The thunderbolt.
If Athena’s Aegis shield was the unbreakable defense of Greek mythology, capable of withstanding anything, then the king of the gods, Zeus’ thunderbolt was its counterpart—the sharpest spear in all myth.
It was the weapon that had defeated his father, Cronus, the second-generation king of the gods.
And it was the only thing Typhon truly feared.
In fact, in one myth, in order to fight against thunder, Typhon did not hesitate to put on women's ...
“Heracles, it’s time to go.”
Onboard the Argo, Hermes, dressed in casual attire, wearing a feathered cap, and sporting his signature cheerful, squinting smile,arrived amidst the chaos.
The sun had crashed into Mount Olympus, the Calamity Dragon Typhon had emerged, and the cataclysmic divine war had begun.
Hermes approached Heracles, who stood among the crew.
Two events in Heracles’ mythology stood out the most:
The first one was the Twelve Labors, wh...
At that moment, the skies above Greece seemed to ignite in flames.
Seeing the sun flying towards the holy Mount Olympus with unstoppable momentum and rushing towards the realm of the ancient Greek gods, it was not just the sun god Helios who could not believe their eyes.
Even the God of Craftsmen and the Goddess of Beauty, who stood with Promise watching the scene unfold, widened their eyes in stunned disbelief.
“This… this can’t be happening…”
The sun go...
Helios paused, staring at Promise in front of him, who seemed completely unaffected and calm, as though nothing extraordinary had happened.
The sight amused him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at himself.
Of course.
The person before him was someone he had witnessed accomplish countless feats that had shocked the gods.
How could someone like that be intimidated by such a trivial thing?
With this in mind, Helios suddenly asked Promise, “Child, do you...
At sunrise, the mythology’s day and night alternated above the sky.
Just as Helios, the Sun God, resembling a middle-aged man, watched Promise grab the reins of Pegasus and control the night with surprise, he had yet to fully react to what was happening, when..
Nyx, the Goddess of Night, nodded to Helios coldly as a greeting before turning her gaze to Promise.
Her expression softened as she said, “Child, wait a moment. She should be here soon.”
She?
W...
Nyx's eyes sparkled with delight at Promise's immediate response.
"You truly mean it? You’re willing to do anything for me?"
As she spoke, she leaned in closer, narrowing the space between them in the chariot.
The faint, soothing scent that clung to her enveloped Promise.
Feeling a bit awkward, the latter instinctively leaned back slightly.
Noticing his reaction, Nyx couldn’t help but chuckle and gave his cheek another playful pinch.
Well..unlike...
Atalanta’s voice rang out, halting Promise in his tracks as her bright green eyes locked onto him, unwavering.
"Is there... nothing you want to say to me?"
Atalanta’s question made Promise pause, his face showing genuine confusion as he turned to her and tilted his head, asking in confusion.
"Is there something I should say to you?"
The heroes also looked at Atalanta in confusion, wondering why she said such a thing.
However, Atalanta ignored the others,...
When the sun god Helios spoke those words, even though they had somewhat anticipated his thoughts, Hestia and Promise himself couldn’t help but feel surprised.
"Are you sure?" Hestia asked, unable to resist pointing at Promise as if emphasizing how delicate and frail he seemed.
"Wouldn’t Heracles be a better choice?"
"I don’t trust him for this," Helios replied firmly, shaking his head before looking at Hestia seriously.
"And it’s not just anyone who can dr...
Colchis
Beside the Argo, in the woods near the shore, the noonday sun cast long shadows on the ground.
Today, Hestia, draped in vibrant red, stood before Promise. As one of the three great virgin goddesses and the eldest among the gods, she looked as radiant as she was aggrieved.
Pouting, her expression was filled with dissatisfaction as she stared at Promise.
"Promise, tell me, are you brushing me off?"
"I would never, beautiful goddess Hestia," Promise rep...
The goddess of fate, Clotho, who weaves the threads of the future, was quietly observing a fragment of what is to come.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes was one she had gazed upon countless times, waiting patiently for its arrival.
It was Promise’s fate—his final chapter.
How could one describe such a vision?
To Clotho, it was akin to a near-perfect answer sheet.
The earth was ablaze.
Or rather, the entire ancient Greek world was engulfed ...
Afterward, everything proceeded smoothly.
The negotiations were peaceful. Although a bit reluctant, Atropos, the eldest of the Fates, came to the Kingdom of Colchis from the Temple of Fate.
She wasn’t the only one.
On that day, Queen Persephone of the Underworld also arrived.
In such circumstances, it was no surprise that Promise successfully obtained the Golden Fleece and, in doing so, altered the fates of many in one full sweep.
Medea remained the adorable ...
"That's a nice thought."
Athena’s immediate reply drew a ripple of light laughter from the gods present.
After that brief moment of levity, the gathering fell silent as all eyes turned toward Promise, awaiting his answer.
To be honest, thinking about it carefully, this wasn’t an earth-shattering matter for everyone involved..well, though for goddesses like Hera, it was of immense significance.
This was precisely why many gods viewed it with the detached amuseme...
How naive I’ve been, truly too naive .
How could I have ever trusted Athena and believed she wouldn’t stir up trouble?
If she didn’t cause chaos, could she even still be called Athena?
Looking at the flawless goddess before him, smiling serenely, Promise heaved a sigh.
Thinking back on past experiences, he realized he really hadn’t learned his lesson.
Or maybe it wasn’t about lessons at all.
Perhaps, because it was Athena, deep down in his ...
Oh well...
"That was quick."
Hecate, who had just disappeared moments ago, suddenly stepped out from the underworld.
Her beautiful red eyes fixed on Promise, whose face was frozen in shock, with terror clearly written in his gaze.
Looking at the boy, Hecate immediately burst into wild laughter, utterly unrestrained.
Come on, laugh..Promise, laugh! Why aren't you laughing anymore?
What's the matter, is there something bothering you?!
"Exactly!...
After some time had passed, the sun was finally urged to set by the arrival of the night.
Its descent marked not only the end of the day but also the conclusion of Promise’s battle with Ares and the long and arduous journey for the Golden Fleece.
As calm returned to the land under the moonlight, Promise felt the divine power within him begin to fade, and his gaze towards the goddess Hecate became more and more fiery.
“What’s with that look?”
Hecate, who had no...
Then Hecate, holding the staff, suddenly shrank rapidly and turned into the size of a goblin, sitting steadily on Promise' shoulder as she raised her hand and glared at Ares, who was confused by this series of events, in the distance and spoke.
"Go ahead, beat him up!"
..Oh, no, it was Athena and Promise who provoked you, why are you taking it out on me!
Well...this would have been the reaction of a normal person, if he faced such situation...
A normal person would...
Promise now carried the divine powers and authorities of five Olympian gods.
Therefore, at this moment, the world in front of him seemed impossibly clear.
His body felt like an active volcano that could erupt at any time, containing power so immense it could destroy worlds with the slightest movement.
And so, before his eyes, Ares, the god of war, who once felt untouchable, like a mountain of might among the twelve Olympians which could not be reached, at this moment, fe...
"What are you planning, Athena?"
Apollo, the god of light, frowned at Athena, his protective instincts kicking in as he spoke.
"Are you seriously suggesting that Promise should fight Ares?"
Come to think about it, Apollo had always been protective of Promise, looking after the boy, acting almost like an older brother to him.
If only his protective gaze felt like a big brother’s love instead of… whatever this is, maybe he would really be moved, instead of being a...
The originally clear sky was covered by thick dark clouds.
The gods were immediately thrown into turmoil.
Even Zeus, who had been indulging in an illicit midday affair in some mortal palace, froze in shock and looked toward the disturbance.
But then…
A butterfly of the Underworld that came to the abyss at some unknown time and flapped its wings in the abyss landed on the shoulder of Typhon, the ancestor of all demons.
With its arrival, everything fractured...
Even Promise, who had seen his fair share of oddities, was momentarily at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, the green-haired nymph was quick to act—probably from experience.
As the dragon rose, grumbling incessantly and spraying spit everywhere, she immediately used her power to grow plants into a natural barrier to shield against the saliva.
The moment the dragon’s spit touched the plant barrier, it corroded it instantly.
"Be careful!"
The nymph yelled at t...
Unbeknownst to many, dawn had arrived.
The goddess of the night, Nyx, reluctantly retreated to the Underworld, urged on by the sun god.
Meanwhile, Promise had finally reached the sacred grove of Ares, the god of war.
His next task was to confront the sleepless, venomous dragon that guarded the Golden Fleece, completing the final trial of his journey.
In fact, facing mythical monsters and achieving victory wasn’t new to Promise.
"Weak~ Sister Otome, you're so weak~"
After returning home and closing the door, Sasaki had just changed his shoes when he heard Rinka shouting in the living room, accompanied by the frantic sound of game controller buttons being pressed.
Following the sound, Sasaki tiptoed toward the living room, made a 'hush' gesture toward Koharu, who was cooking and had glanced in his direction, then spoke to Rinka, who was completely engrossed in her game:
"Rinka, you're playing game...
"Your story needs to be told at a faster pace. If it’s too long and the pace is too slow, no one will want to read it."
"And there's also the core of the story—the passion!
The thrilling essence cannot be lost; it must remain tightly linked together."
"Hmm, and the description of the environment—the environment should be described simply and vividly. Focus on the mountains, hills, and so on. It doesn’t need to be overly gentle or delicate."
"Okay!"
Sasa...
The divine bulls roared and raged as they were put back to work, their flaming bodies overturning the earth.
Jason’s screams echoed in the background, while the others—somehow finding the scene amusing as they followed behind to watch the fun, collecting the unearthed dragon teeth—.
"Somehow, everything always turns into chaos when you’re around," Atalanta, the beautiful huntress in her green attire, said as she approached Promise, bathing in moonlight.
"So, as expected, Teacher Chiron couldn’t stop you, huh?”
As the silver meteor descended from the stars in the night sky, illuminating the ground and bringing a brief calm to the chaotic night, the dragon-tooth warriors were momentarily destroyed by its phantasmal power.
Jason couldn’t help but remark as he gazed at the young man sitting on the pegasus, whose bright emerald eyes sparkled like stars.
Then, with a smug, prideful expression, he turned...
Her breath hitched as his cock head poked her cunt, moving, slowing, almost deliberate, as he let his hand glide down to her waist. “Pacing is everything,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him, pressing him closer, “Even in the climax, it has to build naturally… or the story will lose its tension.”
Sasaki nodded, then with a thrust, forcibly pushed open her saturated lips, and shoved his cock deep into her hot, narrow vagina,
The moment, he went in, he clearly f...
But Night was already content!
After all, this was Rome, not Greece.
This was no longer an era where the gods could freely walk among mortals.
To find any heroic martial arts that survived intact into this age was remarkable, let alone to learn the divine techniques of ancient heroes.
No need to be too greedy—
After Night had achieved a basic mastery of his new martial skills—enough to wield them effectively on the battlefield, he began assembling his ar...
The Senate had already split into two factions, locked in intense conflict, leaving them no time to meddle in the new reforms.
Soon, each reform bill began proceeding as scheduled.
However, even though the Senate no longer interfering, progress was still slow, as people needed time to accept and adapt to the changes.
The land reforms, which concerned the public most, proved to be the most challenging yet moved forward at the fastest pace.
To stabilize Rome swiftl...
Fortunately, Night didn't have only one path to a good life.
He also had the simulated universe—!!
As long as he stayed cautious and his individual strength eventually grew to ignore national and global threats, even if he was alone, no one in this era could restrict his freedom.
Think of the world-famous 'Demon King,' a god-slayer who could form an army and a nation on his own, no country in the world would dare speak loudly to him, and when he descended, everyone woul...
"Hmm… would this count as cheating?"
In the clouds above the outskirts of Colchis, Ares, clad in armor with his fiery red hair cascading, stood looking somewhat bewildered.
Below, Heracles, the giant stag Actaeon, and the others were already seated atop the two sun-born bulls, pulling their horns as they began plowing the field.
Poisonous dragon teeth were scattered into the furrows.
By nightfall, these would grow into soldiers born of the earth.
Ares'...