Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering the Greek Goddesses from the Start! Chapter 16

"What a real and steadfast existence this man is, precisely because of that, I fell in love at first sight."

"If it wasn't for this moment, if there were other opportunities, perhaps I would have liked you. I'm sorry."

Moran concluded with an apology.

He sailed away into the distance.

What spread in the depths of her heart was anger.

After being rejected by this man, there should only be hatred left.

"But why... do I feel happy... No, no! That guy is just a hateful scoundrel!"

Artemis clenched her fists, puffing out her cheeks.

As if trying to reignite that anger.

The two emotions, like and dislike, clashed in her heart, a contradiction she had never experienced before.

Hating Moran, liking Moran.

Liking him for his steadfastness in upholding himself.

Hating him for choosing to leave after rejecting her.

When she heard Moran's rejection, she was so angry she wanted to crush everything around her into dust.

"Hmph! What is this! Even though he has me, he's still trying so hard for other women! Darling, you're too much of a playboy!

Grumble... I should have taught you a lesson with a planet-destroying cannon!"

Artemis still held a childish temper.

Even the Machine God's main body, located in outer space, gathered magic several times, locking onto Moran on the sea.

But every time she saw his handsome face.

She would remember that he didn't dislike her.

"Ugh! I'm so mad! What is going on... Idiot, idiot! Idiot Moran! Go manage other women if you want! The line of people who want to see me fills Olympus! I don't care about you anymore! Hmph!"

Artemis puffed out her cheeks and threw a stone.

Ultimately, she chose to forget this unusual outing.

The complex emotions tangled in her heart were unclear.

She didn't want to dwell on this strange feeling, only wishing to revert to the cold Machine God with the system at its core.

Perhaps, that way, she could feel better.

She no longer wanted to bother with humans.

[This moon goddess is throwing a childish tantrum]

[This is her first encounter with such an unknown emotion, so her current behavior is not ideal]

[Everything must start from scratch]

[You sail your small boat towards the Invisible Island, with several beautiful figures flashing through your mind, you are somewhat agitated]

[Finally, only one figure remains in your heart]

[You are therefore single-minded]

[You have reached the sea area where the Invisible Island is located]

[The changes in the sea area are too obvious]

[The sky is red, a red without a single crack. The space eroded by magic is as viscous as blood.]

[In the high sky, a giant shadow that tramples common sense hovers.]

[It is the soaring Caucasian Eagle]

[The sky seems to have become the domain of this demonic beast, and large areas of the sea are occupied by the water monster Scylla]

[This is a magic mirror that does not allow humans to enter]

[Strangely, you, who were originally on guard against these demonic creatures, discovered that they seem to have no hostility towards you]

[A bad premonition surfaces in your heart]

[You speed up your boat and land on the Invisible Island. Upon landing, you first search for the sisters' whereabouts]

[Fortunately, your search did not take long]

[You found Stheno and Euryale in a mountain forest. They were very surprised to see you return to the island]

"Returning to the island at this time, Moran, you've come at a terrible time. There's still a chance to leave."

"Can I abandon you? Don't tell me you're thinking of letting Medusa become demonic and then sacrificing yourselves along with Euryale? I won't let that happen."

Moran had long seen through Stheno's concern hidden behind her sharp words.

She didn't want him to get involved in this mess.

"Honestly! You really don't listen to advice at all! Medusa has gone that far... you don't need to..."

Euryale wore a sad expression.

She and Stheno had long been prepared to accompany Medusa to the very end.

However, Moran was different to them.

Moran was originally someone who drifted from outside the island, and there was no need for him to get involved in the Gorgon Sisters' tragedy.

Therefore, Stheno and Euryale.

They both wanted to send Moran away.

The fundamental reason was that they didn't want Moran to take any risks.

"You two..."

Just as Moran was about to say something.

A tremor, like an earthquake, spread through the entire island.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze towards the outside of the cave entrance.

"Stheno, Euryale, you two hurry to the coast. As for Medusa... I'll handle her!"

Moran turned around and said resolutely.

How could he possibly let his two older sisters be devoured?

He had strived to become a hero precisely to prevent tragedies, and he absolutely could not let this tragedy repeat itself.

Gazing at the majestic figure clad in armor.

Stheno and Euryale were both stunned for a few seconds.

The child they had watched grow up, now a hero that even goddesses would admire.

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Chapter 20: Are You Going to Abandon Your Heroic Duty? [Seeking Collections! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Moran, are you going to hunt Medusa?"

"..."

Moran couldn't respond to Stheno.

This was the situation he least wanted to see.

You don't even have the leeway to turn your head and look at Stheno

[You quickly rush towards the source of the earthquake]

[Amidst the ruins and rubble of the temple, you glimpse a colossal figure, as large as a mountain, radiating a demonic aura]

[She is vastly different from the image you remember]

[Various forms of pent-up hatred fill the depths of the shadow that is about to reach its limit, emitting an ominous hiss that seems to curse anyone who hears it, making any hero tremble before her]

[And this is the Medusa of today]

"Gulp—!"

[Her beautiful and dignified face contorts]

[Within it, you can see pain that pierces to the bone, and waves of curses are constantly overflowing]

[Her upper body has transformed into a winding, colossal snake's body]

[The bloody scent has almost become tangible]

[These are the marks of the dead, their faces gouged out, their arms crushed, their abdomens torn open]

[Ravaged to an extent far beyond necessity]

[Tens of thousands of corpses are piled up in the abandoned temple; they are humans who came to hunt the Gorgon but were killed in return]

"You! Also! Came to kill—!?"

Medusa slightly lifted her blood-stained face.

Her eyes, vaguely visible between her purple hair.

Were the Saronian Eyes piercing the darkness.

Within them, a fierce, burning red, like a raging fire, contained hatred and madness.

"Medusa, don't you even remember me..."

Moran said with gritted teeth and regret.

The object of his anger was himself.

[Despite all calculations, you were still a step too late]

"Even though the process of demonization isn't something anyone can control, you cannot escape this inner pain."

"Gazing at the woman you loved and spent your days with..."

"To have fallen and transformed into such an evil god..."

"Any man would feel heartbroken, and yet you still wish to save Medusa like this."

"Ahhhh—!!"

An ominous radiance emanated from Medusa's eyes.

This was a precursor symbolizing stagnation.

Moran met Medusa's gaze with the same intensity, the light within his purple eyes continuously condensing.

Both possessed the Petrifying Magic Eye.

Two beams of black light, tearing through the atmosphere, clashed fiercely.

The might of their magic eyes canceled each other out.

"Die! Die! Just die!"

Medusa was now dominated by her demonic nature.

She was a monster, no different from a calamity.

Her purple, snake-like eyes, fierce as a demon's, suddenly fixed on Moran.

If this had happened when they were on the Argo...

Such a monster would have only faced extermination.

Now, Moran, having become a hero, had no choice but to point his blade at the woman he once deeply loved.

"You and Medusa are locked in a deadly struggle."