Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

[Option 1: Do not help Atalanta with her troubles. Your mind remains preoccupied with the Gorgon sisters on the Invisible Island.]

[Option 2: Help Atalanta. After all, how could you refuse when such a breathtaking huntress is looking at you with such distress?]

Moran's lips twitched.

Was he really the type to be swayed by beauty?!

[You look into Atalanta's gem-like green eyes and take in her well-toned, graceful figure.]

[Her waistline is elegantly curved, exuding an undeniable femininity.]

[Compared to the ordinary women of Lemnos who fawned over the heroes, the difference was as vast as a firefly to the moon.]

[Truly incomparable.]

[Since your journey began, only the three Gorgon sisters have possessed beauty equal to hers.]

[You are moved.]

The simulator showed no mercy, exposing his thoughts without hesitation.

And frankly, it was absolutely right.

"Moran? Is something wrong?"

Atalanta blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering.

She crossed her arms, looking slightly puzzled.

"Ahem, nothing… I just understand now why people find you so captivating… The effect is… quite powerful."

"Powerful? I'm confident in my abilities, but I wouldn't say it's that exaggerated."

Atalanta still didn't quite understand.

Having grown up in the wild, she was unfamiliar with human courtship.

Though she understood why animals mated, romance among people was entirely beyond her comprehension.

She assumed Moran was talking about her strength, completely unaware of her own immense allure.

"Back to the point—if you're troubled by constant suitors, why not hear my suggestion?"

"Oh? I'm listening."

"Alright, here's the plan—"

Moran laid out his idea.

Though he couldn't deny being attracted to Atalanta, he understood she wasn't seeking romance.

Besides, as a devout follower of Artemis, she had sworn to remain a virgin forever.

Forcing anything upon her wasn't Moran's style. Instead, he decided to offer her a helping hand.

"So, you're suggesting that we pretend to be a couple to ward off pursuers?"

"Exactly. It's a simple and effective way to solve your problem. Or do you have concerns about your reputation?"

"Not at all. I rarely interact with others, so my reputation means little to me. But… this deal seems unfair to you. You gain nothing from it."

Atalanta looked genuinely puzzled.

She was used to men chasing her with desperation—like wild beasts in heat.

She never considered herself especially attractive, just that men were inherently unable to control their instincts.

Though she found it incredibly irritating, she had always accepted it as an unchangeable truth.

"I don't mind. If you feel indebted, just remember this favor and help me out in the future when I need it."

Moran's perspective differed greatly from that of the Greeks.

In their society, if a woman became a man's partner, she was considered his.

A relationship without physical consummation was practically unheard of—

Like having a feast laid before you and refusing to eat.

"Moran… You're a strange man. Unlike any I've ever met before."

"Was that… a compliment?"

"Heh. Let's go with that. Very well, Moran—I'll remember this favor."

Atalanta smiled—a rare, breathtaking sight.

For the first time, she didn't feel repulsed by a man.

Perhaps, with him, she could enjoy this journey.

[And so, Atalanta joined the Argo.]

[When the other heroes learned of your "relationship," they were left utterly speechless.]

[The ship was soon filled with cries of despair.]

"Moran, you bastard! How did you move so fast?!"

"Damn it! This is unfair!"

[One after another, their wails echoed across the ship.]

Atalanta simply watched, her expression unreadable.

[A joyful smile appeared on her face.]

[At the same time, in the end, she left you with a beautiful smile—one that seemed to carry emotions beyond mere friendship.]

[The Argo continued its journey toward Colchis.]

[Along the way, you encountered countless hardships.]

[You defeated the Sirens and struck down the Harpies.]

[On the coast of Virginia, you faced the six-armed giants, Geryon, whose three heads and towering bodies loomed like mountains.]

[You were the first to swiftly and cleanly behead one of the giants.]

[Orpheus played his lyre, causing the giants to fall into a trance; Heracles effortlessly shot through them with his bow, while Atalanta blinded them with her arrows.]

[Geryon could not stop your advance.]

[After bringing down the Geryon giants, you decided to rest by the shore. The exhausted yet victorious heroes, now famished, turned their gazes toward you.]

[For all their bravery and strength, the mighty heroes had one flaw—none of them knew how to cook. But your years of caring for a goddess had honed your culinary skills to perfection, and soon, you had conquered the stomachs of all these legendary warriors.]

[After tasting your food, even the usually stern-faced Heracles gave you a satisfied smile.]

"Wow! Incredible! Absolutely incredible! I'm so full I can't eat another bite! This level of deliciousness must be something only the gods can enjoy!"

"Moran! You truly are my most dashing and capable brother!"

Jason gave Moran a thumbs-up.

His smug expression seemed to say, "You all should be grateful to me for this feast!"

[Atalanta shot Jason a disdainful glare.]

[Peleus turned his head away in silent exasperation.]

[Meanwhile, Heracles held out his bowl, asking for more.]

[Clearly, the captain of the Argo held no real authority when it came to matters of food—everyone knew who deserved the credit for this feast.]