Type-Moon: The Human Love Simulator [130] [DDD!]

December Double Drop!

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Greece harbored a strong culture of slavery. The constant wars between city-states meant captives were commonly enslaved, handed over to the nobility and citizens to serve, ensuring the military strength of citizens and the influence of the nobility.

This also led the Greeks to adopt a mindset of not viewing foreigners as equals. Despite considering themselves all Greeks, Spartans and Athenians, for instance, were unlikely to see eye to eye.

Sparta—a barbaric city-state without art or legal codes—had the Helot system, explicitly designating certain days as celebrations for culling slaves.

Yes, they kept numerous slaves, yet feared their numbers might one day lead to rebellion. So, on designated days, they would hunt slaves—a twisted celebration of the status quo.

The Spartan rite of passage wasn't about hunting great wolves in the wild but rather participating in the Krypteia, where young Spartans were sent to kill—no, in their view, mere slaves didn't count as human.

Athens didn't share Sparta's brutality, but with its high population and largest citizenry in all of Greece, it required a large number of slaves. While philosophers and scholars might one day push Athens toward abolishing slavery, in the ancient Greece of the Age of the Gods, slavery was viewed as natural and correct. Even the slaves accepted this.

Sparta had refined a system of exploitation, offloading all production work onto the backs of slaves. This freed Spartan citizens to focus solely on military training, creating an exclusively trained army, stronger than citizen-soldiers who had to toil on their land.

But only marginally stronger.

This was, after all, the Age of the Gods, where resources were so abundant that even bending to pick up food wasn't essential to avoid starvation.

Suren knew that the foundation of everything was production. It was his clear understanding of this that pushed him to strive for the Golden Age.

The productivity of the Age of the Gods was so high that even the industrialized, modern twenty-first century would fall short by comparison. With such vast, sparsely populated land, every being could live in a time of abundance.

"And yet, there are still those who taint this beautiful world with the ugliness of slavery and exploitation."

Suren's gaze hardened. "If power means you can ruthlessly strip others of their freedom, then as Greece's strongest, shouldn't I be able to oppress all oppressors?"

"Or does equality only apply upward, while those below me are stratified by rank?"

Athena, sitting across from him, chuckled softly. "Suren, if you could achieve the incredible feat of guiding the gods, what trouble could mere human systems pose?"

"True. Yet, these scattered city-states still fall behind," Suren replied. "To the east lies Persia, and south, Egypt—both already form organized states. Greece cannot afford to lag."

As child of the modern era he could hardly ignore the instinct engraved in his blood.

Unity.

To leave a nation divided into city-states was intolerable. No one could sleep soundly with foes so near at hand.

Greece had to unite, all city-states under one banner, governed by a single power.

"Then, Suren, you understand what you must do?"

Athena propped her delicate arm on the small table in her private chamber, her head tilted as she looked at him.

"Of course, Lady Athena." Suren nodded, meeting her gaze with steely resolve. "I've always been on this path. From the moment I left that forest, I have been walking toward it."

"I oppose…"

"…all forms of oppression against humans, against any intelligent beings. Every sentient being deserves to enjoy the beauty of this age."

Suren's response was consistent and unwavering. No matter how many times he answered, his stance never wavered.

"This is precisely what I seek: an era where all gods and humans can bask in a Golden Age."

Athena's lips curled in a soft smile, her golden eyes shining. She admired ambitious men, and she adored strong, determined heroes. Though Suren's ideals were far ahead of his time, clashing with most Greek heroes, he still stirred her heart.

It was his aura that made him so captivating—a powerful, unyielding spirit that even gods found daunting.

Yes, how to describe it…

Even though his thoughts often ran counter to the gods around him, even when he was occasionally incomprehensible to them, he remained a man whose charisma, enough to make gods bend the knee, was boundless.

Initially, Athena herself had questioned why Suren insisted on building a utopian nation in this supernatural Age of the Gods—a golden kingdom of equality and mutual respect between gods and humans. But through her time with him, she had gradually come to understand and, at last, support his vision.

From initial skepticism, to understanding, and finally to support, Athena wasn't quite sure how her heart had come to this place.

But she didn't regret it.

"My dear Suren, you came to Athens first, surely seeking my assistance?"

Her voice held a hint of playful pride. "Oh, hero blessed by the goddess of wisdom, speak your wish. My heart is light today, so I can grant any request~"

Athena's voice was unforgettable: lofty, yet gentle, aristocratic with a mature dignity, while still carrying a faint lilt, like a playful melody sung by a spirited girl.

Her demeanor was relaxed, like a friend sharing a casual moment, with just enough distance to be comforting. She neither drew too close to intimidate him nor kept him so distant he felt unwelcome.

Yet despite the casual tone, Suren sensed an unspoken undertone to her words…

What did she mean by the goddess being able to "grant any wish"?

Suren pressed his lips together, trying not to overthink her words. He had serious matters to address, and understanding the goddess's intentions could wait.

True love. Yes, true love.

Even he grew lost in thought when he considered his early days, and the wish he had voiced to the three goddesses.

He wanted to seek a true love.

But what was true love?

Every unmarried woman he encountered—Artemis, Atalanta, Athena, Hestia, even Europa—each one was beautiful beyond mortal comprehension. Every description of beauty imaginable seemed to suit them.

For most men, to form a bond with even one of these goddesses was inconceivable, yet Suren maintained cordial relationships with each.

But no more than that.

There was no way to move forward…

Athena's soft call pulled him from his thoughts. "Don't think so much, Suren. Just do what you need to do."

After all, there was still plenty of time.

Athena knew well that Suren would not accept her love—not hers, nor any goddess's—for now.

Because Suren's dream, the Golden Age he sought, was not yet realized. By her estimation, it was only 80 or 90 percent complete.

Perhaps, in that perfect age, Suren would finally settle down, live as an ordinary man enjoying the wonders of the godly age, and form a family grounded in loyalty and love.

Until then, Athena would use every means to support Suren's dream.

That was Athena, relying neither on patience nor passivity. Everything she desired, she would achieve through her own active efforts.

If Suren wanted to climb a mountain so treacherous it meant risking death, other gods might dissuade him, urging him to seek divine help or take shortcuts.

Only Athena would prepare his climbing gear, pack his supplies, and send him off with words of unshakeable belief, embarking on the adventure with him.

Suren nodded, ready to leave. But just as he turned, Athena casually remarked, "By the way, the golden apple Eris gave you—where will you keep it? It's hardly safe to carry it with you."

"Would you like me to hold onto it for you?"

"!"

Suren hadn't expected this. In such a situation, most people would instinctively fall into a goddess's carefully laid trap.

This was a setup, no doubt about it—a follow-up strike left over from the tea gathering.

But Suren's face remained calm. He simply took the apple from his cloak, placing it on the table. "I must have been distracted by important matters and forgotten."

"While climbing Mount Olympus, I ran into Lady Eris, and at that time, she only had one golden apple."

"We shared a wonderful conversation, so Lady Eris gave me her only golden apple as a token of our friendship."

This clearly demonstrated Eris's poor standing. Aphrodite could hand out golden apples to her followers like toys, yet Eris had only one to her name.

Golden apples, precious to mortals, were nothing more than the most common fruit in Hera's garden for the gods.

Suren was open and transparent, explaining everything to Athena. In the end, he admitted with a puzzled look, "I'm not sure why Lady Eris acted up at the tea gathering, but I accepted this golden apple all the same."

Some people were skilled at playing dumb—not saying who, of course.

But certain matters were best left vague; pretending ignorance could make things easier.

So long as one played the part well, others wouldn't see through it, and it wouldn't be pretense at all.

Athena's expression was unreadable. Whether she believed him or not, she nodded slightly and responded, "Oh~ So that's how it is. Suren, you truly are a kind man."

"Then, Suren, keep this golden apple close," Athena added, sighing with mock regret. "Since it's such a precious token of friendship, keep it safe by your side!"

"…You're right, Athena. Carrying this apple would be inconvenient while traveling."

Suren pushed the apple toward her, meeting her gaze with a steady look. "Athena, you're the goddess I trust most. I'll leave this golden apple in your care."

"…I'm so trusted, am I?" Athena murmured, glancing down at the inscription on the apple, and whispered, "Yet, sometimes, I'm not as reliable as you think…"

"If I've entrusted it to you, Athena, I have faith in you. If anything happens to this apple, it would only be due to forces beyond your control."

Who could possibly take anything from Athena if she didn't permit it?

It all depended on whether she was willing to help you.

"Well, in that case, I accept it," Athena replied, her tone laced with meaning. "I'll safeguard your and Eris's most precious keepsake of friendship."

"…"

Suren was almost too dumbstruck to keep up his pretense, but after a moment of discomfort, he dismissed it. His relationship with Eris was just a genuine, friendly bond.

He stood to leave. "Then, Athena, if that's all, I'll take my leave."

Athena smiled and nodded. Yet, as he reached the temple doors without a backward glance, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes.

If Suren could give Eris a token of their friendship, then why had he not prepared something for her?

Athena knew that if she asked, Suren would respond in kind.

But she didn't want to ask—not now.

She wanted her first gift from him to come freely, without any hint of obligation.

As he stepped out, Athena lowered her gaze to the golden apple's inscription, contemplating it in silence for a long while.

"It doesn't matter. He's still young. It's normal not to understand these things yet…"

Tucking away the apple, she prepared to store it safely in her sanctuary.

She would let no harm befall it—anything else would imply her own failure.

But she also did not want Suren to see the golden apple again.

Just as she was about to leave, the temple doors swung open once more.

Suren entered, holding a wreath woven from olive branches. He walked over and extended it to her. "Athena, I remembered how much you like olive branches, right?"

"Forgive me—I'm a little short on cash at the moment, so I could only gather some olive branches and weave a wreath."

With sincerity, he offered it. "Take this as a token of our friendship, and my thanks for all the support you've given me."

"…"

Athena said nothing, bowing her head slightly as Suren placed the wreath atop her head. Only when she felt its gentle weight did she smile—a radiant, breathtaking smile.

"Suren, this is the best gift I've ever received."

Suren's handiwork couldn't compare to the skill of Athena, the goddess of crafts. Yet in this moment, Athena thought the wreath was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

No, it wasn't just the wreath. Everything felt splendid.

Even this golden apple… seemed a little less unsightly.

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T/N: A child of Chinese descent was changed into As a child of the modern ageIdk it seemed a bit much to me, so I changed it!

Anyways unfortunately this is where the 10 chapter a day thing will stop, why? it's simple the original is running out of chapters and if we continue at this pace we will be finished soon, so it will go back to 5 chapters a day, perhaps even just 2 or 1 soon...

(^^^ What is girlie yapping about above me?)

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