The Wicked Warrior in Greek Mythology

[Previously]

"Don't get in my way, brat... go away!"

Magsarion is not like everyone else. Perhaps this could also be considered a form of contempt.

At the same time, a sharp whistle of the wind can be heard. Magsarion turns to the boy with a side strike, and the tip of his sword lands right in front of him, making him stumble and fall onto his backside.

"I just can't understand you. Can't you do anything other than get in the way?"

His words are filled with unmistakable disgust. Without moving his blade aside, he tilts his head slightly. As if he were looking at an unknown animal before him, rather than a child who admires him.

But despite the implied threat, Theseus didn't care. He remembered the story that Master Chiron had entrusted to his younger disciples.

The tale of a young warrior who continued to wield his sword even in the midst of absolute despair, giving them the courage to rise again, even through grueling training and bone-deep exhaustion.

Whatever Magsarion's intentions, the truth was that his way of life brought light to people, even if he despised it.

"I-I..." The young boy trembled, his heart racing, seeking nothing but escape. But paradoxically, he felt exhilarated before the wicked-looking hero.

"Go. Away."

The short but venomous words were enough to make Theseus run as if the hounds of Hades were chasing him.

All the while, under Magsarion's sinister gaze.

Despite the near-death experience, the child had not given up on his newfound ideal. In reality, his determination had only deepened.

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Meanwhile, on Olympus, a certain goddess of wisdom, who currently possessed a slender yet curvaceous body, with long golden hair tied in a tight bun and slightly vacant green eyes, was attentively watching the last battle of her half-mortal younger brother Alcides... but instead, her attention was drawn to the sinister knight who faced him.

"Hmm... a black knight?... That description... fits one of Chiron's students... Could he be the hero of the prophecy?... Let's see... my awaited hero!"

The goddess proclaimed, unknowingly sealing the cursed fate of the hero who had crossed her path.

[Currently]

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In the skies, atop Mount Olympus, the gods were arguing, as always.

Three in particular:

"I still DEMAND that I claim this kingdom! After all, this realm clearly values knowledge and art more than your MILITARISM and FEROCITY, dear brother!"

A goddess grumbled with clear irritation in her voice. She had pale skin and emerald-green eyes, with blonde hair tied in a bun, wearing a noble red military dress. She was none other than Athena.

In front of her, a tall man with bronze skin and blood-red hair was equally irritated:

"Oh! My dear SISTER, in case you have forgotten, the king of this kingdom was a clear WARRIOR in blood! He and his people would clearly prefer the blessings of war! Especially with this new mission of theirs against that monster!"

This was the brutal Ares, gripping the armrest of his throne in frustration at losing something to Athena.

As their argument continued, the other five members of the Twelve Olympians looked on in boredom.

Not that they didn't want a stake in the matter, but competing with the two arrogant gods of war was a lost battle.

Even more so with only four of the Twelve Olympians present.

Zeus was probably off abducting and/or impregnating some mortal.

Hera was having rage fits in her temple.

Dionysus was at some Bacchic feast in his honor.

Hermes was busy with his work as a messenger and guide of souls to the Underworld.

And Demeter was enjoying her time with Persephone.

As for Hephaestus... no one really cared what he was doing unless they needed weapons or gifts.

And Poseidon was in his realm, grumbling as always.

In the end, it was left to:

Aphrodite, Apollo, and Artemis to deal with the irritating gods.

"Ugh, don't they EVER shut up?"

The silver-haired moon goddess growled, gripping her bow tightly.

Artemis had long bluish-gray hair and pale skin, with a curvaceous figure. She wore a very short black dress and a dark visor.

"Tch... don't even mention it. I could be enjoying my day, but instead, I have to babysit these two."

Apollo grumbled in agreement with his twin. He had dark skin and curly golden hair.

The Hall of the Twelve still echoed with the routine argument of two gods who never seemed to tire of fighting.

"I demand that this kingdom be under my protection!" Athena huffed, adjusting her golden bun with irritation. "There's no reason to leave them in the hands of a brute like you."

"Ha! These people respect war! They don't want books or speeches; they want blood, glory, and victories!" Ares retorted, crossing his muscular arms.

The clash between the two continued, as always, with no sign of resolution.

Artemis, letting out a groan that echoed through the hall, rolled her eyes and rested her chin on her hand.

"Why do they always do this?" she murmured, tightening her grip on her bow. "Does every damn kingdom have to turn into a dispute?"

Apollo, beside her, lazily leaned against his throne, spinning an arrow between his fingers.

"Because they have nothing better to do than fight like roosters in a pit." He sighed, casting a quick glance at Aphrodite, who watched everything with a mysterious smile. "And you? Just going to watch?"

Aphrodite let out a soft laugh and stretched her arms, as if bored.

"It's always fun to see who explodes first." She leaned back, running her fingers through her long golden hair. "But honestly, why worry so much? In the end, isn't it the kingdom that chooses its patron god through the votes?"

Apollo smirked.

"If it were up to those two, they'd end up splitting the place in half."

Artemis mumbled something inaudible and pulled her visor down a little more, determined to ignore the rest of the argument.

Meanwhile, Athena and Ares continued their verbal battle, each trying to convince the other with arguments that, deep down, both already knew would have no effect.

It was just another ordinary day on Olympus.

With delicate steps, Aphrodite left her throne to depart.

An action that did not go unnoticed by Apollo.

"Hey? Dite, where are you going?"

The sly goddess smiled before playfully replying with a wave—

"Just looking for some fun, dear Apollo~"

And with that, the goddess left.

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Walking toward her temple and home, she sighed, feeling once again a certain boredom creeping into her mind.

She was the Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sex.

Her job was to make everyone fall in love and engage in relationships, including herself. As the goddess of love, no one could love more than she did—be it pure love or raw and wild passion.

However, she was still bored. She would go somewhere, sleep with a mortal, then move to another place and be with a god.

But things had become... dull. Since their last big fight, everything had been boring.

She needed... entertainment...

Finally reaching her temple, the goddess unceremoniously opened her gates and immediately teleported to her enormous chamber. She saw her servants and concubines already crawling toward her. But with a simple wave of her hand, she shooed them away from her bed and settled in. She needed something more... fun.

She picked up a mirror, framed in gold and adorned with small crystal jewels. Something beautiful, yet resembling a simple mirror.

Something it was NOT—this was Ojessed, an ancient gift from her husband.

With the magical mirror, she observed the mortal world, until her vision settled on something... peculiar.

A dark, bloody knight, slashing through the air and earth with beastly violence.

"What... kind of man is this?"

And nearby, a young boy, no more than ten, watching the wicked warrior with admiration.

"Maybe... a little more 'love' will help! Hehehe~"

Little did the goddess know, she was only causing chaos. Not that she would care.

After all, what was love if not madness?