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◈ Chapter 87 - A Fierce Beast, a Deadly Female Warrior.

Even on Passos Island, when I was dozing off on the warm sandy beach, Neri's hair, filled with the fresh scent of the sea, would tickle my body.

On the outside, she was just a beautiful girl with a promising future, boasting mythical cuteness and a dehumanizing complexion.

When her white arms hugged my back and her soft cheek touched her chest, I unconsciously felt the sea surging inside her.

The warm sea water is just warmed up by the Mediterranean sun, and the deep waves that tickle your spine as you dip beneath them.

Neri brought the sea to her small body and placed her in my arms, and at such times, I would nap with her leisurely and peacefully, as if I had entrusted my body to the warm sea.

When I woke up slightly and opened my eyes, I could see the dawn sky preparing for dawn in the distance through the gap in the veranda door.

Yesterday was an externally commissioned practice, so today's schedule was free time, so there was no need to be busy.

"Hercules and Atalanta... I think she'll participate in the fight... Haha~"

Why are people living so busy lives?

Like her senior in this life, she should have the leisure to enjoy and enjoy each fleeting moment, and sleep in enough to oversleep.

As you get older, you lose sleep in the morning, so it's hard to stay like this.

As I stared at the ceiling in a listless mood, I remembered the sea nymph who had been patting her chest last night.

"Um... Neri?"

As in many mythological stories, the mysterious lover suddenly disappears when he opens his eyes again, and the hero's strength is re-energized due to some unknown sense of helplessness and mysterious experience...

"Mhehehe...Rock bed..."

When I look down at the weight that sits heavily on my chest, all I see is a young fairy hugging me and smiling brightly.

"Ugh..."

Neri is definitely slightly older than me in terms of physical age.

According to her sisters and her testimony, she was allowed to act alone on earth after the coming-of-age ceremony, where she could receive the protection of Olympus to protect her beautiful youngest child.

"Then what are you doing? "He's a kid who can't do anything."

"Huh?Hehe..."

Her pure white cheeks were wide open, like glutinous rice cakes that had been microwaved.

As I gently stroked its head, its smiling face in its sleep reminded me of a puppy, or rather, a harp seal.

"Ugh, you fairy. "Do you know what it means to come into a man's bedroom at night?"

At the very least, the sisters, who had gorged on a box of sweet potatoes in the youngest child's love affair, were ordered to push back with a hard-hitting attack.

Anyway, I couldn't stop him, so I smiled lazily and buried my head comfortably in his pillow.

For reference, my pajama outfit was simply a simple outfit that covered only the lower half of my body.

In other words, the upper body that Neri is rubbing is just bare skin.

The body that was constantly trained through Ares and Gurgo, Atalanta and practical training, etc. Was a body that was trained to the point that I was also satisfied with it.

In other words, it means that it is hard and lumpy for a young fairy to sleep on as a bed.

But Neri clung to me like a cicada clinging to a tree and didn't want to let go. Intoxicated by her body temperature that warmed my slightly cooled body in the early morning breeze and Neri's unique scent of the sea, I carefully hugged her and pulled the blanket over her.

* * *

In the end, I was only able to wake up when the sun was setting mid-sky as I was hugged by Neri.

In the meantime, Neri didn't even think about getting out of bed until I got up and washed up, and she was sleeping so well that I felt bad about waking her up, so she just quietly covered me with the blanket and came out.

"Hwaaaaam~"

-Puck! Puk puk!

After getting up and getting ready, I headed to a small vacant lot near Athena's training ground.

Hearing the sound of a bloody strike echoing from afar, he urged his feet forward.

Underneath the clearing where the sun was shining brightly, there was a female warrior fiercely swinging her sword against the iron man I had personally ordered from Hestosias.

"Hwaap!"

-Quad!

The brown taste that swung around, leaving an afterimage, hit the iron man on the head, and the iron man flew far away with clear footprints engraved on his head.

What she was standing on was not the solid ground, but the top of a three-foot-long wooden pole that I had trimmed and erected.

How many effective hits can you give against an iron man without falling off the pillar erected according to the walking method of the swordsman?

That was the task I asked the master of Toumagong to teach, and I was seeing the results with my own eyes.

-Clap, clap, clap!

"The center of gravity, balance, and footwork are all perfect."

"Uh? Dianes!"

When I clapped and gave a passing grade, Atalanta came down with a bright smile and came over to say hello.

"Uh, uh, really?"

"Of course, if nothing else, I've started to master Touma Gong almost perfectly. "There are still a lot of gaps, but that's..."

"Speed, you mean to complement it with speed?"

"Yes."

If Neri's ruby-colored eyes sparkled with joy at being recognized and her crimson hair tied up in a ponytail, Neri was a beautiful girl with a strong impression reminiscent of flames.

Atalanta was a noisy female warrior whose first meeting was quite hostile, or rather bloody, and after that, she became involved in various rampages.

In my mind, she was a rare thief who stole the sword and swallowed it, and she was a woman who was formally taught by me, completely shedding her hunter attire and beginning to feel like a female warrior.

"Hmm..."

"What's the matter? "Did you make any mistakes earlier?"

"No, I'm just curious."

"Interesting?"

Interesting, then.

In this way, I attended Tumagong's practical classes, which reminded me of the upper hell of hell, and I ate three meals a day from Cariclo, which provided high-carb meat and various nutrients.

No matter how gifted you are, if you work like that for just a month, you will have muscles comparable to that of a bodybuilder. Atalanta's body was still soft and fluffy.

However, that does not mean that her training had no results.

Her legs grew faster day by day, and she was able to catch up with and capture a deer running through the forest.

This is because there was no one but Hercules or me who could take on the mighty power radiating from her soft limbs.

"Is it because I absorbed its essence rather than being taught the Demonic Gong?"

Tumagong is the ultimate form of external martial arts, and if you practice it, your entire body should naturally be covered with muscles.

This is because the muscles of the entire body are strengthened as if they were a sword, and the extreme external energy that is carved into the body and mind as if it were being beaten and cast iron is, in other words, optimized for building a body as a warrior.

In my past life, the first thing I trained to do to build my body was the demon attack, so the effect was outstanding, but Atalanta's training method was different, so the beauty and curves of her body were the same, but her strength was so powerful that it was incomparable to that of any other hero. .

A woman named Atalanta, a miraculous woman who would have screamed that she was a fraud if countless female experts heard about it.

"Anyway, is it good?"

"Yes."

"Hmm!"

Atalanta smiled with her chest out as if she was proud of my words, showing off her wild beauty like a lioness who had successfully hunted.

Unconsciously, I reached out my hand first as I saw the beast, boasting strength and beauty that others could not even dare to surpass, being purely happy with my praise.

"Uh?"

"You're covered in sweat."

As I slowly wiped away the beads of sweat that hung on her neck and chin, beautifully burnt like morning dew, the rich, voluptuous scent of a woman tickled her nose.

"Hehe~ It's cool~"

Seeing her purring and letting her face fall into my touch, I smiled and wiped her face thoroughly with a towel.

The beautiful body of the female warrior, slowly getting closer with each touch, grew in that moment and began to exude the scent of a woman rather than a girl.

The instinctive body odor that drives men crazy, moist skin shining with appetizing colors, red eyes sparkling with vitality and lust,

And even the negligence of a beautiful woman who makes a man's sad instincts fall in love.

Atalanta's breasts were clearly exposed, as she was wearing quite revealing Greek training clothes, and the sight of her with dewdrops flowing over her sinful fruits growing bigger day by day was dizzying.

"Hmm... It's really wet here too... Can you wipe it for me?"

"Huh..."

Even this beautiful beast drives people crazy.

She knew very well that she could use her weapons lethally at any time and any place.

The female hunter, who was like a wild animal running wild with excessive fighting spirit and anger, has suddenly become a fighter who has learned how to control herself and use it lethally.

"...Where has the female hunter who attacked her at first sight gone, threatening to kill her?"

"Wow!"

However, looking at Atalanta, who collapsed in an instant with a single punch I threw with a smile, she was still one step ahead of me.

◈ Chapter 88 - Warrior and Teacher, Woman and Man.

-Puck! Slam!

"Huh...Huh..."

"Whoa..."

The stocky man's body, reminiscent of a Greek statue, and the elegant brown female body that would make any man drool, were busy lusting after each other, repeatedly sticking and falling apart.

I had long since taken off the cloth clothes I was wearing, and Atalanta was also wearing only a simple cloth, so her brown skin was shining beautifully under the sweat-soaked clothes.

"What, are you tired already?"

"Huh..Huh!!"

In response to my continued onslaught, Atalanta exhaled harshly and rushed back with all her strength, but I skillfully caught her and pushed her back.

-Pow!

"Ugh!!"

Atalanta couldn't control her rushing power and fell far away at the gesture of my hand.

The place where she and I were standing across from each other was on top of the wooden pillar that I had nailed myself.

"You're doing well, but when you get a little tired or lose your mind, you attack me. You still don't get it right?"

"Okay...But..."

"But what? "Why did I go through so much trouble erecting these wooden pillars to create a training ground?"

Humans are instinctively afraid of their bodies or feet falling off the ground, and this was a training ground to learn how to walk naturally by using that instinct against them and moving on tall wooden poles.

Mugeuktuma taught me on a stone pillar so tall it was almost as tall as a small garden.

Even though I was still a soul, the feeling of floating that made my spine tingle and the impact of hitting the ground were so dizzying that I still felt phantom pain.

I was fighting with a martial arts fighter on a stone pillar in a desperate attempt to learn his walking techniques and martial arts skills.

Following this example, I also spared no effort to help Atalanta learn the Touma Gong method more quickly and reliably.

"When I was there, it was so incredibly high that I couldn't even see the floor. Anyway, point deduction!"

"Ssi..."

While I was standing on the stake without a scratch, Atalanta had already rolled on the ground several times and there was no place left unscathed.

A fierce martial arts sparring taking place on top of a tall wooden pillar.

Anyone would be shocked that it was a harsh and dangerous training method, but it was a training method that was sure to achieve success.

"Sweet... If you're still upset, are you planning on engaging in a slugfest? "You're not going to get over that temper, are you?"

"That can't be helped! Body..."

"Shut up!"

Atalanta was startled by the sudden change in my voice and raised her head, but I was no longer where she looked.

"What if we fight one more thing?"

It's not over until one dies.

A kick that was similar to the kick Atalanta had thrown at her iron man earlier, but was noticeably faster and heavier, was aimed at her head.

"Wow!"

Sensing an attack, Atalanta hurriedly raised her guard, but seeing her appearance made me mentally add a negative score.

"You shouldn't stop it, you should dig into it."

The strength of Tuma-gong is that it is an attack-oriented external attack that rushes in regardless of the situation or stance and takes the opponent's energy first.

Like her special skill, the Pankration Joint Technique, she must use the Geumnasu and Joint Technique to overturn the energy flow and induce a coin attack, or confuse the opponent with an attack strong enough to catch up with the reaction itself to generate energy.

Attack is the best defense, and even at the moment of attack, he tenaciously pounces, and even if the goddess of victory is on the other side, he grabs her by the neck and drags her to me. Isn't that the identity of Toumagong?

When she fell to the ground and tried to block my attack with her defensive stance, her fighting magic attack had already lost momentum and was weakened.

-Boo!

"Kaaaaak!"

In the end, as I expected, Atalanta took the brunt of the kick aimed at her side and fell, rolling several times on the ground.

When she stumbled to her feet, her arm was twisted at a strange angle, possibly broken.

"Off... Ah, it hurts..."

"I can listen to everything you're upset about and angry about later. But not now."

Atalanta wasn't out of breath yet, and I wasn't in a state where she couldn't move because her muscles were injured or her muscles were injured.

Don't be afraid.

He is a master of the Gosu clan who is revered by the entire martial arts world as a great master, and a demon among the demons who leads the 100,000 demons and is revered as the closest person to the dream of conquering the martial arts in the history of the Demonic Cult.

She did not learn the season of these seasons by stealing them over her shoulder, but she stole the essence of that enlightenment and ran away, so mastering her Yi fully was not just a goal for her, but her duty.

"Even if you gather all the people in Greece, there won't be more martial artists who would like to learn even just one martial arts technique you just showed. Know?"

The progress of the Twelve Divine Demons and the seasons of the Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon Church are like that.

A human miracle created by a combination of extreme odds and unparalleled talent, comparable to the history accumulated over decades by other major factions.

I counted this to my soul and soul in a time when I neither died nor lived, and when that miracle appeared in the world again.

I ascended to the position of a living god, carrying on my shoulders the faith of an overwhelming number of believers who would treat me like the supreme god Zeus.

They were as strong as the titans that the temple priests talked about, and they competed with the masters to level the mountains, dry up the rivers, and erase them on the map.

"So, get up and just sit down crying like any other girl with only a broken arm. "I will never forgive you."

These demonic arts were their history and my second life, and based on the progress of the twelve demonic heads, I developed the Heavenly Demonic Artificial Intelligence to where I am today.

Even though I decided to live a leisurely life and could accept everything else as good and move on, I could never compromise on martial arts.

-What a mess!

The sound of wood splitting echoes from behind.

It was the sound of wooden stakes splitting as they had not been able to overcome the shock of stepping on the ground earlier.

"...!!"

Atalanta seemed surprised by that sight and seemed to have forgotten the pain in her arm, her ruby-colored eyes moving back and forth between me and the wooden pillars behind me.

* * *

Atalanta's arm was broken, and her training for the day was over as she destroyed her wooden beam training center in half to teach her a lesson.

Although she didn't lose her mind, Atalanta collapsed and fell limp, as if she had really fought back with all her might.

Dirty with dirt, blood running down her head and face, and even her broken arm.

I hugged her with a satisfied smile as I saw her warrior fallen on the battlefield or her initiate completing her exemplary martial arts training.

"Ugh... I didn't get hit even once today..."

"Hey, don't you remember the last time you tried to kill me? "It's been a long time since I went to see the River Styx."

"Tsk, that was only possible because everyone accepted it. Still, you made me sweat quite a bit, didn't I?"

Atalanta patted my chest, which was glistening with sweat, as if she was proud.

"Well, honestly, it's okay to be proud."

When we first met her, during her tap dance battle, I pushed her without breaking a sweat.

Atalanta, who was quite capable of attacking me, was in a state where they were quite busy and ready to take on the opponent, even if they were hurt by me.

"It's because I still have bad habits. "If it's now, we can start fighting right now."

Putting her down under the shade of her big oak tree, which we always used as her resting place, I started caressing her body, pointing out one by one her bad habits or mistakes that I had seen in her today. Did.

"Ugh! Go, it tickles!"

"Stay still."

My neck and shoulders were tense due to a lot of stress. The back and wing bones were overloaded after several strong and fierce attacks. And her voluptuous breasts, which stole my attention even when they were arguing with their clear presence.

"Huh... Haha!"

By licking these one by one with your fingertips, you can heal serious wounds and activate muscles that will recover and grow with the divine power you learned from Nemesis.

Perhaps it was because of the feeling of recovery or the close distance, but Atalanta looked at me with a strange nasal sound.

To be honest, I was almost moved by the strange transformation of the female warrior in my arms and the blisters on her chest stained with dust and sweat.

"Seueuuuuu good looking! "It hurts!"

When I touched the broken bone in her arm, that strange mood disappeared and Atalanta complained with tears in her eyes.

"It's natural to be sick. On the contrary, if he doesn't get sick, he complains like he does now. Because it was really dangerous at that time.

"I'll get Asclepius."

"...Ugh. Argh! "Slow down!"

To be honest, I also have the body of a lively young man, and Atalanta is a beauty so beautiful and wild that men would gladly give up their lives.

With such a beautiful woman openly tempting me, it was natural for me to have blood rushing to my bag as well.

However, now was not the time to share the Greek style of men and women, but it was a moment to reflect on today's training.

"I know what you want, and I want it too. Not now. "I sparred just fine and recovered just fine, so I should try to recover while I'm still warm."

"Don't do it...I understand!"

She was like Atalanta, who attacked her with passion in everything she did, but her eyes were cruel to me, suppressing her excitement.

However, when I mentioned today's sparring, his eyes changed and he returned to his warrior stance.

I also felt both regret and pride.

"Look. Right now, like you, I haven't used my bets or my divine powers. "But the wooden pillar I stepped on and jumped on is split, and the pillar you stepped on and jumped on is still intact, right?"

"Because you are stronger?"

"No, honestly, if you just look at your body, you really have a perfect body, right? But..."

How many times did they face each other and relive the sparring?

We were able to finish today's training only after Apollo's chariot, which was floating high, came down a little.

"The important thing is composure and control. A rampaging beast kills people, right?"

"A trained warrior catches wild beasts."

"Yes."

As a female hero with a reputation in Greece, Atalanta intelligently understood my teachings and her points, and nodded her head energetically.

As expected, just looking at a disciple who takes what is given to him well makes one feel full.

Just as I was about to announce the end of the training with satisfaction, Atalanta rushed towards me.

"Chulup!"

"Town?!"

A moist texture that instantly covers my lips.

From the woman's strong body odor in her nostrils to the gorgeous ruby-colored eyes sparkling before her eyes.

Just as I taught you today, I had no choice but to surrender myself to the sneak attacks and surprise hand-to-hand attacks that were truly typical of a female warrior.

-Chuck...Chuck!

"Ha...Ha!"

The sweet offal rushing towards me as if he wanted to taste everything in my mouth as a reward for the hard training, and Atalanta's breath trying to take all my breath as if in revenge.

Seeing the crimson female warrior's thirsty eyes as if she couldn't hold back anymore, I smiled as if I couldn't stop her and willingly handed over her breath to her.

The still hot sun and the cool shade of the trees covering it.

It was such a perfect moment for a man and a woman to lightly kiss each other, soaking in each other's body scent.

◈ Chapter 89 - Like the Tico That Porsche Received.

There are three things that are essential to living peacefully in this Greek land.

At the Temple of Zeus, cleanliness and social norms are taught, and these are the things that are taught almost as survival norms.

Sacrifices, prayers, and chariots, these are the three.

This is a land of myth where religion or faith is not a simple concept, but gods are alive and their eyes and ears are everywhere.

Even if you are a handsome and powerful hero, if you are hated by the gods above you and the spirits spread across the land and forests, the world becomes tiring.

In fact, the guys who were hated by the nymphs in the Forest of Heroes are a good example of this.

One guy randomly threw away trash in the forest, and when he returned from work for a week, he was greeted with trash full to the ceiling.

Some people say that while playing the flute in Marsyas' music class after gossiping about the owner of a musical instrument store, the back of the flute fell on his neck and he became a debtor to Asclepius.

Even the nymphs, who are spirits, are subject to a grudge, and such minor(?) Incidents continue to occur, but what if the object of the grudge is a god?

At that time, no matter how powerful it is, it goes into hardcore mode like the Tico that Porsche received.

And the guys whose birth itself was an accident close to a Porsche crash were the guys eating with me right now.

It was a special discussion between the golden generation who participated at the call of Hercules after having a good time with Atalanta.

Atalanta left the room because she didn't want the men to see her like this.

In the end, the discussion continued with only men remaining, and although it was a feast of physical language with bows, swords, and fists exchanged, it was a decent time.

As I was eating the cool soup and bread brought by Asclepius, avoiding the sunlight that was slowly starting to go down.

The great hero Hercules, who was drinking in the forest and had his room turned into a garbage dump due to illegal trash dumping.

Iason was punished for creating a monopoly market with one tool for music classes and swearing at a music store nymph for being an evil owner.

Orpheus plays the lyre all the time and scratches people's minds.

Asclepius, a cynical handsome boy who still does not hide his tiredness.

Actaeon, who was quietly killing anyone today, gets excited when he hears that he has seen Artemis in person.

I'm having lunch with the Greek Sprout Heroes who, just by hearing them, can appear in five or six of the game's legendary names.

The topic that suddenly popped out was the story of the hardships he had experienced.

I secretly wondered what kind of hardship these young people were going through, but the problem was that they were born with nothing right.

First, Hercules.

His father stole the breast milk of the goddess Hera and Zeus, and because of that, he was almost killed by a snake sent by the goddess at a young age.

Due to a curse, he went crazy and blew off his music teacher's head with one blow. After working as a shepherd, he entered the Forest of Heroes.

Let's listen to the comments of the parties regarding this.

"Ah, honestly, the music teacher that the crow is asking for insults me by mentioning my mother and father. "Keep it alive?"

"Honestly, if I think about my brother Linos's personality, I can't say that there is no part of him that caused his death. "How can I get over insulting my father and mother?"

-Deering~

Hercules snorts at her, saying that even if it wasn't Hera's curse, the one who insulted his mother was her dead life, and Orpheus plucks his lyre miserably, saying that it was the karma of his brother who was his music teacher.

As expected, pad lip was one of the taboos that should not be brought up regardless of the East or the West.

Ah, honestly, pad lip has gone way over the line.

"I heard that the teacher's head was split into six pieces by hitting him with the lyre he was holding. "Is that real?"

"Hey, how can a person's head be split into six parts? Just puke...!"

"I'm eating pumpkin soup right now. Should I talk about a corpse? "You wild boars?"

Asclepius glared harshly at Jason, who did not want to know and was trying to interview Jason in detail about the time of the murder, and Heckle, who was trying to explain it with gestures with his hands and feet, making them both keep their mouths shut.

Today's lunch was a potage-like soup made with ripe pumpkin, grains, and cooled milk.

"I can't control my anger, so I'm making people angry, so what are you bragging about? Tsk."

"Uh... Um... Sorry..."

Unlike his usual harsh words and actions, Asclepius was a man with strong philosophy and pride as a doctor.

What I always talk about are cleanliness, prevention, and safety.

His speaking habits, which included disasters caused by the gods, contained quite sad stories.

"My mother was a princess of Thessaly. She was in love with that goddamn sun god, Apollo. He died at the hands of that fucking sun god."

The story of Asclepius, who calmly confessed that he had nothing to hide anymore, was quite shocking.

Apollo had a love affair with his mother, Coronis, and gave her a raven as her messenger.

As she was talking friendly with her cousins who had returned from her hunt, Apollo saw her teeth and, believing the words of her raven, who thought she was cheating on him, shot her and killed her.

It is said that Apollo, who belatedly realized his misunderstanding, took Asclepius out of his mother's womb just before she was cremated and entrusted him to Chiron, and he grew up in the Forest of Heroes ever since.

"Do you understand? When you die, it's all over. There are no misunderstandings or mistakes, so you have to be careful at all times. Do you understand?"

"Ah Okay."

"Tsk, I said something pointless..."

Heckle and Jason quietly buried their heads in the soup bowl, not because of sadness, but because Asclepius's eyes were filled with venom.

"Especially the king boar. You!"

"Yes...Yes?"

"You should be good to that crazy, powerful prison guard. If you hear people say you drank alcohol and made a fuss. I will kill you with my own hands. Okay?"

The resentment of the medical student who gritted his teeth toward the ultra-high-risk group that created emergency patients on the day of the first birthday was deeper and darker than any curse.

'But looking at the chaos that wild boar made while drinking... I can't say he was wrong.'

Looking at this crazy Greek mentality, people exalt drinking and acting out as heroic spirit.

Asclepius was truly a doctor of a new age who was centuries ahead of his time.

He didn't become the god of medicine for nothing.

"I learned the lira from my father and the Musai goddesses since childhood. "It was a truly meaningful time."

"I just want my grandfather to teach me how to shoot a bow. There was a lot of tragedy in the family, so they sent me to the Forest of Heroes. Well, that's the end...Hehe.."

Orpheus and Actaeon, who were quite quiet in their childhood, may not know what will happen in the future, but they pass like that.

However, even though it was his turn, Jason just quietly looked down at his bowl of soup.

"Hey! Hand! What are you doing blankly? Did you get into Paris? Are you seeing the oracle of Hermes?"

"Ah? Me, me? Um...I..."

Jason, who suddenly raised his head at the loud voice of Hercules, tried to open his mouth to say something, but his mouth, which was always eloquent, opened several times and eventually closed.

"I don't have anything special either. "More than that, I'm curious about your story, Dianes."

The way she changed her face in an instant and smiled humorously was an example of a politician who resembled her.

I didn't miss Jason's face, which was slightly distorted with anger.

'I don't really remember, but he also has quite complicated housework, right?'

After sweating and eating and chatting happily for a while, it's not cool to bring out the heartache in a young man's heart.

I decided to gladly accept his forgiveness.

"I hit Artemis."

Very correctly.

At those words, the other guys who had been looking at Jason with puzzled eyes also looked at me with wide eyes.

Even Jason, who hid his painful past and resentment under a smile, could not keep his mouth shut, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"When you go to the forest at night to train, you suddenly shoot an arrow with your head.

"The first time I barely managed to block it by breaking his wooden sword, the second time I raised the arrow and deflected it, and before the third time, Chiron came and blocked it."

Even when I think about it again, it's a shame that, unlike his temperamental hair, his face was just beautiful.

The intense excitement that was more desirable than the beauty came to me once again as a regret.

Marsyas's flute, which contains the power of Pan, the hem of that sacred instrument, which is clearer and more powerful than that, is still

I was quietly tied up in the corner of my danjeon.

I sensed that the time for this divine power to be released again was approaching and I was preparing.

And if that time does come true, how will the myths and stories I know change?

For the first time in a long time, I smiled at the anticipation of a big event that made me wait with dizzying anticipation.

They were already looking at me with strange eyes, as if wondering how I was still alive.

"You said you saw Artemis in person?"

"A man?"

"And even counter-attacking?"

"Are you pretty?"

"Wow, this wild boar is really..."

With a face that reminds me of a picture of a cat that glimpsed the truth of the universe, did they really hear it correctly?

The four of them, except Hercules, were slightly upset.

"Hmm... She definitely had a pretty face."

"Hey you crazy crow!!"

◈ Chapter 90 - The Beginning of a Performance for the Queen.

Not any other god, but the Twelve Gods of Olympus.

Jason and Orpheus were horrified at the fact that they had attacked Artemis, who was revered and loved by countless female hunters and men, and Asclepius promised that he would also hold your funeral. Actaeon was foaming at the mouth, and Hercules was amazed at how pretty she was.

No, I was a god and a fool, and I proudly asked myself if I had done everything I could as a human being by saving the thing that was about to hit my head and sending it to me.

What came back was the dogs' distancing, telling them to stay apart for a while because they didn't want to get hit by arrows together.

Actaeon, a believer of Artemis, had already rolled his eyes and fainted.

Meanwhile, Hercules rushed to tell her in detail about the beauty of the goddess.

In the end, Asclepius used his saliva to tell him not to run wild like a wild boar in heat, and a fuss ensued.

Anyway, roughly, my life went like this.

Training at dawn, life at midday, and the time at night to end the day.

When you finish your mythical daily life with famous and soon-to-be-famous heroes, you return to your room and take a breather.

The full moon of Hwiyeongcheong illuminated the forest outside the wide open window.

"...Where should we go out today?"

After nagging Hestosias, I placed the gold in the gold crown he had ordered, put it on his back, and carried the obsidian flute he always carried like a talisman in his arms. I quietly looked up at the night sky.

The full text of the poem containing Manghyangguieum's last advice to me was as follows.

"Full moon, full moon, hongchan honghyang, yeongokjojo, great eavesdropping..."

The moon has to be fully full for its light to shine.

When the spirit is fully filled, its fragrance spreads widely.

Once the songs are connected, they spread out like branches.

The stage curtain never goes down.

Never seize gold until the time is ripe to seize it.

It was a poem that meant that once the time comes to catch gold and you strike it, you should never neglect to strike it until you die.

Even so, I am a person who lives with reverence for the twelve songs of Manghyangguieum as a human being and artist, regardless of the rites of the four monks, and also because I know what twists and turns the twelve songs he taught me contained.

Even though it was not Hermes and Hera's advice, I was faithfully following their instructions and growing gold every day.

So, on nights when the moon was bright, I would take my two friends out of the house to the forest or on the beach, and when it rained or it was too late at night, I would sit on the veranda alone and play the flute.

Inter-floor noise complaints?

If you receive complaints while playing, check to see if your skills are lacking.

I was practicing songs 1 to 12 every day to get my hands on gold again, and no one complained.

On the contrary, on days when I don't play or when I go out, I receive complaints asking why I don't play.

However, that doesn't mean I can't just collect gold every day for the little heroes because my vvip, who likes gold, visits me every day these days.

-Pad-da-dak!

"Are you here?"

When I turn my head and smile at the cute flap of wings tickling my ears.

A pair of small waterfowl landed on both of my shoulders, chirping tiredly.

-Whispering.

-Whispering.

"Under the oak tree where I always practiced? I get it. "I'll be gone soon."

Originally, I heard that seabird language, which interprets the words of birds, was a Taoist or Zen art of Taoist immortals.

However, as I naturally awakened my divine power and was stimulated by the three gods, I was soon hearing not only the whispers of birds, but all kinds of creatures if I wanted to hear them.

"If the Independent and Seonmudang find out, they will be upset."

As I was laughing alone, the two water birds tilted their heads as if they were puzzled and flew away, making a fuss.

"...Were those two originally human too?"

A pair of waterfowl cooing in a rather old-fashioned tone for a bird.

Maybe there is something special about them since they are messenger birds operated by a goddess.

"But why is the water leaking?"

The bird commanded by the goddess of heaven is a water bird that lives in the water. I was a little surprised, but it wasn't a big problem.

I left my doubts behind and quietly jumped off the veranda.

Mannyangbiikbo, which has now almost become my foot habit(?), Has reached a point where I can literally walk through the forest like a shadow, thanks to my deeper bet and spiritual power.

If I were to walk while counting roughly 30 seconds in my head,

Not the poisonous crescent of Artemis.

In the middle of a clearing in the forest where Selene's bright full moon illuminated the forest, a beautiful noblewoman who had been waiting for me was beckoning me.

"I meet the Queen of the Gods."

"Welcome. "I'm glad you came so willingly."

A noble lady wearing a light night dress that resembles the night sky at sunset, with her long brown hair elegantly covered by a silver veil.

All gods are young and beautiful, but her nobility and elegance were her charms that no other goddess could possibly surpass.

Queen Hera.

This was the identity of the vvip that I played with as a full-time musician every night these days.

* * *

Hera said that as the host of her guests, she could not neglect this, so she served me the food and drinks of the gods and invited me to have a brief chat.

"By the way, you seem to be in a good mood these days?"

"Hmm? I?"

To be honest, when I first saw Hera, I was quite dazzled by her surging life beneath her beauty and elegance.

So much so that it reminds me of Bihwawonju and Hongnyeondaeju, who were engaged in a political drama over me in the past.

And if we sum up the small stories we shared afterwards, as roughly expected, it was because of Zeus's affair.

My conclusion was that Hera never lost her temper.

'Honestly, Ares is not a very caring son. Hephaestus is said to be reluctant to go to Olympus itself.'

At least her daughters and Iris were helping her well, but Zeus, who was always cheating, and the praise for Hercules that came out of his mouth were gnawing away at her heart.

However, these days, whenever she calls me to watch a performance or chat with me, the intensity and venom has diminished significantly, and her beautiful appearance, which still has a hint of poison, is slowly fading away.

"Oh, you mean that? That's it. These days, I see hot blood sweating during the day. Even this old goddess felt happy."

-...?!

Her hand, which was busy adjusting the gold, stopped for a moment at the smile of the young goddess.

What on earth are you looking at like that?

"...He beat me up very coolly. "She hated seeing that guy, the guy who didn't even want to say his name, and it made her feel like she was letting go of her tantrums a little bit."

"Ah...! "You mean the training that took place during the day?"

If the goddess Hera was a bastard who didn't even want to mention her name, she was the only one in this forest.

The name Hercules also means the glory of Hera.

From Hera's point of view, the name of her illegitimate child, born from her husband's affair with her great-granddaughter, is Honey-chan! It's like giving it a name.

Today too, I appeased the goddess's wrath by hitting her with practicality for the sake of martial arts training.

'Phew...'

It's a surprise.

Is this goddess possibly referring to a time she had with Atalanta? I felt cold inside.

"The more I look at you, the more I am impressed by your martial arts and fighting skills. To be honest, I too have no choice but to acknowledge the power and inaction of that bastard, so I only hope for the future. "I feel so relieved that even a wild boar like that can't control you."

"Even though I am younger than you gods, I have been through more battlefields and battles than the barley that those children ate.

"It's okay to be pushed around by a strong child."

Even though I say this, Jason's military might and Hercules' strength and martial arts made me nervous several times.

In terms of time, it is the mythical era when the Three Emperors and Five Emperors of the ancient Central Plains and the Eight Jinseons walked the earth and fought against demons.

The heroes born in the era of spiritual energy and divine power that were darker and more powerful than the two eras I passed through were different from their very beginnings.

'It was a moment when I realized why the magicians and magicians of the mythical era were so difficult and powerful.'

In martial arts, the things called 'singong' and 'singi' are things that every martial artist would go out of their way to obtain.

Because of its great power, it was common for a great war to break out if a divine skill or divine power appeared.

Even if he had obtained this skill, his entire body's energy and blood boiled over and he was reduced to a handful of blood when he tried to learn the divine skill, or he was eaten by the power of the divine energy, turned into a monster, and was subjugated by the martial arts.

Every time I see this, I wonder what kind of monster it is that created these monsters.

The conclusion drawn by observing the talent and potential of these budding heroes is that it is impossible to have weapons or martial arts capable of containing the power of these monsters without using divine skills and new techniques of such power.

'Still, they are quite attractive, so I am thinking of teaching them some martial arts as well as mental and physical training, so I am making them learn Taoist gymnastics and interrogating them...'

The problem is that words stimulate the opponent's blood level and lead to a path, but to others, it is just a slap and a beating, so Hera must have thought that I was refreshingly beating Hercules.

'There's no need to scratch and make a mess.'

"Still, the young guys' fists were quite spicy. "It was a pretty fun time for me too."

"Hmm, that's right?"

While saying that and drinking the nectar she poured for me, Hera looked at me with her eyes sparkling.

"..."

She heard that one of Hera's nicknames was bull's eye.

Unlike its rough appearance, the bull's eyes are very clear and transparent and beautiful, and it was a compliment that she was a goddess with eyes as beautiful as the bull's eyes.

However, the goddess with such beautiful eyes looked at me with a mysterious look in her eyes.

She naturally swallowed her dry saliva, wondering if anything would happen.

"Hey, I..."

"Then what about the goddess' opponent? "I guess she won't just have fun?"

"...Yes?"

With those words, Hera smiled seductively and watched my reaction.

◈ Chapter 91 - Temptation of the Queen?

When I hug a woman, I don't have any special preferences.

A moment of pleasure, or consolation for a political stance, or a noble believer.

For me, one night with a woman was just that.

Still, the story about the boiling impulse I shared with the pretty female high school student, or the story about how I educated that crazy congressman all night long, etc.

To paraphrase here, there were quite a few hot and provocative stories, and stories that made me quite proud as a male. That's it.

In any case, he wasn't a womanizer to the point of coveting other people's women, but he also wasn't so far removed from women's tastes that he bitten the woman who came to him.

I somehow had a desire, but it could be said that I channeled that desire into a conquest project.

But no matter how much of a country it is.

If you weren't moved by the temptation of this fascinating goddess, Nemesis would come after you with a sword, accusing you of telling a big lie.

"Why are you doing that? "Her face looks a little red."

"Haha... She has a beautiful goddess in front of her, wouldn't the stone statue people be shy?"

She said, "Somehow she put honey on her mouth. "She is so sweet in every word."

As I said that, I saw Hera lying down comfortably on her cloud and smiling provocatively at me. For a moment, I felt dizzy, as if I was dreaming of her falling.

A married woman is a married woman for a reason, such as saying that she became a married woman, or that a married woman has a deep charm that young children don't have because she is less mature.

I now felt like I could understand Gwangpung Shinchang's theory of married women's tastes, which he had been preaching in a gentle way during training.

"As you know. As expected, you are truly a beautiful work of art by the mother of chestnuts. "If I dress up well, I can take you as my maid, right?"

Do you have any thoughts?

It was a question I couldn't tell if it was serious or a joke.

It reminded me of the hot romance between a noble lady and a young man that the old man was talking about, so I decided to lighten the mood.

"Are you taking care of my commute home?"

"Ho ho ho! This is why both Ares and Hermes care about you. "In this day and age, there is no such interesting conversation partner with whom one can chat so comfortably without being scared or overly provocative."

Fortunately, my joke worked well. Hera's eyes widened at my answer, and she smiled as if it was fun and stroked my head.

Then, the dense scent of pomegranate and poppy tickled my nose in an elegant yet cozy way.

The noble lady's languid face suddenly approached her, covering her eyes with her mature charm and swamp-like devilishness.

I don't know if it was her intention or not, but the valley of her voluptuous body exposed as she lay down and the twilight-colored hair flowing over it were enough to make me sweat as I tried to calm down her hand that went up to grab her teeth.

And most of all, a gentle hand stroking my head.

A strange feeling that she had never experienced before was wrapped around her body by the soft and affectionate touch that made her wonder if her mother's touch would be like this.

"Oh my... Your hair is so nice. Atalanta was surprised at how rough she was, and even Aphrodite would gladly give up her belt if she could imitate your hair."

"Okay, thank you."

It is said that even though Zeus, the supreme god, played around with his dick like that, among all women, women and nymphs, there was no one who controlled his soul as much as Hera during her newlywed life.

I was the only one who convinced myself that it was indeed possible.

"So, what is the answer? Of course, I will reward you generously."

"No one else but the Queen of the Gods has given her permission, and she has no reason to humbly receive the blade of her enemy."

"Oh? "Did you really understand what I said?"

I answered with a light smile and a small bow of my head as Saetbyeol looked at me with wide eyes as if she was once again surprised.

"Unfortunately, I was hoping it was someone else's message. "That would be too much greed."

Anyone looking at the current situation would say that a rich, elegant lady and a handsome young man were flirting and flirting with each other, but it was a dense and rich atmosphere.

The opponent is the goddess of marriage and family.

A goddess like that would give up her career?

This Greece will literally become a hell where full-throttle versions of love and war continue every day.

If you look at the glimpse of playfulness in her eyes and the flow of words she and I shared.

I said that it was 'fun' to deal with Hercules and the minor heroes, and Hera asked if dealing with the goddess would really be 'fun'.

If we were to interpret it based on a Greek-style pun, it ended up being fun dealing with a young hero praised highly by Zeus.

Then, I asked how the opponent of the goddess who would attack me would feel.

"When did you notice?"

"As soon as I heard it. However, you seem to be a little confused. Do you usually enjoy dirty jokes?"

-Tiding!

As she dried her wet hands with heat and turned around again to adjust the gold, the Queen's laughing voice tickled her ears.

"Would it have been okay if I told you right away?"

Even an earthworm squirms when you step on it, and a man's heart that gets really hot but then cools down is hot.

I decided to wiggle a little too.

"If it were some other guy instead of me."

"What if it was?"

The goddess's voice was filled with playfulness and anticipation, and I just said it out loud.

"Of course, I would have rolled my eyes and disrespected the goddess."

"What?"

She wondered if she had heard correctly, before anger added to her voice.

I cut her off at exactly the right time and took my turn.

"They say you will fall into Tartarus later. "If she could embrace the most beautiful goddess in the world, if she could relive her ecstatic memories, she would gladly accept her eternal fall."

I was suddenly worried that this might be a bit of a bold statement, but just now, anyone could see that this beautiful lady was seducing me.

At that moment, I wonder if...? Out of the two interpretations of temptation and warning, I almost leaned towards the former due to my feelings and expectations.

My heart told me to go straight like this, but I couldn't even recognize the meal the man had prepared for me, so I struggled excitedly, wondering if I had to take off the items from my lower body.

My cool-headed mind, trained for over a hundred years, told me not to talk nonsense and just enjoy the current situation, shaking my head and saying that it wasn't a good game anyway.

Shit.

And the world always discards expectations and drags reality along.

When a child learns how to live with the pain of betraying expectations, he or she becomes an adult.

And I'm still a baby.

Hey, I'm a baby girl.

"The nectar was strong."

-Tiding!

I wonder where and how this guy's stream of consciousness will go if he lets go of the reins.

Geumhyun, who had been well-coordinated for no reason, felt a sense of self-destruction at the bullshit that suddenly arose and began to irritably snap.

However, until I started talking nonsense to myself, fell into self-destruction, and tormented Geum.

The goddess, who heard my counterattack, remained silent without saying anything.

'Are you screwed?'

It certainly wasn't a joke to be told to the guardian deity of home and marriage, but isn't Greece where that guardian deity resides?

So I thought I would just make it a bit of a joke and move on.

For some reason, I started to feel anxious about the goddess who silently glared at me from behind.

"Hey, goddess?"

Amman, I was the leader of the Jungwon martial arts group where Jajabaekga and Gongmaengsunmuk were alive, but no matter how young my face value was, I was throwing a dirty joke at an elderly person.

Unable to raise my head during the brief visit of wise man time, I wanted to at least dry my face.

I was worried that the queen of the gods might come to the duty of public alliance and become a thousand horse roaster today.

Carefully, he turned his head and made eye contact with the queen.

"..."

"..."

Fortunately, it didn't seem like the goddess was trying to turn me into a roasted horse or a frog.

However, she is just lying down with her chin resting on a fluffy looking cloud and staring at me with unknown eyes.

...To be honest, this one was scarier.

He wasn't laughing as cheerfully as before, nor was he getting angry.

It was quite creepy to see those beautiful eyes that seemed to fall in love, staring at me without moving a single inch.

"...You're good at telling jokes."

Fortunately, Hera, who was looking at me with an expressionless expression, quickly laughed it off and I, too, swallowed my saliva and laughed.

"Ha,haha... Then the goddess who is coming after me must be the one who put down her moon chariot and is hospitalized right now?"

"That's right, I warned you so solemnly that you didn't even know the subject. "He gnashed his teeth, saying he would throw you into hell until the very end."

I knew it. If there is a goddess who is after me, she is none other than the damn twin goddesses.

However, I offered a small prayer of gratitude to Gwangnyeon, who helped me overcome a potentially difficult situation with ease.

Even if we meet later, I will save your life.

"It is said that as soon as he came out of the temple of Apollo, he ran to his father and begged."

Hermes said to Hera:

Artemis fell at Zeus' feet, carrying her worn hunting clothes and broken arrows from Hera's blow.

She reportedly shed tears.

"Hey, showmanship... I guess I'd be good at being a theater actor."

Obviously, due to her nature, the wounds she received from Hera and her worn clothes could have been neatly changed at any time.

He was very determined and went to my father armed with full force to whine.

"Do you think that's all? "May Hermes tell you..."

I will punish with my own hands the man who dared to touch the body of a pure virgin who had been promised to her by her father and see blood.

However, because he was not going to kill his father because of his feelings, he asked for permission to make him pay the price for messing with God.

"Well, who cares who pays the price?"

"You have a father and a mother who wonder if it is okay, and a brother who looks after you no matter what you do, so you can't tell the difference between heaven and earth. "How can you not find it laughable that you even dare to confront me with the blood on your neck?"

However, the sight of his beloved daughter crying in such a difficult situation moved Zeus' useless fatherly love.

In the end, it is said that Artemis received one permission after interpreting Zeus' long laws and divine karma.

"Permission?"

"Yes, like Nemesis, Eris, and Ares, let the young heroes do their divine work.

"You are only allowed to perform divine work once in the sanctuary."

...At last.

Like the prelude to countless myths and epic dramas in this land of Greece, this event can ultimately be summarized this way.

Ultimately, Zeus was an asshole.

◈ Chapter 92 - Human Memories and Longing.

It is truly beautiful.

Hera thought as she watched the young god playing with his eyes closed under the moonlight.

As the queen of Olympus, she could always enjoy a drink poured by Hebe, accompanied by the sound of Apollo's lyre, if she wanted.

As she placed her feet on these rough wild grasses and rocks, the chatter and music she shared with the young yet old foreign child seemed to seep into her heart.

In direct contrast to Apollo's performance, which always sings of joy and glory, Dianes' notes were calm and serene.

Apollo's lyre was always brilliant with vitality, joy, desire and glory.

The child born of the night always played regret, longing, and worn-out sadness, drowning out her writhing tantrums on the other side of her.

The song mixed with the sound screams and wails like that, but the face of the child playing it is calm without a ripple.

Hera sighed inwardly that she was better than the gods that were rampant in Olympus.

'He's the kind of kid Ares would like.'

If a lion and a lion met in the same area, they would fight each other over their territory, but if a lion and a bear met in the mountains, they would manage to live together.

The texture is similar, but the color inside is different.

If Ares was a feisty male lion, this child was a silent, wandering bear.

It was understandable that the thunder-naked son, who had met the time well and was hit hard, was rushing to Hebe in the hope of taking care of something for him.

Even in Olympus, Ares was a sore thumb even for Hera, as more people ran away than those who welcomed him with his fiery temperament.

The son knows this and always wanders around Olympus, taking pity on his mother who cries alone because of her father's affair, so he takes care of his women.

Hera's only joy these days was that her son had a good friend.

However, that doesn't mean she just came to see the young Shin with her mother's heart.

It wasn't that again.

The child of the old chestnut mother who came to visit after a long time.

If Zeus is the head of the twelve gods of Olympus and has absolute influence over the gods under him.

On the contrary, Hera was a bridge between the old gods and the Protogenoi, who had now taken a step back, and even the gods Gaia and Uranus, who had cursed Zeus.

Hypnos, the god of sleep, who could be said to be her priest, and poor Argos, born of the earth, who died at the hand of Hermes, the golden apple tree as a gift from Gaia and Radon, its guardian, and the wandering island of Chalcinos, a gift from her adoptive parent, Oceanus. Etc.

In the distant past, she was a priestess of the Protogenoids and a disciple of the Mother of the Night, offering sacrifices to unbelieved gods.

Her promised power and her faith could not be surpassed by any god except Zeus, and the giants and beasts under her command were revered as the confidants of her goddess.

How could she not miss her brilliant past?

Although she is now a past self with no one to sing, the beautiful gift sent by the Night Mother was soothing Hera's glorious past and the goddess's longing for it through her performance.

So, as a reward for the young priest, and with the intention of testing her child's composure, she revived her past demonic nature and openly seduced her child.

However, the young god praised his lady named Hera in her best way, and Hera showed her praise and respect to her goddess.

Zeus's affair during her long life brought upon her not only her anger but also her despair.

It was her despair and doubt that her own whiteness and charm as a woman had disappeared.

However, the sight of her child, who may have had greater faith than her Zeus, blushing at every gesture of her hand or her smile was cute and also gave her confidence.

'Unlike the obedient believers, they are bold.'

And yet, as if it wasn't enough that he endured his own temptations, he even made mischievous jokes to endure it.

While praising her beauty and charm, he also respected her vocation and status.

'...If it's like this, I can leave it to you.'

-𝅘𝅥𝅮𝆕~

Even the constellations that embroider the night sky wriggled, and as soon as the performance that I had been listening to ended, Hera also woke up from her contemplation and made a promise.

A big resolution that might shake this whole world.

'I held back for a long time. Zeus.'

She is the queen of the gods, not the guardian deity of the home.

As an old priestess, goddess of magic and esotericism, she will unleash her final turmoil on Greece.

It was through her young priest.

For her final test for him, Hera tried her luck again.

"Aren't you afraid of the gods?"

When the performance was over, the young god answered in an even tone as he carefully maintained each string of the instrument.

"As I said, I came from a far away place, from a land several times larger than Greece combined.

"He has so many followers and subordinates that even the powerful and great followers of Zeus dare to say that he is few."

"At the touch of my hand, mountains collapsed, and the great rivers that blocked my path dried up. Even day and night yielded to my wisdom and knowledge, and the sun and moon had to change places."

I was such a being, and I dared to be the object of power and power comparable to yours. The child spoke calmly to the queen of the gods.

If it had been baseless arrogance, Hera would have dealt with it severely. If it was just a bout of madness, they would have taken pity on him and turned him into a monster.

However, those black eyes simply expressed the simple truth, neither more nor less.

"I saw countless knights and countless disasters, and fought for life and death with those who went beyond the human realm.

I also crossed the line and sought power. We got there in the end."

"What if that place?"

"A place where you can confidently say that you have dared to reach the realm of God with a human body."

Of course, looking at the real God, it seems like there is still a long way to go.

Dianes laughed bitterly.

"Are you afraid? Let me answer that. I'm not afraid.

"It is not just your hands that shake the earth, break down mountains, and reach out to heaven and destiny."

"Then why is it so quiet?

How is it possible to settle into a human body so peacefully and quietly?

Don't you miss the throne of Olympus, the place where all people and all gods looked up to, and the hand that touched heaven?"

"..."

The little god smiled slightly at that question, his eyes shining mysteriously, and he gently stroked his instrument that was now contained in his coffin.

"Because you were a child's dream."

"...What?"

He was stroking the gold with wistful eyes as if he was missing it, and the child was smiling.

Like the fleeting twinkling starlight, like the life of a human being who lives fiercely but ultimately loses pitifully.

It was a warm yet sad smile that was so beautiful and quickly disappeared.

"You were a memory of a child hugging a blanket and looking at the moonlight.

When that child grew up and was busy, he came to me and inspired me to dream.

"It was the yearning of a fierce but peaceful, fleeting human being."

The child, who was slowly stroking the gold and smiling, slowly counted it with his eyes and then resolutely closed the lid.

"That's why I was able to breathe quietly in this land of myths, holding those memories, that inspiration, and that longing. "I was able to settle down a bit with the peace and memories that came after a long time."

There was no longer a smile on his face.

The beautiful face that closely resembled Mother Night was as cold as if she were wearing a mask, and her eyes were deep and dark like the edge of the abyss.

What those eyes capture is the bright moon rising in the sky.

Hera trembled at the illusion that the moon might be swallowed up by those eyes.

"With such memories and admiration, I respect you. "I was able to admire, love, and even cherish him in my heart and enjoy being still human."

He slowly shook his head with a pathetic sneer.

"But fear, fear alone is not mine.

It belongs to those who point their swords at me and aim their counsel. Not mine.

"The world may be afraid of me, but I have no reason to be afraid of anything."

A mad and arrogant declaration.

However, the face that said this did not contain any mixture of arrogance, provocation, or even anger or provocation.

"So, if those immature memories turn into a sword and try to point it at me. It's heartbreaking, but I have to cut those memories and shatter them into pieces. "No one can point a knife at me again."

Once again, a brilliant smile appeared on her beautiful face, resembling Mother Chestnut.

A cold, maddening, cruel smile like Tartarus that devoured the Titans.

It was truly a smile that fit Hera's vision.

"Fuuuuu!! Nix Oh my god!Haha!!"

Hera laughed loudly for the first time in a long time.

Hera was so filled with joy that she wondered if she had ever been this happy and fun since her marriage to Zeus, forgetting her face and her prestige and laughing freely for the first time in a long time.

Her teacher, her friend, and her god had sent such a precious and beautiful gift to the Queen of Gods, with whom she had had a grudge for a long time.

◈ Chapter 93 - The Result Is Simple.

Hera, perhaps checking something on her own, laughed loudly and said something meaningful to me.

'If this goes well, and you are as satisfied with the results as you say, I will give you a gift.'

Hera looked at the sky with strange eyes, leaving only those words, and disappeared on the spot in a flash of bright light, just like Hermes did.

"...A gift?"

After carefully putting the gold that I hadn't yet been given a name back in its place, I opened some wine and went out to the veranda.

Greek and Roman mythology.

As it is the biggest story I love and remember, the way this world works was also roughly stuck in my head.

"Is it a hardcore quest called a gift, or is it a truly jaw-dropping gift?"

One way or another, it doesn't matter whether the kudzu gets entangled in Mt. Mansu or not.

Considering that there are usually no cases where the gods' interest leads to a good ending, do we have to live with the premonition of orbital bombardment again?

However, the situation has been happening for a long time, and even if I were to count the scenes that I was directly or indirectly involved in, it would not be enough on one hand.

The situation is already favorable.

The tiger was not an ordinary tiger, but was riding on the back of an all-time great tiger that was either a mountain warrior or a spirit creature.

I just decided to calm down a bit and start preparing for the upcoming big event.

"Big event. "Isn't it a raid event?"

Goddess of the crescent moon, guardian of female hunters, Moonlight Lightyear.

Artemis.

That idiot didn't even know how to be ashamed and came to me saying that he would risk his life or death.

I, too, have no further reservations and must generously offer my small fortune to this world.

"Hey~ I was just trying to live as quietly as possible. "The world won't leave me alone?"

Should I like this or not?

As I sat on the veranda and looked up at the sky, only the stars and the moon twinkled indifferently, as always.

No answer was given to me.

"Artemis, Artemis... What will it be like?"

If I reflect on the memory of the last time I encountered it in Passos, its life and venom was so great that it reminded me of a Tangmunju overcome by evil. A famous family was seen to be at a god-level level, resembling the arrogance and conceit characteristic of late Ji-su.

Well, since he was born, his mother was a titan god, his father was the highest god, and with his father's halo, he ascended to the highest rank in the twelfth generation and whined about it for the rest of his life, so what is there to worry about in the world?

"Since it is a new profession, his bow skills can be considered divine, but he only swings his innate magical power as if he were punching or kicking. "It was rough and crude."

Usually, people called late Jisoo have been drinking elixirs and herbs since they were young and are accumulating huge bets.

If you look at the way he believed in the amount of the bet and ended up destroying himself when the coin came, I don't know how fraudulent it is to be born with a new spoon rather than a golden spoon.

How can a body hold that much energy without proper deep energy and even control it automatically without having to control it?

"Neri and all other spirits are frauds."

Come to think of it, that tomboy Eris also used magic to block Guyugeom's extreme heat, and didn't even bleed from the nose, let alone hemoptysis.

There was nothing else I admired about gods and spirits.

A transcendental body that always maintains its integrity, and the power of energy that realizes will through all directions regardless of energy and blood flow in that body!

Having a body, having children through affection, and freely moving around the earth, they were the true spirit that all martial artists dream of, the true spirit beyond that.

"I was born into a state that even I couldn't climb because I didn't know where to put my last step. "You're arrogant."

It was still nice to the eyes.

That pure, clear, huge energy that flashed so appetizingly.

Even the perfect body that possessed a human body, wielded human emotions, and boasted of the body of God and the power of God.

"Will I be able to compete with my current condition?"

I closed my eyes and thought deeply.

The opponent is a young girl with catastrophe-like power.

She spent a long time hunting and wandering, and was born a great goddess.

She survived such a long period of time and remained in history that her name resembles Kangsan, disappearing and reappearing.

Even when I saw her in person, her divine power was so great that even any expert in flower techniques could not come close to it.

Her body, as if this is what a true body (神體) is, is temporarily out of her mind, and even fatal wounds are repaired in an instant, leaving behind only a little bleeding.

It was truly a fraudulent spec.

On the other hand, what about me?

Although I was reborn in this Greek world, my mind is filled with the progress of the twelve divine demons and the martial arts of all kinds of holy demons from the 10,000-year history of demonic religion.

A combination of betting and divine power called Shin Magi, a martial arts-specialized divine power that rivaled Ares and crossed swords with Nemesis.

Also, within the barrier between Ares and Nemesis, I had already made a bet to reach the peak with the Shin Kung-Jeol and True Magic Techniques in my head, without being limited by time.

However, no matter how much it is, we are still limited by the human body, so we cannot be unaffected by fatigue and trauma.

It couldn't be said to be very advantageous compared to Artemis.

In addition, we have not yet been able to properly see Artemis' skills and power due to Chiron's intrusion in Pathos, so we cannot judge how the game will turn out.

"Then there is only one way."

To borrow the words of Mugeuktuma.

The more complex the fight, the simpler the outcome.

It was time to repay the debt I wanted to pay off that had been sitting around for a long time.

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The next morning.

I covered Neri with a blanket so she could sleep soundly, and went down to Poseidon's beach, looking at the dawn sky for the first time in a while.

The place was crowded with small heroes who were diligently preparing for a breakfast death match today as well. There was a guy standing alone on a high cliff, smiling darkly at them.

Hehe. Look! "Trash heroes!"

"Where is this villain showing off in the air?"

"Ok? Dianes!"

A big boy wakes up smiling brightly when I call him.

It was Hercules, the sprout of a great hero who could almost be called a young man now.

"What happened today? "You said you don't eat breakfast because it's a hassle, right?"

"It did. "I usually don't eat breakfast because I feel light and happy."

"Ah~ Breakfast is Demeter's blessing to start the day. "You blasphemous bastard!"

Even today, Hercules, who was wearing a cool jacket, still had five scars clearly visible on his chest from a direct hit in the stream.

Of course, if Asclepius treated him, there would be no trace, but Hercules is said to have left the scar because it was a reminder of his mistakes and foolishness.

He was willing to question him, give him blood, and teach him martial arts. Seeing him grow day by day with just a little bit of training was jaw-dropping.

And now it's my turn to receive the education expenses.

"Are you trying to disturb the kids so they can't eat breakfast again today?"

"Oh, what a slander. It is a definite training and performance. I enjoy running and martial arts training. "They are trained to hunt monsters."

"Huh, monster hunting training."

It seems like he knows full well that he is a monster with human-level potential.

"How is it. Are you going to join us too? Even so, they are all quite famous in their respective kingdoms or regions. You must be pretty nervous, right? To put it in Hyperborea terms, it's going to be thrilling. "It's pretty fun, huh?"

This guy.

I think it was quite a shock that he not only expressed remorse and reformed verbally, but that he broke things for me.

Before, I just looked at it funny and thought it was all straw. I recognized them and dealt with them seriously.

"That's good. But, today I have a different partner."

"What? Who?"

I grinned at the tall Hercules, who was looking at me quizzically.

"Let's write the Oath on the River Styx now."

"...What?"

* * *

-Puuu!!

"Everyone, spread out nets!"

"Spread out into the net as prepared! Everyone stay in your seats!"

With the horn sound announcing the start of the morning death match, the best strategist and strategist in the Forest of Heroes.

Theseus and Jason commanded the legion of minor heroes, pointing to Hercules' location.

The formation they prepared today is the so-called net formation.

Even though they gathered tightly in a turtle formation to block the attack, the monster called Hercules broke the spear and committed massacre.

Even if they dispersed and ran into the forest, they chased after them like ghosts and beat them down one by one.

Everyone was shocked by the sight of the great hero who tenaciously captured each and every person and destroyed them with all his might, wondering what kind of change in his state of mind had occurred after being defeated by a guy named Dianes.

Despite having such great strength and body, the small heroes gathered their spirits as they faced him seriously and accelerated their tactical classes every morning with the sole intention of defeating him.

"But Hercules is also Hercules. "Isn't Theseus strange too?"

"Is that so?"

"I stay in the west wing until late at night as if I'm possessed by something, and I don't even drink."

"Last morning, when I was spreading out my formation, I almost kneaded the crooked Lesigos."

"I was broken by Hercules for more than a day or two."

"There! I'm not concentrating! "Do you want to die!"

Little heroes who guarded Hercules on the cliff with spears and shields in Spartan style.

Theseus's venomous shouts, which had become as strange as Hercules these days, pricked them, but their doubts about their commander, who had suddenly changed, did not seem to go away.

Theseus was a venerable commander, a trickster, and a rare strategist who defeated Hercules with a trick.

A trustworthy general who always encouraged those around him with a gentle and smiling face, and always fought with Jason in perfect harmony against Hercules, letting them know that victory was possible.

However, these days, Theseus forces unreasonable strategies or sacrifices, and he does not hesitate to use violence if people do not comply or act against his orders.

Each time, Jason was surprised and tried to stop him, but distrust and suspicion toward Theseus was slowly sprouting among the minor heroes.

"Hmm... Anyway, I guess I can eat one today."

"You've trained tremendously so far, right?"

"The problem is that that monster has been fighting a lot with Dianeth lately."

"Damn!"

"Who's the bastard that's chochi!"

"Ares is angry. "A crow will bite you!"

The little heroes seemed to be quiet, but quickly became noisy.

However, despite this, the formation was very firm with the will to hunt down the monster without any break.

"It's moving!"

"Everyone get ready!"

Eventually, as the figure on the cliff soared high into the sky, the corps suddenly became quiet and burned their will in preparation for the monster's imminent onslaught.

However, there is one thing that is different from usual.

The thing is that the fallen seal was not just one.

"...Um, what is that?"

"Oh..."

The little heroes of Ikkitousen who gathered that morning learned one lesson.

No matter how wide and strong the net is.

If two monsters run wild inside it, it will be torn apart without any help.

◈ Chapter 94 - A Revived Myth.

There is only one thing I asked of Hercules in exchange for the oath he entrusted to me on the River Styx:

Attack me with the intention of killing me, but do your best not to die.

In other words, I am going to attack you with the intent to kill you, and you are asking me to attack you with the intent to kill you.

"What?"

At the same time, I felt the oath engraved on my heart and his heart slowly working and mobilizing force.

An intangible energy rising around Hercules like a haze.

The oath made by the Goddess of Shenzhen, who is older and more powerful than the gods themselves, was never made in vain.

"What the hell is going on?"

"If you prepare appropriately, it's the wrong time to prepare. "Even if it's a bit tough, it's a situation where you have to jump through a few steps quickly."

The only way to get stronger quickly.

There was only one thing: a life-threatening struggle against a strong and dangerous opponent.

"Tsk... You're going to regret it?"

"You will have to make it that way. "Unless you want to die before you graduate."

It is said that even gods who break the oath of the River Styx will fall into a death-like sleep for a long time due to the curse of the Goddess Styx, and for mortals, their souls will fall into Tartarus.

Hercules had no choice anyway.

However, the guy who seemed a little embarrassed soon corrected his facial expression, used the expression he had learned from me, and aimed his fist at me.

"So, you're saying I can go without any reservations?"

"If you give up, you will die."

"You can't die, right?"

"I would be grateful if you would die instead of me."

"Gibberish!"

-Too boom!

Like a giant cannonball, Hercules, in a tackle stance, lunged at me in an instant.

Two arms the size of beams crossed in the shape of an X, and even a face tightly hidden under the guard.

He was a perfect tackle guard who was worth the effort and training he had put in.

"Zeuuuuu!!"

"Uhm..!"

Normally it would be a river-to-river fight like this. I would have evaded and counterattacked.

I took a stance, feeling scared by the force, and soon collided.

-Quaang!

"Kaaaaah!!!"

"..!!"

It felt like I had been run over by a wild boar, or rather, an elephant.

A torso headbutt with truly overwhelming strength, large size, and incredible speed and accuracy.

Hercules and I were instantly thrown off the cliff and flying through the air.

-Wheeeee!

A dizzying feeling of floating that envelops your entire body.

However, more than that feeling of floating, what Hercules and I noticed first was the punches and kicks aimed at each other's gaps.

-Phut! Pow! Pop!

In an instant, dozens of sums were exchanged in the air.

He grabs the huge handle that looks like it could split a log with both hands and throws a kick while spinning it, and a hand the size of a pot lid tries to block the kick and throws it in return.

Each time the attack collided, the air was torn apart and an explosion of noise shook my ears.

It's a thrilling confrontation where even the slightest carelessness and the slightest error can put your life at risk in an instant.

The end of the confrontation came suddenly as the earth approached in an instant.

-Quaang!

Two hands meeting in the air.

A dizzying shock, as if I had been hit by a piece of metal, ran down my arm, and as I rode the shock and widened the distance, the little heroes above my head, looking down at me in bewilderment, passed by as if in slow motion.

-Thud!

-Phew!!

I ignored the shock and turned around and landed on the ground.

However, Hercules did the exact opposite and was thrown into the middle of the sea, causing a huge tsunami.

"Wow!"

"Hey, what a mess this is!"

"Everyone evacuate! "Evacuate!"

"What about evacuation! Maintain formation right now! "Can't you all hear me?"

Because of that, the small hero army that was running to surround me was startled by the tidal wave and ran away.

Jason and Theseus each ran around busily trying to somehow resolve this.

I didn't have time to care about this.

"Child, you have grown up a lot."

-Whoa!

At first glance, it was a huge tidal wave caused by Hercules targeting me exactly.

This is because the great hero rushing towards me furiously below glared at me with lightning flashing throughout his body.

-Kuhwaaaaa!!

It is pure magical energy, not divine magic, as it is not mixed with divine power.

If my spiritual power was the pitch black night of the New Year's Eve, then my magic energy was pitch black, swallowing up any impurities.

It is fierce and rough, and is the most ferocious energy that can quickly engulf the user if they are not careful.

That was Magi.

I have already become proficient in using my spiritual power to the extent that I can use it, so now it is time to master the magical energy of the magic attack that I have started to learn again instead of the martial arts heart attack.

The designated target was Hercules, who seemed to be about to awaken his divine powers.

"Sura Station Cheongong (修羅逆天工)"

Just by saying that name, the demon energy in my entire body boiled over and tried to devour me.

The most powerful Demon Head in the history of the Demonic Cult, said to have dared to surpass the level of a Heavenly Demon through his single-minded study in the past.

The leader of the Twelve God Demons who gathered together twelve Demon Heads to create a demonic realm of the three kingdoms that even King Yeomra could not overcome.

The true demon, Suramazon (修羅魔尊).

Among the twelve divine demons with distinct personalities, the worst teacher, who was uniquely strong and uniquely ferocious, was still a huge wall to me, and even though he had reached the level of a heavenly demon, he was the strongest of the strong that I could not help but respect.

However, this damn world of mythology is what made me bring out the evil spirit of evil and evil.

- Cuguagagagaga!

Beyond the pitch-black field of vision, I could clearly see Hercules rushing across the water, driving a huge tidal wave.

He was, after all, a great hero who would later achieve a fierce and powerful new career of strength and heroism.

Even I was still trembling and even scared as I ran toward the reverse sky, but I couldn't find a single trace of fear in those eyes.

I wonder if that's your full strength, and you just burn up your fighting spirit to face it once and for all.

In that case, I also had an obligation to accept this head on.

Isn't it Asura's duty to deal with heroes since ancient times?

At this, I also smiled in satisfaction and slowly released the demon energy that was wrapped around my body.

"A huge wave."

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