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◈ Chapter 21 - A Huntress With Broken Pride

'Hwiyu~ Is that girl our princess? 'Is it pretty?'

'So if I catch that woman, our kingdom will be mine?'

'Wow, there's already a steady stream of suitors. Should I try it too?'

Rather than seeing her as a hunter and a minor hero called Atalanta, she is simply a woman to be conquered.

Those ugly eyes that see you as a tool of power.

She didn't know what to do as she faced the men's ugly desires for the first time in her life.

And the man who came to welcome her, her father, the general of Iasos, the king of Arcadia, was even more disgusting.

"Hmph, Your Majesty is too kind. Even if you don't have a son, you're sending me to bring back the girl you abandoned in the forest. She's so pretty, it might be useful if we use it as an arranged marriage."

Words that belittle her endlessly, showing no courtesy or respect for her.

And the words that followed were the catalyst.

"Princess, how about Jia Bi for the minor role? "I don't know anything else, but my night job is excellent."

The general's eyes were extremely ugly as he said that and chuckled.

A dirty mouth mocking her own pride.

Ugly eyes that tarnish one's reputation.

When she came to her senses, she already had blood all over her body.

He ripped out the tongue of the general who dared to insult the daughter of Artemis like that.

He plucked out his ugly eyes and trampled on the hunter raised by the King of the Mountains who dared to do so.

A tragedy that occurred in the blink of an eye.

As her general, who had lost her tongue and her eye in an instant, let out her screams, the soldiers from all around her rushed into her barracks at once, watching her in horror as they saw her covered in blood. I couldn't help it.

'It's a monster! A monster was born from the king's bloodline!'

Under.

She smiled coldly.

With a heart that seems to burn with anger and a reason frozen with cold cruelty.

I find it funny that men whose eyes were previously shining with ugly desire are now colored with fear and fear.

As a hunter, she was more familiar with bows and spears, but she believed in the pride of Greece, so she came empty-handed.

She pulled her sword from the waist of the ugly, screaming general.

A sharp, hard, and cruelly shining murder weapon.

As I had learned so far, I saw a man holding his teeth with both hands and crawling on the ground like a bug.

And then slowly swung it towards its neck.

Just as I have learned so far, slowly and unwaveringly.

-Visor!

However, the sword did not decapitate the ugly man.

"Master..."

"...I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to find out like this."

Chiron, who broke through the Arcadia army in an instant, blocked her sword.

Holding her lightly in his arms, Chiron lashed out at the Arcadian army, who looked up at her with awe and fear.

"How dare you insult me, Chiron's disciple and a minor hero blessed by Artemis, like this!"

-Bang!!

Chiron's angry horse's hooves pounded the earth, and the power he uttered crushed the ugly army of Arcadia.

And then, the immortal, a blood relative of Cronus who had seen the first glory of Olympus and whom the king of the gods had paid homage to, roared.

-Zeus! King of Olympus!! The honor you promised me was so light!!

-Quarring!!

The most powerful celestial fire in all of heaven, earth, and underground responded to the anger of the oldest wise man.

The sunny morning sky was instantly covered with pitch-black thunderclouds, and a menacing thunderstorm shimmered above, glaring at the sinners.

-Artemis! Guardian of virgins!! Will you please watch your daughter be humiliated like this!!

-Shaaaaa!!

In the middle of the sky obscured by thunderclouds, a pure white crescent moon cried out in anger and responded.

The blade-like moonlight flashed coldly like a guillotine toward the criminals who insulted his daughter.

A frightening and wonderful sight.

Faced directly with the wrath of gods far and near, humans howled uglyly and begged for mercy.

The wise man's hand quietly covered her eyes and ears, blocking this.

"Let's just stop. "To home, to our home"

Chiron's voice was drenched in sadness and regret, wondering where the roar filled with anger had gone.

What happened to those lowly men? Atalanta didn't know.

However, the forest nymphs were busy all week restoring the place where the Arcadia army was.

Arcadia was cursed by lightning and the crescent moon for having a foolish king, and all kinds of disasters plagued Arcadia.

I just heard that it was in decline.

It was after that.

Atalanta began to become angry at the fact that even the little heroes she had been rubbing shoulders with were ugly men anyway.

Except for Actaeon, who admires Artemis just like her, Asclepius, who heals her with his calm eyes, and Master Chiron, who teaches her as always.

She didn't let any man get close to her.

Even Chiron could not relieve her deep-rooted hatred and pain, and extraordinary minor heroes such as Hercules and Jason Theseus felt sorry for her pain.

She turned her eyes away from him and covered her ears.

After all, they are all just the same beasts.

It still feels good to close your eyes.

The eyes of the animals staring at me disgustingly.

The foul howl of her beast that had insulted and scolded her.

'Hwiyu~ Is that girl our princess? 'Is it pretty?'

'So if I catch that woman, our kingdom will be mine?'

'Wow, there's already a steady stream of suitors. Should I try it too?'

'Princess, what do you think of Jiabi as Sogwan? I don't know anything else, but the night's work is excellent.'

Shut up.

Live.

How those eyes were plucked out and trampled upon, how those tongues were plucked out, in her mire-like darkness.

Her eyes and her tongue cried out with one voice as she looked at her, her whole body covered in blood and stained red.

-It's a monster! A monster was born from the king's bloodline!

"Shut up!!"

I am not a monster.

A proud daughter of Artemis.

He is a great hunter who was raised by the King of the Mountains through his milk.

"You guys are not the kind of people that can be called monsters!!"

As she protested at the top of her lungs, she suddenly had a knife in her hand.

A sharp, hard, and cruelly shining murder weapon.

When she slowly lifted it up, there was a monster lying at her feet.

A monster covered in blood all over its body.

The monster slowly opened its mouth and spoke.

'You are a monster'

What is the daughter of Artemis?

She grew up drinking bear milk, not human milk.

If something covered in blood is not a monster, then what is it?

Monster, monster, monster.

The blood-covered monster that she called her monster with her distorted smile somehow resembled her.

Her red-brown pigtails were also cut short. The limbs and limbs are beautifully tanned.

Even her eyes, full of despair and ridicule, were just like hers, and were even more hateful.

I slowly raised the knife.

Slowly and unwaveringly, just like I learned from my teacher.

So that I can cut off its head in one fell swoop.

And using that center of gravity, he swung the sword in one go.

-Visor!!

However, this time too, the knife did not decapitate the monster.

This is because the foot sticking out next to her was stabbed with the instep.

"Hey, Cheongseung, can you stop shivering and get up?"

I tried to turn her head to see who the voice was, but before I knew it, she was lying somewhere.

"...Uh?"

Bitter herbal scent, pure white ceiling.

The familiar ceiling welcomed her.

"Here is..."

As my hazy mind wandered through her jumbled memories, I felt her unfamiliar figure moving next to me.

"Are you awake? "Light years"

She slowly turns her head to hear the familiar voice she heard in her dream.

The boy with the sour face was looking down at her.

"Diane...Ness..."

"Oh my, thanks to Light Years, I'm Dianes here on this beautiful day."

* * *

Chapter 1, Section 3 of Mugeuk Iron Dugong.

Grab by the collar, aim accurately, kill with a single blow.

Following Gugyeol's sincere teachings, he was a very artistic iron-digger who, if my Gwon-gak teacher, Mugeuktuma, had seen him, he would have scolded him and called him my disciple.

To be honest, I thought about knocking Atalanta out with a headbutt, or rather, a single punch.

Hey. I also feel like my personality has died a lot. It was like that.

If I had come across a yellow-faced late Jisoo during my days as Cheonma, I would have immediately put him in a mental education center and ordered him to be completely remodeled in the name of Cheonma.

To end it with just a single stun.

Anyway, Ji started an argument and Ji got the first blow, and even then, Atalanta continued to cast the first victory.

The attack and ferocious nature were clearly 15 minutes long, but even if it was me, I was reluctant to use my hands so cruelly while a girl who was almost my granddaughter's age was crying.

...To be honest, I really wanted to punch Jammin, who was whining and kicking.

All the attention around me was so focused that it was impossible not to notice.

So, I used my brain and organized the situation in a way that was appropriate for my age(?).

And the suddenly interfering person will no longer exist.

As I turned around to finally try the main dish, I suddenly saw Chiron with an embarrassed look on his face.

Chariclo looked at me with mysterious eyes, wondering what on earth this was, and asked me to take Atalanta to the treatment center.

Under pressure from the two elders who made it impossible for me to say anything, I ended up carrying Atalanta, who had fainted, on my back to her treatment center.

◈ Chapter 22 - I Don't Like This Kind of Thing.

"Oh...Oh...!! Are we controlling the flow of Nerus by suppressing the flow of Sanguine?...!

"Hyperboreo had a view on the human body that was several times higher than that of modern medicine!"

...Actually, you laid the groundwork to get there.

Even if I say that, you won't understand.

Asclepius stopped me as I was returning to the Colosseum after transporting an emergency patient.

I had breakfast with Asclepius, who had brought my share of breakfast, probably because Chiron had informed me in advance. As promised, he gave me a thorough explanation of the martial arts acupuncture method and the Baek8semaek.

Asclepius understood exactly what was said and cheered.

"Now, as promised, I have copied down the basic knowledge about acupuncture points and blood flow chart. Read it slowly and ask questions if you don't know anything."

"Oooh!! Thank you!"

Asclepius snatched the scroll from my hand in an instant like an eagle snatching its prey, leaving only a message to look for me if anything happens.

I went straight into his lab.

"...Is it that good?"

Well, a good thing is a good thing, so I left Asclepius to cheer and review as he pleased, and I looked at our spare light-year.

At that moment, I reflexively applied too much force and was worried that I may have hurt my head, but when I placed his hand on my forehead and examined it, I found that I had just fainted from shock and that my brain or nerves did not appear to have been injured.

"Tsk, the young ones are already turning yellow..."

If I didn't know what kind of place it was, there was still room for extenuating circumstances.

To throw such a vicious weapon at a vital point that is directly connected to a person's life, knowing it all,

It was something that could not be tolerated, whether as a soldier or as a warrior.

It's not like I was raised to be a professional shooter from a young age.

Even in the Demonic Cult, when they teach about human vital points and extreme blood.

Unless it is an actual fight, a sneak attack, or a life-or-death moment where your life is at stake, we teach you to avoid attacking such extreme points and vital points.

Rather than simply respecting life or honor, it is to focus on such critical points to prevent attacks from becoming simpler and exposing gaps.

"But the so-called hero of mythology forgets the basics and runs wild like that... Tsk tsk, that's stupid."

Starting with Baekhoehyeol at the top of the head, we looked at the acupuncture points that control the circulation of blood flow and Qi and blood, including the neck and clavicle's ceiling, Hwagae, Gyeonwoo, and the chest's Janjung and Geogeol.

Temporarily excessive blood flow caused my lungs and chest muscles to stiffen, interfering with breathing, and because I fainted before the excitement subsided, the burning sensation did not go away, so my energy and blood were fluctuating like crazy.

"Hmm..."

In addition, the muscles and blood vessels in both legs were swollen due to excessive exertion. Should I say that I am fortunate that my bones were not damaged at all?

The arm was pulled too hard at the end and the shoulder was dislocated after Asclepius personally adjusted it.

By roughly touching a few clogged blood vessels, I released the blood flow and relaxed the muscles, and only then did Atalanta's face, which had been struggling, relax.

"...Tsk, yes, her face is pretty, but she is like a flower tree standing in the wilderness."

Flower trees should naturally grow in dense, sunny forests, especially in the crevices of flower trees like mine.

However, the land where those flower trees took root was a rough and dry wasteland.

The fact that it has now taken root and spreads out branches is amazing.

"No, you were meant to live there originally because you had a lot of love and affection to support you in that wasteland?"

Then, something is out of place in the ground where it is rooted, and no matter how the flower blooms, inside it is twisted and I am the only one who knows it and wants to die.

"Huh? "What did you say?"

...Yikes, it's like this again.

As I mumbled something to myself, Asclepius stuck his head out through the laboratory door.

"No, it's nothing"

"Um, is that so? Chariclo said you should guard the hedgehog until he comes to his senses. Please take care of yourselves~"

Fortunately, As was so preoccupied with the basic book on acupuncture and acupuncture that I had copied that he didn't seem to be able to hear it.

So I was left alone with the distraught pretty girl who had once again targeted my vital spot.

"..."

-New liquid, new liquid.

Inside the treatment center, only the quiet sound of Atalanta exhaling could be heard.

As I sat on the chair next to her and watched her to come to her senses at some point, my eyes were naturally drawn to her beauty.

I didn't know it when the poison was rising in my eyes earlier, but I thought it would be worth it to have a running race with the Greek idiots at the risk of my head.

Beautifully tanned and healthy skin, soft hair the color of dark oak, and a fierce beauty that exudes a wild charm, as if you were watching a cheetah running through a meadow.

Wow, I can't help but be amazed that even if he threw a vital kick, it was all over with a single headbutt.

Also, this guy's eyes read the physiognomy as they pleased.

'My parents' clothes... Oh my, the rock is blocking the stream.

The stream of water cannot flow properly because it has been distorted from the beginning.

However, the servant drilled a hole in the rock and caused the flow to flow in a distorted way...'

"...Really. "What is this because of that Seonmudang teacher?"

Among the Twelve Gods, Shin Jae-gwi, So Yeon-myeong, was a teacher who was especially skilled in divination, magic, and magic.

The physiognomy and fortune-telling he taught sometimes allows one to see into a person's fate and fate at will.

It's certainly not that I received a god or anything, but sometimes just by looking at a person's face, the good and bad fortune and the past and future pass by in a flash, but I used it occasionally as a showmanship.

Whenever he behaved arbitrarily like this, he would take off his crane.

"I feel like I'm somehow perverted."

As I shook my head and barely took my eyes off and turned them to the outside, a small moan tickled my ears.

"Uh, mom..."

Atalanta struggles with her hands, looking for her mother, as if she's having a nightmare.

My forehead and neck were soaked with cold sweat, and most of all, I squeezed my eyes shut because of the tears streaming down the corners of my eyes.

"...Ugh"

Have you really gotten older?

I can't believe I'm so disturbed by childish tears.

Even though it didn't really suit me or the way I thought about it, I ended up giving up.

"Oh, come on, uh, mom is here."

Wow!!

If the teachers had seen it, they burst out laughing and the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demonic Cult ended up spitting out a comment that would have caused them to vomit blood.

Probably one of the greatest black stories of all time in all three lives.

As I was alone and suffering internal injuries from the worst act of all time that I felt like I was going to get burned even after I did it, Atalanta started to hang on with all her might like a person who has fallen into the water.

"Mom, Mom...Haa...Haa...Hyaaa!!"

As expected, he must have been the sprout of a hero, but his grip strength was enormous.

At the same time, Atalanta began to struggle for breath and convulse intermittently.

"Simma...!"

I wondered why, compared to her pretty face, her arms and arms were all twisted and twisted. What kind of grudges did this young person have for her small heart? That she could be mad at this age?

Simma is another version of Han that he possesses. He was a wall and obstacle of his own making.

If you overcome that sima, you can move on to the next level, and the more you go over the level, the higher and harder the wall becomes.

In that sense, if Atalanta's Simma had been a martial artist, even if it were me now, I could have easily put it to rest.

Sim is Ki, Ki is Che.

If you control the body, the qi will follow suit, and if you control the qi, the mind will also calm down.

However, these damn extraordinary heroes have developed their minds and bodies to the extreme.

The energy was almost in its natural state, so if you touched it, there was a risk that all of the energy and vitality would be twisted.

"Damn, if I force this thing to submerge, I could really die later. "What should I do?"

And the situation is even worse.

If he's having a seizure while his eyes are open, I'd rather just hit him in the back of the head to make him come to his senses.

However, since Simma came to me in my dream and was having a fucking fit, I had no way to do anything about it.

"Ha... Hey!! Ah...!"

Just when I was about to call As out of urgency.

This time something strange happened in my body.

An unidentified energy that circulated through the energy and blood of my entire body and subtly radiated its presence every time I practiced Qigong.

The strange energy, which was either divine energy or demonic energy, suddenly fluctuated and gathered towards the right hand that Atalanta was holding, and suddenly began to penetrate into Atalanta's body.

"W-what!?"

I don't know why this energy is suddenly acting like this, but I'm already in a state of psyche accompanied by a stress attack, and my blood flow and Qi are turning over, and external energy is coming in?

Today's little hero and future Running Man Deathmatch champion is about to become a corpse.

"Hey hey hey! Stop!"

These guys suddenly got out of control and started running wild.

I tried to pull my hand away to forcibly disconnect, even if it meant causing internal injuries.

Atalanta's hand, which seemed to have been glued together, had no intention of falling off.

No, rather than sticking together, it was as if they had literally become one lump, and Atalanta's energy and blood flow that was connected to that energy began to feel as clearly as if it were mine.

"...What?"

As if it were a natural energy in the bloodstream, or even oxygen contained in the blood, the strange energy began to circulate through Atalanta's bloodstream and energy without any conflict.

As someone who has read not only all the knights and history of martial arts for thousands of years, but also the visions of previous masters, this was the first knight I had ever seen.

How can the energy of an outsider flow with another person's energy without clashing like this?

"...If?"

The energy began to flow steadily throughout Atalanta's body.

So, just in case, I tried using Muryeongsimgong.

"Oh..."

Fortunately, the energy began to flow quietly between Atalanta and my body along the pores.

As if breathing an unconscious patient with an oxygen respirator, the energy flowing through Atalanta's body began to slowly subside.

"..."

It was a strange feeling.

Even if the sense of immorality of examining every inch of the body of a woman who had been fighting for her life just moments ago was somewhat subdued.

What does it mean to say that my energy flows into another person's body, even a woman's body, and that I breathe and move as one through that energy? It was a feeling that was difficult to describe.

"Ugh..Let's focus. Concentrate."

Although Amman's body resembles that of a brisk teenage child, isn't its contents different?

The age of being excited about holding hands with a woman like an adolescent child is long gone.

I'm muttering to myself like that and concentrating on my luck.

It was a time when the energy from Atalanta's body, which had completed the circumnavigation, was slowly returning to me.

"...!?"

A nameless child who walked through the forest on the back of a huge bear.

Atalanta became a proud female hunter under the guidance of Chiron.

And.

A frustrated little hero who was enraged by the insults of lowly soldiers.

It was clearly her memory and her heart brought about by Atalanta's dream.

I don't know how on earth this is possible, but her hurt and resentment are keenly conveyed through the memories carried by her energy.

The despair of being denied all the pride and honor that made oneself proud and loved.

Her ugly insults that never left her ears and her mean eyes and tongue that came to mind when she closed her eyes were still tormenting her.

Even though those ugly soldiers were burned by lightning without a trace, and even their souls were torn to pieces by the moonlight, there was not even a soul left.

The wounds of her young heart were still tormenting Atalanta.

"...Miss, I don't like this kind of thing."

◈ Chapter 23 - About...70 Points?

Even though I am not a demon, the energy moves as it pleases and even flows into other people's semeks without any conflict.

Is this not enough? You can breathe air with just a touch and even read unconscious thoughts so clearly?

Among the occult techniques of Shin Jae-gwi, there were somnambulism and somnambulism that involved a person's dreams.

However, alcohol, which affects the mind of such a person, can easily lead to confusion in the memory due to being swept away by the thoughts.

In the worst case, there was a greater risk that the ego would collapse and both the operator and the patient would become mere breathing dolls.

In the first place, it wasn't an all-purpose magic technique that could see through the ebb and flow of a dream so clearly.

Of course, it is ridiculous to have completed a circumnavigation by circling the entire body of Atalanta so stably, but

The fact that this memory came into my mind was something that I could not possibly understand even if I mobilized all my knowledge.

"Ugh..."

"I'll have to worry about it later."

One way or another, the whole body of this bright yellow little hero was now dominated by this energy extending from me.

The fact that thoughts are flowing in means that the other person's unconsciousness is completely open to me, like in USB manager mode.

In other words, if I make even the slightest mistake now, I can turn into a sane little hero or a wreck.

"Ugh...What should I do?"

Even if I didn't like Jammin, the reserve sapae, after looking into the story and the details, I found that there was absolutely no room for extenuating circumstances.

Moreover, if the Goddess of the Crescent Moon, who already had a bad first impression, uses this as an excuse to summon her brother or summon her father, she will be roasted to a golden brown horse before she can do anything.

'In the first place, that guy in the next room was threatened by In Seong-gap, so he saved the dead person and received a lightning strike.'

According to the myth that I remember, Artemis pushed a corpse towards our albino and encouraged him by saying that you could save him.

It would have been written in the myth that if the goddess, who was famous for her foul temper, scolded her, if she couldn't, an arrow, not a thunderbolt, would hit her in the head.

It could be said that I am in a similar situation as a single person.

"Okay, why not give it a try?"

I pulled out a chair and sat down, chasing away the vision of the Thousand Horse Rare Steak flashing before my eyes.

The hands clung together as if they were one body, and through these, the energy that returned from Atalanta's body after a journey of one week was released.

It was the moment when I went back through my body according to the nine directions of Muryeongsimgong, passed Baekhoehyeol, and reached Dandanjeon.

Blood soaking into his hands.

The roar of lightning and the screams of moonlight shake my ears.

The scent of blood and burning corpses stings your nose.

Even the disgusting gazes that stick to your spine.

Atalanta's dreams have penetrated so deeply into me that I can now feel the dreams with my five senses, which have become even more terrifying as the events that Atalanta personally experienced have combined with the nightmares.

["Shut up!!"]

Is this my voice?

Or is it Atalanta's scream?

Whose hand belongs to the beautiful little hero sitting in the white treatment center now?

Whose hands belong to the eyes that glance everywhere and the tongues that lash out?

All kinds of sights from all directions passed through my body like a muddy current.

'At this rate, it's calmer than when Juhwa came in the past.'

At that time, it wasn't a real horror game, it was like hell.

As I regained control of my breathing, which was shaken by distracting thoughts, and focused on the energy, my consciousness began to follow the energy and delve into Atalanta's dream.

As if I was being pressed by scissors, my body and mind became separated, and my body felt plump and light, and before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of a wide plain.

In the back, you can see the familiar entrance to the Forest of Heroes, and in front, for some reason, there is an army camp.

It was the moment when the pride of Atalanta that I saw earlier was shattered.

Sentries giggling and spouting obscenities in an awkward posture, or soldiers glaring openly with sinister eyes.

And even an idiot who appears to be a general who throws humorous insults at Atalanta, not me, without any sense of respect.

He already said they were pathetic people, but seeing them like this in person made him frown.

'Is this the Tang Dynasty army?'

A sloppy discipline that could not be compared to the hundred and eight demons of the Heavenly Demon Church that I led.

The ignorance of openly mocking the blood relatives of one's lord, even if only nominally.

And even the ignorance of belittling the person in front of you by only looking at their face value.

I couldn't understand why the king of Arcadia had asked him to bring the Little Hero, who was his own blood and disciple of Chiron.

'The armament wasn't bad, but... The people holding it were below average.'

If I were the Heavenly Demon in my past life, I wouldn't have even pointed a finger, no, before I could even raise my finger, the Four Heavenly Kings under my command would have

Cut at the manager level.

In the Forest of Heroes, it was a ragtag group that could be organized at the level of Theseus, Jason, or even Actaeon and his hounds if given time, even if it wasn't Chiron.

'If you are weak, are you good at being smart? If you are bad at being smart, are you good?'

Powerlessness, ignorance, voicelessness.

A ragtag bunch of people who are telling the Tang Dynasty army to go away with the worst triple hit.

Even if it weren't for Atalanta, they would have died quickly anywhere.

And then, Atalanta's true education time.

The enraged female huntress instantly plucked out the eyes of the general who had thrust her foul-smelling maw, pulled out his ugly, screaming tongue, and trampled on it.

'About...70 points?'

The speed and accuracy were good when pulling out the eye, but it was so neat that it would have been less painful.

When I pulled out my tongue, it took too much force to forcibly grab and twist the slippery tongue.

'Anyway, I think I'll just get my hands dirty with the saliva, so I'm going to stick my finger through my tongue and pull it out.'

Still, the goal was achieved in terms of executing the person who insulted and vented one's anger, so I guess it's a passing grade.

If it were me...?

'Getting your eyes plucked out and being raised in a row + three-legged tribe full course'

In this world, not the 21st century Republic of Korea, but full of gods and heroes such as Moorim and Inseong-gap, where strength is the order, to quietly ignore this kind of insult is to belittle me and advertise that you can attack me.

In that respect, it was very merciful for Atalanta to pull out the general's eyes and tongue and simply blow off his head.

Well, at least it was canceled because of Chiron who intervened.

Atalanta is carried away in Chiron's arms with her eyes and ears covered.

However, his heart was trembling due to the roar of lightning and the power of moonlight that shook the heavens and earth.

'Things started to go wrong from here'

Atalanta cut off the beginning, so the ending, whether good or bad, should have ended with Atalanta's hand, so it would have been less frustrating.

From Chiron's point of view, it may have been that he was concerned that Atalanta, who was still young, would commit murder and fall into the guilt.

Rather than immediately avoiding the shock of murder, it would have been more appropriate to condemn oneself and make one feel the weight of it.

'Now I know the cause of Simma'

Atalanta ended the punishment he had started by his own hands, not by his own hands, but by the hand of God.

The malice that I could not cut off on my own, the ending that I could not bring about with my own hands.

For Atalanta, nothing was over, but in reality, everything was over and buried in time.

As a result, the sinister gaze that had been glued to my spine still did not go away.

The insults that teased her ears would have stuck to her like a leech and whispered in her dreams.

And as her defense mechanism searched for the cause of the non-existent phantom pain, she would have turned the arrow on the men around her who were similar to soldiers.

Every time I saw them, or in other words, men with large physiques like trauma, the insults and stares came to mind and made me even more angry.

'The political factions are making a fuss among themselves, and then they panic and blame it all on the devil!! It's similar to what I was doing.'

Somehow, the flow of thought felt familiar.

It was similar to the stream of consciousness of political faction members I heard at the anti-political faction countermeasure meeting.

The only difference is that the target is not a demonic cult but a man.

However, in these cases, there were very few cases where the person truly hated the target of hostility created by the defense mechanism.

These guys.

When people with unnecessarily high self-esteem and pride carry this mentality, the object they truly hate is the same.

"It's a weak self, a self that seems to have done something wrong even though it was at the center of the incident."

Look at me.

In the middle of a nightmare full of eyes and tongues, reminiscent of a horror movie, a person is trying to hit my head with my own hand.

Atalanta, a reserve spar match.

"Aaaaah!"

"Where"

She screamed and lightly caught Atalanta's sword with the back of her foot.

"Hey, Cheongseung, can you stop shivering and get up?"

"You are...?"

Hey, can you take a look at this lady?

"No, even if it's in a dream, have you already forgotten about me?"

The moment I said that, I also realized something strange.

Have I ever come to this world and worn such luxurious leather shoes?

The shoes that exquisitely blocked the blade were not the Greek sandals I was wearing, but fancy leather shoes decorated with gold and iron.

Even though it was made of leather, my feet were made of iron that had been tanned hundreds of times and meticulously carved by craftsmen, so my feet remained unscathed despite Atalanta's blade.

"No wait, is this...?"

Only then did I look down at my hands,

The boy's pure white face, which I had lamented was gone, was gone, and the rough, scarred, unmanned hand was writhing around.

And below, I could clearly feel the black robe with the Asura pattern woven with gold and silver threads and the sturdy body hidden beneath it.

"This can't be right..."

It was clear.

It was the body of the Great Emperor of the Heavenly Demon, who had ruled the martial arts world and reached the level of Heavenly Heaven, which I had longed for so much.

◈ Chapter 24 - Heavenly Demon Reign

"Oh...!"

There was exclamation and admiration.

Was this body this strong?

Was this body this beautiful?

Pass the test of the twelve demons in front of Shenzhen of the Underworld.

We wiped out the scum-like family of religious leaders and corrupt bishops who were eating away at the church from within.

And so, my body, which had been cut, stabbed, and broken countless times, forged countless times like steel, and which I longed for so much!

Haha!!"

It was a time when I burst out laughing with the joy of being reunited with a body I thought I had lost a long time ago.

"Aaaaah!"

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, along with a scream, a blood-stained blade stabbed at my neck.

I gently caught it with my index finger, as if catching a butterfly, and felt my way up to her eyes, where I saw Atalanta with her face distorted in a vicious way, pointing her sword at me.

"Uuuuu!! Aaaaa!!"

"Tsk, did you get eaten by Simma?"

Dark eyes with no gun in them, wild violence surging from all over the body.

He looked like a typical madman who had been consumed by Simma.

Perhaps, when the simma in the form of Atalanta, who was embodied earlier, disappeared, he was unable to control his hatred and desire to live, and was eventually eaten by the simma.

I let go of the sword body to see what it would do, and it pounced on me again as if it had been waiting.

"Aaaaah!"

"You do all kinds of things."

He looks like a wild animal that has lost all reason and reason.

However, it is no exaggeration to say that it was taught by the King of the Mountain and blessed by the Goddess of Hunting. It was as destructive and ferocious as watching a bear hunting.

"However, an animal that is accustomed to life will soon lose its life at the hands of humans."

Sambo.

Just three shots were enough for me to penetrate Atalanta's attack and snatch them with both hands.

"Aaaaah!"

"What are you seeing? What do you hate and what do you hate? "Do you remember and go on a rampage?"

Atalanta was hung in the air with both of his hands held by me.

Then, I couldn't help but sigh as I saw him struggling like a fish that had been brought to land and kicking in an attempt to attack me somehow.

"Ugh... What am I doing with this guy who's not in his right mind?"

Why am I suddenly taking on the appearance of the Heavenly Demon from my past life instead of Dianeth?

The answer to this was simple.

This space is where Atalanta's nightmare and my thoughts are connected through the energy led by Muryeongsimgong.

In other words, this place is both Atalanta's nightmare and my imaginary world.

For now, I let the nightmares flow in order to find out where the demons originate.

As I twisted the end of that nightmare and brought the flow of this image from my side, I also returned to my true self as I remembered it.

"Let's move our seats first."

Although I have seen all kinds of hellholes, this sight of eyes fluttering everywhere and tongues wagging was so bizarre that it was one of the few.

"Let's take it lightly for now, like this?"

A majestic magic energy that starts from the lower hall and flows freely through the middle and upper halls.

The feeling of omnipotence that I had felt for the first time in a very long time ran thrillingly down my spine, and the corners of my mouth rose.

"Yes, this is what it feels like"

-Whoa whoa!!

"..!!"

A nightmare that shook me just by raising my demonic energy.

Perhaps sensing a sense of crisis, Atalanta, who had been flapping around like a mackerel, became quiet.

As if she was struggling, she lunged at me, her eyes and tongues fluttering in all directions.

"Vanity"

The magical arts of the Twelve Divine Demons that instantly appear in my head and the Nine Demonic Demonic Arts that pass by in a flash.

However, it was absurd to use their progress or the school's highest vision for illusions like this.

To Atalanta, who is held in my hand, and to me, who is standing in this terrible space.

There is only one thing you need now.

Because it was just a matter of taking one step forward.

Will Atalanta, who is as limp as water-soaked cotton, get caught up in the aftermath?

Carefully held in my arms, I slowly walked into the center of the bizarre nightmare.

If you walk three steps when you come in, then just three steps when you leave will be enough.

"Get out of the way"

-Thud!

One step, the one step of the Demon Emperor that subdues the king and emperor.

-Kaaaaa!!

At the steps of the Demon Emperor, who brought all nations to their knees, the ghosts of disturbing shapes disappeared like morning dew.

- Jeopuk

Ivo. Ivo, a divine demon who subjugates the earth and the underground.

-Wow!!!

The nightmare that had enveloped all around was torn apart by the steps of the divine demon that weighed down the earth.

And the last Sambo.

I was standing on a high mountain peak, carefully holding Atalanta, who was soaked with sweat, in my arms.

-Wheeeee!!

The highest mountain peak in the world.

The sea of clouds undulated beneath my feet, and the distant horizon and skyline spread out beneath my feet.

"The last three treasures, the steps of the Heavenly Demon who leads ten thousand demons, conquers all the world, and ultimately reigns supreme over the Three Talents."

After taking those three steps, nothing existed above me anymore.

He who takes the three steps is the one who reigns over all the world, and this is what the behavior of the Tahwajajaecheon that dominates the world of desire and the world of humans speaks of this.

This was called the Heavenly Demon Lord's Limbo (天魔君臨步), and the demons bowed down at his feet.

"It's been a while since I had this image."

The summit of the three great fortunes of heaven, earth, and the world, which he reached in his past life by realizing the ultimate goal of the realm of heaven and earth.

Even though I fell into another world and lived in a different body and under a different name, this image that was deeply imprinted in my soul never disappeared.

Does this child named Atalanta know that she has enjoyed the honor of sharing the heavenly devil's gaze, something that no faithful believer has ever enjoyed?

"Wow..."

Atalanta let out an exclamation of admiration as if she were mesmerized by the overwhelming sight of everything beneath the sun and moon.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"...Yes"

In the end, worldly affairs flow and flow.

Both good and bad things eventually pass and come back again.

If you easily forget the good things and hold on to the bad things and let them rot and rot, it becomes resentment and it comes back as a mental state.

It is all up to you to overcome it, to forget it, to hold it in your arms and to destroy yourself.

And if you look at it this way, whether it's a simma or a sorrow, a bad luck or a heavenly fortune, it's nothing more than a small tremor, weaker than the edge of the sea of clouds. Why would you want to destroy yourself with such a trivial sima?

"With this beautiful world around you, how can you only focus on the mind within you?"

"..."

Beautifully shining ruby-colored eyes without the slightest hint of delusion once again captured this scene.

In any case, it will be a memory that will permeate her dreams like morning dew, but the nightmares and demons will no longer be found within her.

Because there was a bigger reason within her imagination.

* * *

The next morning.

Just like yesterday, students, including me, began to gather at the Colosseum one by one before the sun rose.

Because of the strange incident that happened yesterday, I was in a daze, so I spent the night using the spiritless mind attack and studied the energy within my body, which I decided to call divine magic energy.

As always, the magical energy flows with her as per the rules of martial arts, boosting her energy and replenishing the energy in her body.

It was just purifying.

"Did you see it yesterday?"

"It was a roar that even Hephaestus would be surprised by."

"How hard of a head must that Atalanta be..."

"Could it be that your head is cast iron?"

"Are you talking about the iron man created by Hephaestus?"

"Are you going to make cast iron?"

"At least it has to be Adadium..."

"Then you're an Addium human?"

Everyone around me was in an uproar, as if they felt something was off about me because of what happened yesterday morning.

I think there's some kind of huge rumor being spread about me.

"Why are you so sick this morning?"

"Don't you think you're too pushy?"

Hercules was trying to hit me on the back, but missed because I dodged.

"Oh, oh oh, did you see? Did you see Theseus?"

"Of course, Jason. "The road, I finally saw the road!"

After that, Jason and Theseus, who had been hanging out like best friends, said something incomprehensible.

He surpassed Hercules and stood shoulder to shoulder on both sides of me.

"It's you! It's you! "The last piece that Zeus sent in response to our prayers!"

"If our resourcefulness and your martial arts match, we may be able to achieve an unprecedented feat today in this Forest of Heroes!"

I guess bunkering at the entrance to that Hercules thing lasted only a day or two yesterday.

The two strategists used me as their great warrior today and rushed at me with enthusiasm, hoping to break through the wall of being a great hero.

Hercules also poured oil on me and flirted with me, saying that this was fun, and I burst out laughing because I was so happy to see him.

As we noisily entered the Colosseum, a familiar sight of auburn hair blocked the four of us.

"Hey, over there!"

It was Atalanta, whose fierce beauty was dyed red as if she could burn at any moment.

"Oh!"

"Ugh!"

"Eck!"

The three Greek heroes, who saw Atalanta like an active volcano ready to explode at any moment, literally disappeared with the wind.

Other minor heroes who saw Atalanta's unusual expression also sneaked out and returned to avoid Atalanta.

"What?"

"Ugh... Well, that is..."

I'm quietly preparing my stance in case I'm going to strike first out of nowhere like yesterday.

Atalanta suddenly approached me and grabbed my hand.

Atalanta spoke with her face turning even brighter and her eyes becoming moist for some reason.

"Oh, today! Well, I'll guide you properly! Now, follow me carefully!"

"...What?"

...Things seem to be going strangely.

In a direction I never thought of.

◈ Chapter 25 - I Will Go Back

The overall process was the same as yesterday.

As the sun slowly rises over the horizon, the doors to the Colosseum open with the sound of a trumpet.

Hercules blocked the entrance like a mid-boss in a game.

And the warriors stamped their feet, pounded their shields, and shouted my name.

-Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

-Dianes! Dianes! Dianes!

Unlike yesterday, the 50 little heroes formed in a close formation were at the entrance of the Colosseum.

The path to the villain who blocked the path was opened in front of me.

My blood naturally boiled at the solemnity and power, as if I was watching a scene from a Spartan movie I had seen in a previous life.

"This is the tactic of hunting a twin wild boar. "I'm finally using it against that wild boar!"

"You catch a wild boar with a wild boar... Is there any other tactic more efficient than this?

Hey there! Your voice becomes quieter! Bigger! Big!"

-Wow!!

...If it weren't for the whispers of the two Yapsabs heard amidst the soldiers' shouts.

"Um, hey Tessie? "Dianes is looking this way?"

"What do you mean? Jason, there is no way he could hear our strategy meeting through the cheers of these soldiers..."

Hmm, cute. Cute.

Perhaps because they are Greek heroes who are famous for being tricksters, they defeat the greatest boss of all time, Hercules.

I was very impressed by the fact that they did not care about any means or methods.

Yes, if you are a tactful person, you should not choose any means or methods to achieve your goal.

But.

Although it was very unpleasant for me to become the means and method.

"...Are you really looking this way?"

"Hey! Why are the voices so small!! Bigger! Big!!"

Theseus and Jason's faces turned white for a moment when their eyes met mine, but even so,

He chanted my name at the top of his voice in an effort to somehow bring about a fight between Hercules and me.

"Cute things"

We'll see you guys later.

He, no one else, will have to pay with his own body for using the Demon's Journey as a chess piece in a play.

Anyway, now I think I need to play around with the rhythm a little bit.

The twinkling eyes of those hero dreamers, as well as the great hero sprout in front of me, were in no situation to give up.

More than anything, a one-on-one meeting with that guy, Hercules, was something I was hoping for.

Yesterday, I extinguished Atalanta's heart and replaced it with a little bit of the three enlightenments I had realized.

At the same time, I was also able to confirm my enlightenment and state once again.

'My enlightenment is still within me'

The enlightenment of a past life that was achieved by breaking free from the limitations of the body, training the mind, and sublimating energy.

That state and enlightenment engraved on my soul, not my body, still existed within me.

I knew this implicitly while practicing martial arts and demonic religion secrets, but the inaction and state of my previous life, which I tasted once again in the world of imagination yesterday, convinced me of this.

'Going up again'

Somehow, by any means necessary, I have to climb back up.

This was not just a need or wish.

This was instinct.

Just like a salmon returning home against difficult mountains and streams.

Like a migratory bird heading south through a strong wind.

I had to return to the level I originally reached and the inaction I had ascended to.

The thirst that the beauty of the Aegean Sea and the richness of Greece made me forget

I was once again aroused by my true self, which I had briefly recovered from the world of images.

A little stronger than the famous Greek heroes?

You competed with a mythical strongman and achieved equal numbers?

Damn, that much was obvious.

When did Cheonma Daeje, who toppled mountains and dried up rivers, become so simple?

They are internally satisfied with being only at the top level and live in fear of Zeus and Apollo.

Was I unconsciously overwhelmed by the name God and the name Myth?

Since I was born as a human, it would be foolish to fight against the gods?

"Nonsense"

Demons are not like that.

If the heavens do not allow me and the earth rejects me.

The sky should be thrown down and trampled underfoot, the earth should be broken and scattered into the air.

That is a devil.

How could I have forgotten this as a trivial incident of being born in a different body?

However, impatience is prohibited.

Even after a thousand years, the tower cannot be toppled.

A deep-rooted tree holds its head high and plans for a thousand years, even if the entire forest burns.

The state of mind and soul is already far away, and we have achieved a great work that will never be forgotten, so all we have to do is to train a vessel to contain it.

Even though I knew this from the beginning, when I re-experienced my past life body even for a moment, my current body felt very different.

It was so stuffy that I couldn't stand it.

Simple physical training was not the problem.

The evolution of the body that can only be achieved through numerous life-or-death crises and extreme situations.

The moment when blood and flesh splatter, your breath catches in your throat, and your instincts ring an alarm as you feel a sense of crisis.

What I needed most right now was that extreme moment.

And fortunately, in a world of mythology filled with gods, monsters, and heroes, I am the greatest of all time.

I was facing the so-called great hero.

The son-in-law has suddenly become quiet.

Hercules and I faced each other in the middle of the Colosseum.

"Your eyes look different."

"I have some work to do"

"Did something good happen yesterday?"

Hercules smiled sinisterly and glanced at Atalanta behind him.

Well, it wasn't entirely wrong since Atalanta brought back old memories, but it didn't happen like he thought.

"...What? I have no words. Really? "Did you really do it?"

However, Hercules, who seemed to have taken my silence as a positive sign, was shining with the spirit of victory.

He opened his mouth in disbelief.

"No, just how strong is Atalanta's headbutt..."

"Well, isn't there a lot of obscenity in your head?"

Why on earth do Greeks, including this guy, think with their lower bodies instead of their heads?

If I did something, 19+ talk popped out.

"What do you do with a child who faints in the first place? "There was also Asclepius in the treatment center."

"Why? "Isn't it better?"

"Have you seen such a dog?"

What did I just hear?

This is the great hero of Greek mythology?

Is it better that Atalanta fainted or that Asclepius was there?

I couldn't tell. I never wanted to know.

"Okay, let's begin, shall we?"

"...Okay, we should start soon, right?"

Grinning, Hercules smiled viciously and pointed the spear in his hand at me.

"I am good at other things, but I still use the spear that rivaled Master Chiron.

"Let's have some fun."

"I guess the spear isn't your main weapon?"

In mythology, Hercules is remembered as not using any weapons other than an olive wood club or a bow.

Since he was a great hero whose body itself was a full-body weapon, he would not have needed a separate weapon.

"Oh, how did you know that?"

"You can tell by looking at her that she has some level of skill with the spear, but her posture is not that of a spear holder."

The Greek spearmanship I have seen was a typical ceremonial spearmanship using a shield and a spear as a pair.

A spear technique that blocks the opponent's attacks with a shield and attacks from a safe distance using the long reach of the spear.

However, if you do not carry a shield, it is basic to hold the spear with both hands.

But Hercules was swinging his spear with one hand as if he was holding a club.

"Hehe, well, that's right. But since you use a spear, wouldn't it be fair if I also used a spear?"

"...What?"

Equity?

What did this little hero say?

"Therefore. Since I use a spear, you have to compete with a spear you haven't used before. "Is it fair?"

"Yes"

"In other words, if we compete with something other than a spear, will you win?"

"For your information, the one I am most confident in is Pankterion. "Even though I look like this, I'm very strong."

"In other words, if you don't use the spear, I won't be your opponent at all?"

Hercules looked embarrassed as my face slowly hardened at the discomfort running down his spine.

He tilted his head.

"...Hey hey. I saw that they overwhelmed Atalanta yesterday. "That's nothing to me."

With arrogant confidence and confidence that he could not even make a scratch on his body with that level of martial arts.

Hercules chuckled and continued.

"Even though you look like this, you are born from the blood of Zeus and grew up with the milk of the goddess Hera.

If I, who caught the lion of Citaeon with my bare hands, attacks you in hand-to-hand combat, you will have no choice but to hold up a spear or a bow.

Do you think you'll be my opponent?"

Strong intoxication and confidence in oneself.

Honestly, I could understand if it was Hercules in mythology.

It is said that since he was born, it was only when the Lion of Nemean, a child of Typhon and a mighty monster, attacked him that he saw blood on his body.

Even if you show that much confidence in front of anyone in the world, you wouldn't dare call it arrogance.

But only one person.

Hercules' confidence in front of me was nothing more than arrogance.

Suddenly, I put down the window.

"..."

"Hey, don't do that, lift the window. No spear blade in the world can make even a scratch on my body.

But the fact that you can't be my opponent with your bare hands is a clear fact...Huh?!"

Daily report.

It was the step necessary for me to enter the gap of Hercules, smiling confidently.

The sight of Hercules' body proudly showing off his upper body without even wearing armor was truly admirable.

A body stronger and harder than any armor in the world.

As expected, it could be said to be the body of a great hero.

"However, in the end, it is just a body made of human blood and flesh."

"What...Huh?"

In an instant, I dug in and my five outstretched fingers touched Hercules' chest.

Hercules, who seemed taken aback by this for a moment, smiled again and shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, what are you doing? No matter how desirable my body is..."

"Shut up, watch your breathing"

If you do it wrong, you could become an asshole today.

-Wooow!

The wage of martial arts spirit drawn from the dantian was concentrated on the tips of the five fingers along with the divine magic energy.

"...What?"

Hercules looked down at me with an expression of disbelief, perhaps because he instinctively realized something was wrong.

The situation was already over.

"The agony of the five aggregates destroys heartache."

In the martial arts world, when discussing Qigong, Shaolin's Yeokgeun Gong and Hwasan's Jahashin Gong were considered the most important.

However, in the Heavenly Demon Church, there was a rare magical technique that could compete with this.

The great master of the Qigong of the Heavenly Demon God Church and the Dokmun Martial Arts of Jong Yu-jie, the Demon of Power, who no one could match in terms of Qigong among the Twelve Gods.

Oonwippagong (五蘊僞破公) was that.

And at this moment, Oonwipagong's five intentions exploded on the body of the Greek hero.

"Oonwipagong-Beonpagaecheon (煩波opening heaven)"

◈ Chapter 26 - The Hero's Anger, the Heroes' Astonishment, and the Goddess's Cheers

"Ah...?"

Why can I see the sky?

Son of Alcmene, heir to the blood of Zeus, one destined for glory.

Archimedes, a minor hero soon to be called Hercules, suddenly saw the blue sky stretching out before his eyes.

I was embarrassed.

"Uh...?"

That wasn't all.

Why are my limbs, which were always full of vitality and vitality, so heavy?

Are my eyelids so heavy that they didn't budge even after fighting the Lion of Citaeon for three days and nights?

How can breathing be so difficult and painful?

He could not come to his senses from the unfamiliar and strange sensation he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

I managed to lift his limp hand and wipe away the liquid running down his nose.

Something red, a red liquid that he was sure would never be seen on his body, was sticky on his hand.

"Uh...Cough?! Cough?!"

He wasn't the only one.

Even with just a little bit of force, hellish pain pierced my lungs, and the hot gastric juice and blood that came up felt like they were burning my esophagus.

"Ouch..."

Has he ever been in this much pain since he was born?

Has death ever been this close?

Hercules trembled with fear for the first time in his life as the death-like pain burned his brain.

"Hey"

"Huh..."

The blue sky spread beyond the blurry field of vision.

A pitch-black figure looked down at him, covering his teeth.

"Ta...Tana...To...S..?"

Has the god of death finally come to get him?

Hercules could not hide his despair despite the pain that seemed to burn his entire body.

Death whispered softly as he stroked his chest.

"Hey, come to your senses"

"...Huh!?"

It was like magic.

The pain, as if Erinyes was being stabbed with a soldering iron by the slight touch of death, gradually subsided.

My clouded mind gradually became clearer.

And with my clear vision, the face of the man I thought was dead, who was standing with his back to the light, slowly came into view.

Shiny, jet-black hair that looks like it fell from the night sky.

A face so beautiful that even Apollo would be jealous.

However, the black jade-colored eyes like a morning star are clad in an incomprehensible and strange majesty that overwhelms them all.

It was Dianes who was competing with him in martial arts just a moment ago.

"D-Dianes? Uh, what happened?"

Could it be that the Forest of Heroes was invaded during the morning canter(?)?

Who is the enemy? Monster? Monster?

As he looked around, worried that others might have been attacked by the enemy.

Dianes, who was looking down at him, suddenly burst into laughter as if it were absurd.

"Ha, you crazy guy. "Don't you remember?"

"W-What kind of memory...Ah!"

Hercules, confused as to what Dianes' cynicism was talking about, soon remembered clearly.

His eyes widened.

"Oh, I guess I remembered."

"You, you... How, how did you do it..!!"

Five fingers approached him like a shadow and stretched out to his chest.

He saw some unusual energy gathering in his chest and at the tip of his finger.

Although he was trying to say something.

Before that, the tips of those five fingers resemble the wrath of Poseidon.

An enormous force ravaged his body.

The energy was hot as hellfire and cold as Kaymon's breath.

The force was as fierce as a landslide and as resolute as tempered steel.

Such wrathful pain penetrated his whole body like tree roots digging into the ground.

Before he knew it, he had fallen to the ground and was bleeding.

"Calm down and start breathing evenly. Do you want to pass out and bleed again?"

"I... I... Sigh!!"

For the first time in my life, I realized that I was going to die, and my body trembled and writhed in hellish pain.

My head overheated from the humiliation of having fainted in front of someone for the first time in my life.

As a result, Hercules' whole body was enveloped by anger that far exceeded the pain that still remained.

"I'll kill you!!!"

-Bang!!

Hercules rises from the ground like a thunderbolt and swings his fist.

Every time his fist was thrown, the air screamed.

Every time he stamped his feet, the ground broke and dust rose up.

A full-body power that has never been revealed even when hunting the lion of Kitaeon, competing in a 1v100 competition with other minor heroes in the Forest of Heroes, and even when competing against Chiron.

The sight of him swinging his fists wildly, bleeding from every pore in his body, drew people to the Colosseum.

It was enough to chill the small heroes.

"Evacuation! Evacuate!! "If you get swept away, you'll die!!"

"Get out of the Colosseum right now!! No, just get as far away from this area as possible!!"

Hercules, who attacked only Dianes without regard for his enemies, was nothing short of a disaster in itself.

If we were to be swept away by that, no one here would be able to recover their bones and they would be shattered to pieces.

"What on earth did Dianeth do?"

"I don't know either... What on earth did Dianes do to cause Hercules to vomit blood?

Are you saying I fainted?"

In the blink of an eye, Dianes burrowed into Hercules' arms and reached out to his chest.

The movement was indeed surprising, but it was just digging.

In that body where fighting techniques, magic, and even Asclepius' poison did not work,

How can you strike without a weapon?

Everyone was about to shake their heads and say that it was Diane's failure, that she had made a mistake out of excitement.

There was no manifestation of tremendous power, nor was there a tremendous roar of an explosion.

Hercules, who had reigned over them like an eternal wall, suddenly vomited blood and collapsed on the spot.

"Messenger! Messenger!"

"Why! "Why don't you run away quickly?"

The golden-winged twins Zetes and Callis are the commanders of the Great Hercules Army.

The two sons of Boreas, the god of the north wind, could fly like the wind with the golden wings they inherited from their father.

"Bring Master Chiron and Asclepius immediately! "It's a major accident!"

"No, now is not the time!"

"No, you're going to order us now... Mom!"

-Whoop!

Just as they were about to run away, the Wind Twins whined at Theseus who had called them.

They screamed and lowered their heads against the floor stone that suddenly flew towards them.

"Kaaaaa! Kill me, kill me!!"

The epicenter from which the stone flew was, of course, Hercules, who had lost his temper and was throwing everything he could get his hands on.

However, even while he was losing his temper, his only goal was Dianeth.

Still, why does it affect them as well...

"...Oh my god, there was a person who could do something like that."

"Are you sure this is human movement? "That?"

Is this what Pluto looked like as he fought through the armies of the Titans wearing the Shadow Helmet Quinae?

Dianes made strange movements that could not be traced by the eyes of any of the minor heroes gathered here.

All of Hercules' attacks were being shed.

"Um, that's possible?"

"Um, that's a human?"

The twins of the storm were astonished with one voice.

"Oh my god, Zeus..."

"Well, it's still getting faster?"

Even the two heroes of shining wisdom who inherited the lineage of the gods could only stare blankly at this as a shiver struck their heads.

And only Atalanta, who evacuated all the female heroes, was behind them.

I bit my lip and followed Diane's back with my eyes.

* * *

Meanwhile.

Above the soft clouds above the Forest of Heroes, a goddess burst into cheers.

"Yes!"

Even though she clapped her hands and stamped her feet as if she couldn't help but feel better, the dignity and elegance that adorned her body did not disturb even an inch.

"Hohohoho! "That damned son of the thunderbolt god has finally met his match!"

She is a goddess who smiles loudly and looks down at the black-haired hero happily.

Her beautiful eyes that would make even the morning star in the sky bow her head in shame, her soft brown hair elegantly styled up and covered with a golden veil, her elegant beauty that would make everyone bow their heads and admire her. In her ear

I will quietly whisper her name.

Hera.

The head and highest goddess of all goddesses, the protector of home and marriage, and the Queen of Olympus.

She was an unfaithful wife due to her husband's numerous infidelity.

"You are taking my place and punishing that ungodly child!"

Hera gritted her teeth, clutching her breasts that were still throbbing from her newborn son, Hercules, with anger burning in her beautiful eyes.

Hercules.

A hero who was given the name of Hera's Glory even though she was blasphemously born from Zeus' affair.

A half-human demigod who wouldn't mind even stealing her milk and tearing her to death as the guardian of home and marriage as her godmother.

Her actions, such as strangling the snake she had sent when she was young, and even strangling the messenger of Cytaeon, whom she had sent to punish his adoptive father, Amphyryon, instead, only fueled her anger.

Unknowingly, Zeus boasted about Hercules' achievements at every regular meeting...

In fact, Hera's heat reached all the way to her head, and she searched the earth with the sole intention of catching that bastard and wringing it out with her own hands.

However, Zeus, who anticipated Hera's movements, hid Hercules in Chiron's sanctuary early on.

For a long time, she had to grab the back of her neck to brag about Zeus' son every time she went to the gods.

However, as time passed, her beautiful eyes eventually caught Alcmene's son growing up in the forest of Chiron.

Hercules was lying on the ground covered in blood from her mess.

◈ Chapter 27 - How Is It That the Sky Is Clear Every Time Like This?

Oh, is there any other story in her long life that is more refreshing than that?

From birth to growth, everything distorted all three elements of Hera's divinity, prestige, and dignity, and then drove her to the ground. Among Zeus's disgusting illegitimate children, from her point of view, she is a cursed great hero who must be killed horribly.

Zeus even punished her by hanging her at the edge of the world for trying to harm such a hero...

"Dare!!"

-Knock!

Zeus sneaked out and forgot that she had been hiding in the clouds for a while, and her body trembled in fear of her body, which was overheated with heat.

Fortunately, there was no one down there who could care about this.

"Aaaaa!!"

"Ugh! "It's flying this way!!"

"Kkuek!"

"Sibling!!"

"Zetes suffered!!"

"What hit you?"

"I don't know! "It suddenly flew off and hit the wall!"

"Shock wave! "Never be in the direct line of sight of that crazy bastard!"

Every time she swings her arm, the stone wall is dented by the rippling shock waves.

The earth-shaking monster was running wild, losing its mind every time its feet hit the ground.

The tree is only slightly shaken, so there is nothing noticeable to the eye.

"...Keuung"

Looking at that, I wondered if Zeus was right, but still.

Since I couldn't just ignore it, I was planning on putting a curse on it, but...

"I don't think I need to do anything else."

A feast of tremendous violence that would thrill even Hera.

There was that child in the midst of a riot that no bold hero would dare approach.

"Aaaaah!!"

"My ears hurt. Burn!"

-Boo!

A black-haired hero who sometimes attacks Hercules head on like a thousand-year-old tree, and sometimes shakes like a reed without stopping.

Apparently Hermes said...

"I said Dianes."

Dianes of Passos.

I learned that name from a secret conversation between Zeus and Hermes that I happened to overhear.

Zeus' boasting about Hercules continued again during the regular divine assembly.

It was the night after the divine meeting, when even Hermes, who would normally lighten the mood with a sly smile and a joke, quietly turned a blind eye to the anger and death in those beautiful eyes.

With the determination to see the end today, Zeus gallops up to the top of Olympus, where he fled. Aren't Zeus and Hermes talking over a poem?

These days, why did the supreme god, who didn't care about anything else but Hercules and women, get so excited about just one poem?

I quietly listened to the question that raised her head, and found out that the person who wrote the poem was Dianes of Pasos, whom her sons Ares and Poseidon praised in unison at the banquet of the gods these days.

Ares was so naive that he loved him and bragged about it to everyone, so much so that for the first time in a long time, his second son, who was a shy person, looked pretty.

Is that all?

Poseidon, who was proud of his young new disciple, personally showed off the spear skills that the child had dedicated to him in the middle of the banquet, and ran wild with his sacred item, the trident Triaina, causing Olympus to suffer an earthquake.

And when Hermes passed by and read Diane's poem that she gently placed in her hand.

Why did Zeus call Hermes and boast about it in person?

I could see how the two violent gods, Ares and Poseidon, who were competing for supremacy in Olympus, praised the child so much.

A poem written calmly in an elegant style.

However, Zeus' sacrifice and love, which she had never thought about, warmly comforted her heart.

"Heh, you look like a rambunctious child."

Of course, that doesn't mean she relaxed her mind after just a few lines of poetry.

However, her comfort for her, which was implied under the poem's praise of Zeus, and the affection and love Zeus showed her in the past that the comfort brought about, cooled her anger a little.

For the first time in a while, she was able to sleep peacefully without any inner knowledge.

So, it was natural to feel grateful, even in a small way, for the child named Dianes.

Plus, seeing him for the first time in a long time, he was a faithful hero who did not descend from Zeus, so I couldn't help but feel even more proud of him.

-Bang! Bang!

In the middle of the Colosseum, where binge drinking is rampant.

Compared to the violence shown by Zeus' illegitimate son, Dianes, who stood up to him, was too passive and only defended and was pushed back.

"The strange magic shown in the beginning did cause a great deal of damage, but..."

Hercules' anger exceeded this, and his movements became even more intense and ferocious, as if covering up even the pain.

He considered reaching out to help Dianes, but then gave up and withdrew his hand.

"If you show your divine power directly in Chiron's sanctuary, it will definitely be overturned."

The Forest of Heroes is an absolute sanctuary that was promised to Chiron in lieu of divine power after Olympus was established and he won the war against Kronos.

No power could exceed his groves, and not even Zeus could harm a student under Chiron's protection in his sanctuary.

"But even so, I'd like to give you at least a small gift..."

Is there no way?

While I was anxiously watching the battle between Hercules and Dianes, I saw a girl standing on one side of the Colosseum.

Even to Hera, she was a girl with curly red-brown hair tied up in a ponytail.

The child couldn't take his eyes off her, stomping his feet and watching the battle between the two even as the other men were running away from the Colosseum.

"Oh my goodness"

The anxious twinkle in her eyes clearly shows deep love and concern.

And what her eyes were following was clearly the sweaty back of Dianes.

"Yes, pure love is the greatest gift."

The Queen of the Gods nodded her head with a benevolent smile.

As she gestured, her cloud began to slowly descend, obscuring her figure.

* * *

-Bang! Bang!

"Aaaaah!!"

"That's right, this is how you become a great hero."

My heart is racing like crazy and my entire nerves are ringing a sharp alarm.

Every time a fist grazed, my bones screamed, and every time I kicked, my muscles were crushed.

I wonder if each moment, each breath, could be my last moment, my last breath.

An extreme situation filled with questions that send shivers down your spine.

It was literally a series of moments that I wanted.

"Yes, it's worth putting all your hard work into one day."

Oonwipagong.

The master of Qigong among the Twelve God Demons, the Dokmun martial arts of the Power Demon.

Originally a figure of Podalap beyond Hundred Thousand Mountains, he created a rare magic technique by combining Podalap's original qigong and magic techniques.

The five perceptions that even Buddha laments cannot be controlled, and the five aggregates are the source of suffering.

Based on this, Pawigoema's Qigong required precise Qi operation and a huge investment as much as it was powerful and amazing.

If an ordinary first-class warrior tried to operate this, his entire body would be distorted and he would neither die nor survive.

However, I succeeded in giving Hercules a shot by covering up my shortcomings with divine magic and exquisite use of energy.

'Actually, I thought it was a bit excessive, but it turned out just as I wanted, so it's okay.'

What I wanted from Hercules was not just a child armed with pride and arrogance and attacking in moderation.

A world without a bone that no land warrior will ever wish for, and the enormous potential that lies within it.

A once-in-a-lifetime adversary who will do everything in his power to alarm my instincts.

And with all my might, I succeeded in bringing out the monster that was curled up inside him.

-Boo!

"Big!"

It was an incredible shock that was clearly heard, but it resonated painfully in both arms.

Even if I were to estimate it, the corners of my mouth twitched at the blow that would have turned dozens of top-notch experts into blood clots with a single blow.

There is not even a handful of bets left, so use only what you have, martial arts and martial arts, to compete with the great heroes that have been recorded throughout human history.

How can I not feel my heart pounding as an unmanned person?

As you go further, you can feel that each and every skill is becoming more disciplined and sharp, which makes it all the more enjoyable.

I secretly smile at the pleasure of my entire body being refined and my martial arts skills deepening.

Hercules twisted his body greatly and raised his clasped hands high in the sky like a hammer.

"I'm dying!!"

"Her?"

A move of Hercules with all his might, ignoring defense.

However, even as I watched this, I felt as if my entire body was tied up and I could not move.

A golden energy froze on Hercules' fist along with a roar.

I have seen an energy that was reminiscent of lightning.

"No, why now?"

Artemis.

The Goddess of the Crescent Moon, whose first encounter was marked by ill will.

The energy that she unleashed all over her body in anger and the power that Hercules expressed were different in nature, but they were clearly similar.

"Oh..!"

"Ryaaa!!"

The moment I hesitated in the energy of seeing it again at such an unexpected moment.

The hammer of Hercules fell on my head.

-!!!

Explosion.

The explosion just engulfed everything.

Even the atmosphere could not handle the explosion, so intense silence engulfed the entire area, and even the Colosseum was shattered by the huge shock wave.

A terrifying blow reminiscent of the missile bombings I saw on YouTube in my previous life.

-Kuggggg...

When the aftermath slowly faded away.

What remains is the half-destroyed Colosseum, which is slowly collapsing, and Hercules, who has lost his mind and collapsed after exerting all his might.

And I was the only one standing in front of him, covered in blood.

"...What is this?"

How was it that I was the only one who was okay when everything around me was completely destroyed and desolate?

-Wheewooung...

It was thanks to the divine magic energy that flickered like a shadow on both arms and made strange sounds.

At the moment of crisis, when I risk internal injury and try to pull Jinwon up.

Suddenly, my divine magic energy broke free from the flow of the spiritless mind and freely manifested itself according to my will.

What I was thinking of was a sturdy shield that would block the thunderbolt.

True to its image, the divine magic that appeared on both arms changed its form into a black shield and absorbed all the shock like a black hole.

However, I couldn't stop the aftermath, so I was covered in blood from the impact, but I was able to avoid suffering internal injuries or having all the bones in my body shattered.

"This...Unexpectedly...Was profitable..."

-Wheewoo...

The divine magic energy slowly fades away with the sound of the air resonating.

Seeing this, I too fell to the ground.

Hercules was not the only one who did his best.

"Hehe...It was a good, very good fight..."

It was the most enjoyable fight, or rather struggle, for the first time in a while.

What I got wasn't small either, and more than anything, I couldn't help but laugh even as my lungs twisted at the thrill that still resonated in my brain.

Ah, it's supposed to rain refreshingly on days like this, but I don't know how the sky stays so clear every time.

Hehe..."

After thinking those nonsense thoughts for the last time, I closed my eyes in satisfaction.

◈ Chapter 28 - Sweet as Hell, Painful as Heaven.

One side of the ruined Colosseum.

Atalanta, who could not bear to let go of her aching heart, felt chilled by the aftermath of Hercules' last huge explosion.

A moment when I couldn't think of anything else and just lamented that I was dying like this.

For some reason, what passed before her eyes was Dianes, a boy with jet black hair who had been watching her until this morning.

She asked Why does she care so much about herself?

Then he smiled and asked:

Why did you try to kill me?

Atalanta couldn't say anything to that question that seemed like an accusation.

She shrugged her shoulders and said that, as if she didn't really want an answer.

'Just as there is no need for a reason for you to simply kill me or cause an equally fatal injury. I also don't need much of a reason to save you.'

I just do whatever I feel like.

He said there was nothing to worry about either, and turned his attention back to the medical book he had received from Asclepius.

For some reason, his head was throbbing from a headache, so Atalanta couldn't argue anymore and lay down again.

Even though my memories are hazy, there is one thing I can be sure of.

The nightmare that had tormented her for so many years had disappeared, and what these passionate emotions pointed to, standing in her place, was that beautiful little hero with black hair.

A feeling I felt for the first time in my life.

A desire for the first time in my life.

When she followed her back from a distance, her heart pounded as if she was facing a vast, unexplored landscape, and when she met her obsidian eyes, it felt like a shiver ran through her whole body.

What kind of feeling is this?

Feeling so unfamiliar to her, she ran to her adoptive mother, Kari Klo, and asked, and she smiled sweetly, held her in her arms, and whispered quietly to her.

The golden arrow of Eros he brought was deeply embedded in your heart.

That feeling that is sweet as hell, painful as heaven, ugly and yet more beautiful than anything else in the world is love.

I couldn't believe it at first.

She is the daughter of Artemis, and when she leaves the forest, she will participate in an endless hunt on the night of the new moon as an eternal virgin.

That she fell in love with a man, especially the person she fought against yesterday.

"Oh, Tali. That's what love is. It is more sudden than any other incident and more fatal than any accident. But that's why love is beautiful and strange."

Kari Claw kissed her confused forehead and held her in his arms as if he was proud of her.

"Dianeth, that kid told me. The things I tried to protect you, the things I did for you, actually trapped you in the past. However, we are proud of you for breaking the yoke and standing up on your own."

Atalanta, who was raging everywhere with eternal hatred and rejection.

Kariklo was so happy to see her eyes sparkling with warm affection rather than cold cynicism that she didn't know what to do.

Like a butterfly that breaks out of its cold shell and spreads its beautiful wings.

Atalanta, who had shaken off her past and regained her colors, was a treasure more beautiful than anything else in the world.

It may still be unfamiliar to you to experience the various emotions you feel with your bare body after a long time.

Soon she too will find out.

The joy of being with your loved one.

The sweetness of affection that warms her heart.

With that encouragement, Kari Clo stayed up all night talking with her confused daughter for the first time in a long time.

About her beautiful performance before the tragedy.

And about the courtship of young people from nearby villages and minor heroes who knew fever from her smile.

About how cute she was when she first came to the forest.

It was a really strange and embarrassing story.

Was this such a comfortable and warm time?

Atalanta fell asleep in her mother's arms, feeling warm for the first time in a long time.

And the next day.

When I saw him smiling and hanging out with the three called the Golden Three, Theseus, Jason, and Hercules.

When my heart was pounding as if it was going to explode and nothing else was visible.

When she saw herself being moved by the warmth of Dianes, whom she had stretched out and held.

She too had no choice but to admit it.

That she was in love with her.

After that, nothing was seen.

Even when everyone screamed and ran away from Hercules' rampage, I couldn't lose my footing at the sight of him dangerously facing Hercules alone.

I wonder if he would collapse, coughing up blood on his fist.

I wonder if something might break from that kick.

The worries that plagued her created ominous imaginations, and those imaginations bound her feet like heavy shackles.

And, when a thunderbolt struck the fist of Hercules who lost his temper.

Her sense of crisis reached its peak.

Dianes is unable to move, perhaps because she is bound by Hercules' aura.

Hercules' fist aimed at his head.

No matter how much she thought about it, she could not even think of avoiding it even though she was facing the explosion that was coming at her like a tidal wave.

The moment she closed her eyes, vaguely thinking of Diane, who had disappeared beyond her dust.

Suddenly her whole body floated and her majestic voice called to her.

"This! "Child, you have to be careful!"

"Eh...Eh?"

Neither the pain that hit her whole body nor her heavy drinking pounding in her ears was visible, only the quiet sound of the wind and the blue sky welcomed her.

Could it be that she is caught in the aftermath of the explosion and sees a vision of herself before she dies?

As she was thinking such foolish thoughts, a sound tickled her ears again.

Hehe, fortunately, all your expectations were wrong. "Hurry up and wake up."

The owner of her beautiful voice gently brushed her hair and helped her to her feet.

How long has she been lying down?

When she raised her head, she felt a strange feeling, as if something similar had happened recently.

A beautiful lady was examining her body with a noble smile.

"Wow, Kariklo is a nymph, so her hair is silky without any care, but you keep a little girl's hair so stiff...

Oh my goodness? What is this scar on my forehead? Her swelling hasn't gone down, so I can't use cold compresses! My whole body is screaming with dust...

Please do not say that this mat was given to me by Chiron as clothing. Zeus, my God!"

Even though she was constantly lamenting and complaining, like Master Chiron's barrage of shots, her elegance and nobility were not damaged in the slightest.

This pure white thing that softly touches her limbs is definitely...

"Cloud?"

Atalanta finally came to her senses and looked around in surprise.

Somehow, in the middle of the sky, there were only pure white clouds and the distant horizon in all directions, and the threatening explosion just moments ago was nowhere to be seen.

She was somehow floating on a cloud with a noble lady.

"Well, well, over there..."

"I guess I need to cleanse my body first. "Relax your body."

-Wow!

Before Atalanta could ask anything, her ladyship flicked her fingers playfully, and her pure white light enveloped her, and in the blink of an eye her entire body became cleansed. .

Everything from hangnails on her little fingers, dirt, small wounds, and even minor scars on her body were treated.

"Uh? "Huh?"

"The slight tan on her skin will go back over time, and it's nice to see her health and vitality."

What kind of situation was this? Atalanta couldn't keep up with her mind, but her noble lady's activities continued.

"As for the jewelry... There's no way she would know, because she called herself the daughter of Artemis, like that slut."

"Yes? H-How did you know that!?"

"That's not important now. Hmm... Okay, I'd rather not have her necklace or bracelet. A light belt? Clothes... Like this?"

As the lady beckoned, busily covering her face, shoulders, arms, and hands, her outfit, which was more like just a cloth wrapped around her, changed in an instant.

The first was a purple robe decorated with gold thread.

She wore a dress that had apple trees embroidered in gold and silver on a fabric that was smooth and soft, as if stroking flower petals in their prime. She looked like a noble princess wearing this.

"It's the purple silk that the king of Thebes gave me the other day. "But it's so flashy that it hides your charm."

Not this.

The goddess's finger flicked again and her clothes changed completely.

This time, it was a lush green dress reminiscent of a new spring meadow, with a Duke embroidered in detail with lapis lazuli. It matched her light brown skin and made her look like a forest nymph.

"Well, this isn't it either. Maybe it's a banquet. "It's so glamorous to go take care of a fallen lover."

-Wow!

-Wow! Sigh! Sigh!

After that, the lady's fingers snapped countless times, and this was repeated about ten times.

"Yes! "This is it!"

She cheered with a bright smile that matched her noble beauty.

◈ Chapter 29 - Altus Amor