, had already appeared before her eyes.

'Sorry. Goddess.'

But no matter how much she thought and agonized, she could never let go of this prey.

No matter how many waves crash against her and no matter how much others criticize her, how can she miss the prey that grabs all her senses just by smiling in front of her.

Above all, she had a hunch as she saw the four lacy nymphs behind her, laughing at her as if accusing her of her own plight.

If she does not hold on tightly, this cruel and seductive mass of agony will surely spawn countless other miserable thinkers like herself.

It was obvious that the number of troublesome troublemakers like her, or more precisely, the nymph with the slimy eyes who pretended to be innocent and controlled Dianes, would increase.

Look, the daughters of Aphrodite and Ares, who are already causing a stir in the forest, are boasting about their prey.

However, it seemed like they only believed in their appearance and fame.

On the contrary, Dianes seemed to be looking at her as if she was evaluating her, and as if she was getting heated, she was tightening her grip and seemed like she was going to run away at any moment.

He had the same arrogance towards Hercules and was almost beaten by him, but Jason and Theseus tried to dissuade him, so he just let it go.

To think she would do the same thing to her prey.

Atalanta decided that she would no longer hold back and that she would reveal herself honestly to herself and to him.

"What do you mean, the ones who came into the forest begging because their mom and dad didn't even call them?"

Blood for blood.

Insult after insult.

How dare she utter such base insults about her relationship with him.

They will have to accept twice as much humiliation than that.

* * *

"...What?"

"Z, Z, Z, Z, what did you just say?"

"Hey... Atalanta, did you turn around? "Do you want to die?!"

"Keuuuuu!

"...Kill them?"

And...

They say that if a woman harbors resentment, there will be frost in the month of May.

It's barely frost, it's liquid nitrogen.

Atalanta said with her own mouth.

Most of the minor heroes who came here were clearly born with godly blood.

It is said that many of them were born unplanned, not by humans but by the gods, and were not welcomed among humans.

Obviously, the extraordinaryness shown from his birth and the noble lineage of being born of God made many people cherish him as a precious child.

More than that, they were taboo because they were foreign, and they were usually ostracized because they were illegitimate children who did not receive Hera's blessing.

The demigods who caused numerous troubles and accidents due to their innate bloodline nature had no place in normal human society.

The gods rarely cared for their children after one night with humans, to the extent that people like Ares and Hermes who cared for their children were called a special species.

In the end, it is said that those who are ignored by gods and rejected by humans gather here in the Forest of Heroes as if they were exiled.

'The life of a hero born in the wrong era is more cruel than the daily life of a farmer plowing the fields.'

In the end, most of the little heroes gathered here were full of big and small wounds.

Like Orion, who tried to attack Neri even though he couldn't even see Atalanta's face due to his distorted pride in his lineage and the hurt of being abandoned.

They tend to run wild, make sudden moves, or, like those five people, try to regain their self-esteem by deliberately putting others down.

But it's Atalanta. You who said that and told me to be careful.

What should I do if he throws a nuclear bomb-level pad lip like that?

'This isn't about mental remodeling, but should I open a counseling center?'

Heroes' childhoods are all like this, so myths and tales are all messed up.

The Confucian spirit of the country of etiquette in the East has been revived by what happened this morning, and I am slowly making plans for a counseling center.

The group of five who threw punches and then got hit with a nuclear weapon slowly surrounded Atalanta.

"...These?"

Who are you trying to throw away in front of now?

And that too, to my lover, whom I clearly announced to everyone?

It was just as I was about to lift up my fingers, which were all loose, and step forward to show off the corporal punishment of love.

"No. "Stay back."

"Atalanta dared to insult our goddesses. "The punishment is also the responsibility of the goddesses!"

"The third party is out!"

Suddenly, some scary looking sticks blocked my path and growled.

That wasn't all.

A group of men, each with a mirror and a sword emblazoned on the hem of their clothes, came rushing in and tried to push me out.

Amman: Even though I have the third highest mental age here, right now my body was in the throes of youth, and naturally, my blood and energy sometimes overwhelmed my reason. This was about the third time since I came to the forest, and each time, this forest turned upside down. .

What are these people believing and attacking now?

"We are Aprecia. "They are the guardians of Ares and Aphrodite's beautiful women!"

"No matter how good you are at magic and martial arts, you can compete with Hercules."

"Nothing can stop our passion and faith!"

"It's okay that I took over that nymph and that Atalanta. How dare you bewitch our goddesses and ignore their words!?"

"I'm jealous... I'll kill you!"

...Were those idiots a fan club?

Anyway, they say you can't give up your fandom even if you die.

It was difficult for me to understand their feelings even a little, so I tried to persuade them with a smile.

"Hey, guys? Being a fan isn't your part-time job. I've been overexerting myself for three days in a row and I can't control my strength well. "Do you know what I mean?"

This meant that if I didn't get out of the way right now, I would end up in the care of Asclepius' treatment center, not the counseling center.

"Uh..."

"Wait, wait..."

"I had a one-on-one battle with Hercules..."

"Will we be opponents?"

Perhaps my earnest persuasion(?) Had worked, as the fan clubs were quietly swaying and hesitating.

Should I get out of the way by harassing one guy like this? Or, just as I was contemplating whether to say one more word.

"Kwaek?!"

"Kya-!"

A loud scream began to come through the cracks of the sweaty rice cakes.

"W-what is it?"

"No way... No, it's Lady Ereinea or Lady Fesileni. You trained so hard.

"You will be defeated by Atalanta again-"

Tteokdae 1, who worked hard to explain the situation.

However, everyone was speechless at the sight of a shadow flying above them.

"Aaaaah!"

"Oh my."

A hot pink shooting star was flying towards me.

No, when I saw the leader of the group who called himself Ereinea, I thought about running away for a moment.

I was afraid that her negligence might cause trouble, so I lightly caught her out of thin air.

"Uh..Uhh?"

"So, I should have looked at the opponent and attacked him..."

The five people were clearly of a fairly high standard compared to their behavior.

The hot sauce hair and ultra violet hair were quite well groomed.

The hot pink, fluorescent colors, and deep blue colors I received felt foreign, perhaps because they had mastered ancient magic unique to Greece.

But even so, Atalanta was already a warrior one level above them.

"Queng!"

"Wow! Pesileni!"

With a strange sound, a hot sauce called Pesileni flew into the fan club and collapsed.

Beyond the open field of view, Atalanta lays deep blue and fluorescent glitter on the ground and displays ultra violet.

I was pushing hard.

"This, this, this... This is ridiculous!"

"What's wrong!"

The purple Smurf also appears to be quite skilled in martial arts, but is pushed back by Atalanta's brilliant attack.

In a way, it was natural, but I had to break into a cold sweat at Atalanta's defeat.

'How is he using those fighting techniques?'

Maybe I saw something wrong, even if I try to readjust her vision.

Although Atalanta's martial arts were crude and sloppy, they were definitely martial arts that I could not help but notice.

A typical fighter's magic attack that is rough and standard, but accurate and sharp.

A rare fighting technique that swept the martial arts world single-handedly, reaching the ultimate level with only bare fists, without using even a handful of magic power.

The sword of the martial arts warrior flickered from Atalanta's hands and feet.

◈ Chapter 59 - Apollo and Artemis

Olympus is the great mountain that anyone born in Greece and who reveres the gods can't help but look up to.

On the peak that rose to the sky beyond the sky was the city of the great gods.

Starting with the Great Temple of Zeus and Hera, built on the highest peak, the Messenger Temple of Hermes is where messenger birds, papyrus, messengers, and the gods of the wind come and go without stopping.

Athena's Great Library, which oversees Olympus' clothing, tactics, knowledge, and art.

The barley temple of Demeter is always filled with the scent of fragrant bread and savory barley.

Aphrodite's Rose Temple, which is always beautiful with swans and roses, etc.

The temple, so splendid and beautiful that it seemed to embody the divine work of each god, always looked down upon the residents of Olympus and the believers of Greece.

And if I were to choose the most dazzling temple among them, it would be the Temple of the Sun, located on the east side of Olympus, which always shines brightly.

As you climb the white marble stairs, the first thing that greets passers-by is a blue laurel tree, planted to commemorate the heartbreaking love of the temple's owner.

When a believer passes by the laurel tree, recalling the heartbreaking love between God and the fairy, he is greeted by a temple with pillars and roof made of gold and silver and decorated with olivine and diamond.

The carvings on the pillars detailed the hardships the owner of the great temple experienced during his birth, his feat of overcoming them and defeating the giant snake Python, and his deeds of leading the chariot of the eternal sun.

The pilgrims who passed by dispersed to make their own wishes.

Pilgrims who come to visit the god of healing pray to the god of healing by offering a white crow in front of the mournful laurel tree.

Poets who came to pray to the God of Music for inspiration would play the instruments they each brought with them, basking in the warm sunlight.

Devotees who come to admire and praise the sun god will pass by the relief depicting the death of Python and kneel under the statue, which is carefully carved in the image of the temple owner.

And when a believer who praises the sun looks up to the statue of a god and reveres it.

Beyond the statue, I could see God's mansion, always filled with bright sunlight.

However, the god's mansion beyond the statue had long since disappeared beyond the gate.

The doors that were always wide open to welcome the sick and poets who came to visit them were closed tightly, rejecting visitors, and the nymphs and goddesses who came and went to the temple to catch a glimpse of the sun god and the most handsome man in the world disappeared. They could only sigh in sorrow at their idol.

A violent guest who did not fall into any of the categories above visited the Temple of the Sun, which had a gloomy atmosphere under the warm sunlight.

-Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A golden gate carved with the image of a beautiful god driving the golden chariot of the sun.

The visitor was violently banging on the door, which no one in this temple dared to touch because it was too sinful to even touch it, and screamed loudly.

"Brother! "Brother!!"

Normally her enraged devotees and nymphs would have single-mindedly driven out her rampaging scoundrels, but at this moment, none of the guardians of her temple dared to think of restraining her.

"Right! Right! Open the door! Uh!!"

-Bang!

Beautiful eyes that sparkle fiercely, silky black hair rolled up so as not to get in the way.

The beautiful hunting clothes woven from moonlight by her mother Leto, the goddess of motherhood, and the silver bow, Hephaestus' masterpiece, spoke of who she was.

"Ah, Artemis has arrived...!"

"Nymphs! "Evacuate quickly!"

"Oh my, what a mess this is!"

The believers, who had been quiet and self-reflecting according to the faith of their god, ran away in confusion at the sudden visit of the moon goddess.

She came every day to see her brother buried in the temple, but today she seemed very uncomfortable.

The Moon Hunter, one of the most unpredictable in Olympus, was famous for being harsh on those who were not his followers, especially men and married women.

Her cruelty, especially in her cold banishment of poor Callisto, who had forcibly lost her virginity by Zeus, and even in allowing her to be cursed to be turned into a she-bear by her queen Hera, is reflected in her cruelty to the inhabitants of Olympus. It was even enough to make her afraid.

Especially for Artemis, who is so angry that she runs wild all the way to the top of her head, it would be better for her to die if she is even the slightest nuisance.

The believers of the Sun who had been quietly guarding the door had no choice but to run away, praying for the safety of the god who had closed the door.

"You're not opening the door?!"

The believers dispersed, and Artemis, left alone in front of the large door, huffed and gritted her teeth.

However, there was something that the believers who quickly left the place did not notice.

A bright red handprint engraved on that neat and beautiful face, resembling the moon in the sky.

Pure white hunting clothes, disheveled as if they had been rolled on the ground.

Even the silver bow and arrow were broken in two or shaking from the bow case.

If her hunters or other residents had seen her, she would have been astonished.

Her eyes filled with anger and humiliation, with tears streaming down her face, must have made the viewer feel her heart break.

The proud huntress would not have forgiven her for being rude to someone who caught a glimpse of her own indecency.

It can be said that the quick response and escape of the Olympus residents was very wise.

"Uuuuu as... "Muuuuun..!!"

Artemis, who was desperately looking for her brother to find out what had happened to her, ended up crying and was on the verge of bursting into tears.

Then, as if she had heard her cries, the huge golden door opened without a sound, and with the warm sunlight, her brother, whom she had been desperately looking for, rushed out to greet her.

"Artemis! "My sister!"

"Boo...! Urabiiiii!!"

Artemis was so angry that she burst into tears in her brother's arms.

"Sister, what the hell is going on? What's wrong with your face?! "

"Huh! Urabiiiii!!"

Apollo felt his heart break at the sight of his sister crying loudly in his arms, unable to say anything properly.

Who would dare leave such a terrible scar on the daughter of Zeus, his sister, and one of the Twelve Gods of Olympus?

"Come on in first. Let's take care of the wound first."

"Hmm..."

"Now, hmm!"

"Joy!"

Apollo, who had himself healed his sister's nose with the hem of her garment, took her to the infirmary prepared in his abode and began examining her wounds.

"It must have hurt a lot. If this was the case, you should have just come straight to me. "Why are you scaring believers at the door?"

"Yeah, but..."

I cleaned Artemis' swollen face with a golden salve mixed with ambrosia and medicinal herbs.

Apollo's special elixir that instantly heals any scar just by applying it.

However, he cleaned it thoroughly three times and even used his healing power.

The bright red scars left on my sister's beautiful face showed no signs of disappearing.

Apollo's face stiffened at that sight.

"No way, sister... Did you have a fight with Hera?"

How many beings would dare to strike the moon goddess Artemis like this and destroy her sacred object?

"Hicuk!"

As if his guess was correct, Artemis, who had been sniffling, stiffened in surprise.

"Ugh... Why did you do that..."

Queen, protector of home and marriage, and the most powerful goddess.

She was the old Earth Mother Goddess and guardian of ancient mysteries, and although she handed over all her divine duties to Demeter and Hecate, she was a great witch who commanded powerful ancient monsters. She was a goddess of tremendous divine power, worthy of the name Queen of the Gods.

Zeus's infidelity reached its peak, and in the winter when she was extremely angry, Greece was so bitterly cold that even Apollo, who drove the sun chariot, had to wear thick fur clothes.

Considering the siblings' origins, she had to be thankful that Her Majesty had even allowed them to ascend to the throne of Olympus.

It was true that the two siblings, along with their mother Leto, suffered from Hera's persecution from the time they were born.

First of all, the two siblings were illegitimate children born as a result of Zeus's failure to respect the queen's divinity, and Zeus' decision to appoint them as gods in recognition of their achievements was passed because of the queen's mercy.

"What on earth happened?"

"That's it... Wow!!"

Both Apollo and Artemis felt uncomfortable facing the queen who had persecuted them, so they were careful not to clash with her as much as possible.

Apollo could not understand why Artemis had suffered such humiliation from her queen.

Seeing Artemis crying again, Apollo took a deep breath and hurried to go somewhere, where she brought things and took care of her sister herself.

"Just calm down and listen to this, sister. "It will keep you warm."

A warm neck tar made with herbs that are good for stabilization and a blanket filled with warmth were draped over her shoulders.

Sipping her steaming warm nectar, Artemis just stared down at the ground with her puffy eyes for a long moment.

Still, seeing her brother waiting patiently, she soon opened her mouth.

"That is..."

A few hours ago.

Her huntresses brought shocking news.

Well, she is in love with Atalanta, the female hunter in the forest who is her favorite hero.

She dared to save her life, and her sworn oath to live in purity for her own sake betrayed her and made her lover.

The forest nymphs say that on a sunny morning when her brother Apollo was driving her chariot, they even kissed passionately for all to see.

The fact that Hera blessed them or that she personally adorned Atalanta was beyond her interest.

She deserved to be so cruel that the huntress who betrayed her thought that her death would be a more comfortable way to pay for her. They even forgot that they were in Chiron's sanctuary, knowing that the lover was the obnoxious Dianes of Passos who had left the scar on her shoulder.

"Artemis."

Just as her carriage was entering Messenia near the Forest of Heroes.

There was her noble voice calling to her from the top of the high mountain Taygetus, which guarded the borders of her Messenia.

"Your Majesty?"

Hera sits on her mountain peak with a smile as cool as the midwinter north wind, beckoning her to come here.

The goddess she fears most in the world suddenly blocks her path.

"It's still a long way from evening, what on earth is going on? "Even taking care of the moonlight like that."

"..."

"My throat hurts. Are you really going to talk on the carriage?"

How dare you make me look up at you and talk to you right now?

Hera, who was gently threatening her, didn't seem like she would let her go easily.

But she didn't have time for this now.

Her traitor, who betrayed her as soon as possible, and her black hair, who not only insulted her but also robbed her of her hunter, must be punished.

"Ji, I'm busy right now! "We have to go quickly!"

At the same time, she was about to swing the reins of the carriage again to avoid her spot.

"...Since when did the hierarchy of Olympus become so messed up?"

Artemis was about to get out of this place as quickly as possible when she heard the queen's voice filled with subtle anger.

Her mighty power gathered above her, and then her tremendous shock struck her and her chariot.

-Cookung!

"Kwaaaaah?!"

In an instant, Artemis crashed into her carriage and was unable to come to her senses due to the shock hitting her entire body.

Artemis screamed as she was crushed by her overturned carriage, and suddenly, before she had time to wonder what was going on, her white hands yanked her from the wreckage of her carriage.

"Off... Ugh?!"

By the time she came to her senses and opened her eyes.

The queen of the gods lifted her by the collar with one hand and hung her in the air.

"You are truly crazy. "How dare you look down from the carriage?"

Artemis seemed to come to her senses at the sight of her beautiful eyes burning with divine power glaring at her and her powerful divine power tightly entrapping her.

Since Artemis roamed the forests of Greece rather than Olympus, she had forgotten about it for a while.

Why is the queen called queen?

Why is Hera called the goddess of goddesses?

◈ Chapter 60 - A Hundred Years From Heaven's Demon Life, You Will Be Able to Tell the Truth.

-Match!

Artemis' eyes seemed to flash as the impact struck her face.

The flash that filled her vision disappeared and she came to her senses to find her queen glaring at her with her stern eyes.

"The crime of daring not to humiliate her queen and keeping her head stiff."

-Match!

"The crime of daring to invade the forest of Chiron, whose sanctuary was acknowledged by Zeus and Olympus, for personal reasons."

-Match!

"The crime of daring to harm the children I blessed in the name of Hera."

-Match!

"The crime of daring to tyrannize a child who does not yet belong to you by claiming it is yours."

-Match!

"The crime of daring to show blood to a minor hero child in an unseemly manner, and tarnishing the honor of Olympus by recklessly unleashing divine power."

-Clap! Clap! Clap!

Every time Hera's beautiful hand stroked her cheek, Artemis felt as if Elysium was shimmering in the distance.

After the accusations containing the Queen's divine power without hesitation were constantly poured out along with her crimes.

Hera threw her harshly to the ground, and her bow and arrows, which were hanging from her back, were scattered all over her.

"The crime of trying to tarnish the honor of Olympus out of personal feelings and invading the sanctuary for something that did not infringe upon your honor or business is not a light one. "I'll move on to this one."

Hera smiled coldly as she saw her silver bow falling at her feet.

At that smile, Artemis sensed her ominous spirit even in her daze and tried to run towards her own bow.

-Kwasik!

"No!!"

Artemis watched before her very eyes as her goddess' kick tore her body in two.

"If you meddle in my business one more time, you will realize that I was very merciful today."

Hera leisurely disappeared, glancing at Artemis, who was looking down at her broken body in devastation.

* * *

"That's how it happened."

Not only what happened to Hera, but also what happened to that obnoxious Diamusgi on Passos Island.

That hated guy who dared to invade her hunting grounds took her revenge and got angry at her.

In the end, just when she was about to punish her personally, he attacked her and even hurt her on her shoulder, etc.

Artemis told her brother everything that had happened.

"Under...!"

Apollo held his face and couldn't help but lament as he heard his sister's tearful story.

Hermes said that he had also heard that a human hero, whom both Ares, Poseidon, and even his father Zeus were very fond of, had been blessed by Hera and had been given a lover.

But no matter how true it is, how can the Queen of Olympus be so harsh on her fellow Olympian goddess just because of a minor hero?

The other person is a half-human and half-god whose lineage is still unclear, and isn't he a high treason who dared to see the blood of a goddess?

Her cause was certainly plausible, but it was a situation where her own sister sacrificed her life to protect one of her half-human demigods.

No matter how difficult their relationship with Hera was, and Artemis's fault was great.

They clearly said that the Twelve Gods, one of the pillars of Olympus, shed blood and tears like this.

Apollo was filled with anger and jumped up from his seat because the person who was being persecuted was his sister, who would not hurt even if he looked at her.

"I guess it won't work."

"Brother..?"

Apollo's sun-like eyes flashed with anger.

In an instant, the golden bow in his hand and the quiver of sunlight wrapped around his back were representing his will.

"No matter how much you call me Hera, I can't do this. "No one would dare allow my sister to be persecuted like this!"

However, no matter how Apollo he was, he could not dare to go and argue with Hera.

Artemis was not persecuted very unfairly, and it was not a sin for Atalanta, who had not yet joined her hunting party, to become her lover.

However, the main culprit in all these incidents was different.

"The wrath of the sun will be upon that shameless man who dared to scar the pure skin of a goddess, and who used her queen's power to seduce the hunter whom his sister had fortune-telled!"

If Dianes heard it, what kind of bullshit is this? She proudly shouted out words that would have been absurd,

Apollo comforted his sister.

"Sister, wait a moment. "That foolish person who dared to insult the Moon Goddess will know the full extent of God's punishment!"

* * *

It was a day that left me so lost that I didn't know what was going on.

Atalanta drags Neri, who whines that she will sleep in the same room, to the women's dormitory.

I was rolling around on the bed in the dormitory assigned to me.

The accommodation was a 6-story insular, which can be called a Greek-style apartment.

The room we were assigned was neat and luxurious, with a large space of about 20 pyeong (approximately 20 pyeong) with two attached rooms, and it even had a toilet and bath in this ancient era.

I thought that this was a real academy for mythical heroes.

Of course, it was incomparably smaller than the palace I lived in during the time of the Demon King, but compared to the suffocating small gosiwon I lived in on Earth, it could be said to be heaven.

An apartment that boasts modern facilities that are comparable to those of the 21st century, although it is styled only in the style of ancient Greece from the mythical era, which is one of the most ancient times in ancient times.

I was quite satisfied with this and was lying on the bed in my bedroom, sorting out the piles of hardcore difficulty quests.

"Ugh?"

I jumped up, shuddering at the sudden, unpleasant feeling.

"What, I feel like something really annoying is going to happen."

If you spend almost half of your life in a secret struggle and the other half in a bloody struggle, is it possible that what should be called intuition or sixth sense is also trained?

Whenever I thought something unusual was going to happen, I would suddenly start to tremble.

But the problem now was that it was impossible to predict where and when trouble would occur.

"First of all, the most embarrassing thing right now is..."

It was Atalanta, who had brought the team to its knees while beautifully shedding sweat.

No matter how inactive I am and my eyesight is not what it used to be, I beat up the Grim Reaper in charge in front of me,

Also, there was no way I could not recognize the incredible box fighting technique that I had beaten until I mastered it.

"Ah... Tuma, is that idiot really hitting me in the ass here too?"

A martial arts demon.

There was a rare fighter who achieved this with a mission to conquer the entire martial arts world with just one fist, which people in the world say is a fierce spirit, but which I say is simply ignorant.

He completely shattered the common sense that only warriors with similar ascending martial arts could deal with a martial artist who had learned ascending martial arts. Although he was a figure of magic, he was the leader of a cult with numerous followers in both the political and social factions.

No matter how much the political factions promoted their cooperation and righteousness, in the end, their cooperation and righteousness depended on how well the order of the martial arts world they ruled could be maintained.

They are the ones who are justice, so if they don't follow it, it's a crime.

The righteous third-rate warriors vomit blood on the latter-day leaders who are fools who met their father well.

A highly virtuous local military officer collapses due to the tyranny of military officers who came in on the backs of powerful families.

It wasn't just a day or two thing.

However, Mugeuktuma, who subdued those huge factions with pure fighting skills without even using a single bet,

Even though he was a magician, he was said to be the leader with the largest number of followers in history, regardless of whether he was a magician or a demon.

The worst part is when he runs out of the school and destroys the martial arts group.

The Gupa Ilbang and the Five Daesega, who were humiliated by him, sent a chase team claiming that Madou was traversing the Wulin region, but the small and medium-sized factions under his command joined together and expressed their support for him.

As a result, it was said that the period when Mugeuktuma was the leader was the period in the history of the Heavenly Demon Church that was closest to unification of martial arts.

And along with such fighters, the one who was passionately spotlighted was Tuma Gong, a martial arts martial arts expert who was able to glimpse the realm of Shin Gong through external attacks.

Tuma-gong, which even has a simple name as a martial art created by the simple and ignorant Madou, who beats up and defeats the Grim Reaper who was diligently carrying out official duties, is a martial art that overcomes its limitations through martial arts, no matter how poor its internal strength is.

But Atalanta unfolded it?

How on earth?

"...It's not like it's really hard to guess."

Definitely the moment Atalanta and I shared images at the treatment center last time.

The summit of Samjae reached through Cheonmagunlimbo.

That gaze is not just the shape of a mountain peak, but also everything I have learned and everything I have experienced.

And beyond this, it was the manifestation of a symbol that had reached the top of the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and five shames that spread throughout all things in the world.

The sea of clouds lurking beneath my feet was my life and my source of Korean sweets.

The cluster of stars twinkling above my head represents the martial arts skills I have learned, my enlightenment, and the state I have reached.

It seemed that at least once in the landscape, not only did he overcome Simma, but he also stole a small piece from the cluster of stars floating in the sky.

"Ugh... I don't know."

I was so sad that my life was fading away because I was suffering from my own emotions, so I extended my hand a little.

I never would have thought that this brazen girl would have emptied my bottom pocket.

Of course, it wasn't her intention, and perhaps the enlightenment of Mugeuk Tuma's Tuma Gong was a good match for her.

Or maybe I wanted to take care of something without realizing it.

"I'll teach you in earnest starting tomorrow."

It's that guy who's invincible. He is a man who would welcome his martial arts skills with open arms if he were to be passed on to the heroes of ancient mythology across the central plains.

Atalanta was still barely following Toumagong's older brother.

I need to come along and teach them well before they develop bad habits or become distorted.

"Let's just say that..."

What on earth is this eerie premonition?

Obviously, the biggest issue has been resolved, but with an unpleasant feeling still tickling my spine, I sat down at my desk and began to organize the quests piled up in the papyrus one by one.

◈ Chapter 61 - List of Fun and Exciting Troubles