"Yes, yes, my goddess."
"Hmph, only a man like you would dare be so perfunctory and disrespectful toward a goddess... Looks like I'll have to keep punishing you~"
"What punishment... Isn't that just something you want unilaterally..."
She gave him no chance to say anything else.
The goddess's tsundere nature and willfulness were completely maxed out.
They cherished their everyday lives more than anyone.
Your feelings had surpassed ordinary familial affection. If possible, the three sisters wanted to live peacefully with you on the island forever.
But the problems that needed to be addressed still remained.
Once again, you faced the choice of whether to leave the island.
This time, you had already formed a plan. Unlike in your first run, you did not choose to leave The Invisible Island.
You chose to remain on the island.
As time passed, by the time you were sixteen, you had become so handsome that anyone who saw you would be entranced.
Your long black hair swayed gently in the sea breeze, your nose was tall and straight, your breathing even, and your thick lashes resembled the wings of black butterflies.
Your cherry-colored lips were soft and carried an amber-like sheen.
Even heroes who came to the island to slay monsters would be left dazed by your peerlessly beautiful face.
Your appearance did not merely captivate visitors.
Your superb martial skill also filled the heroes with shame. Not a single one possessed the strength to defeat you.
You did not kill the heroes who could become friends.
Instead, you chose kindness and mercy as your weapons.
Most heroes were won over by your heroic charisma, and their impression of The Invisible Island changed greatly.
Many heroes left The Invisible Island and returned to their homelands.
They spread tales of what had happened on The Invisible Island, and people thus learned of a hero of unmatched beauty.
A hero who had yet to suffer defeat. Most who fought him ultimately turned from enemies into friends, and all admired him.
Gradually, the rumors surrounding The Invisible Island faded away. People began focusing on this legendary warrior and hero.
"Hah!"
The man raised his sword high and slashed through the air.
Steel collided in midair, scattering blazing sparks.
One of the swords was sent flying into the sky.
This battle once again ended in Moran's victory, and the identity of this latest visitor to the island was anything but ordinary.
"Amazing! You're this strong, so why stay on an island like this?! A heroic warrior like you should be making a name for yourself at my side!"
Jason immediately tried to recruit him.
He was also a hero drawn here by the rumors.
The moment he first saw Moran,
he decisively proposed that they have a good fight.
As a result, he lost without any suspense.
Even Jason himself found it strange.
It was clearly his first time meeting Moran and his first time fighting him.
Yet he kept feeling an odd sense of déjà vu.
It was as though the two had known each other long ago, but he found that feeling too absurd to voice.
He only felt an inexplicable sense of nostalgia.
As though there had once been a friend who departed on a distant journey, someone he had never seen again even after achieving fame and success.
He had conquered the world, yet his closest friend had never witnessed it.
That friend had died right before his victory.
P.S.: The protagonist's previous simulations were similar to Lostbelt-like phenomena, which is why there is a sense of déjà vu.
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Strange, why do I have this impression? I don't think I've become a king yet, and I've never known a friend like this either...
Jason felt the sense of loss in his heart.
He had never encountered such an abnormal situation before.
He simply could not forget that vague feeling.
Noticing Jason's scrutinizing gaze, Moran said seriously, "I know I'm handsome, but don't look at me like that. I'm not into men. The one I like is women."
"Get lost! I like women too!"
"You'd better."
Jason immediately snapped back.
There was nothing unnatural about the two of them bickering like this.
If there had been an observer, they would surely have assumed the two were close friends who had known each other for years.
"Forget this pointless nonsense. I really can't ignore it anymore. Have we met somewhere before?"
Jason finally could not help asking.
The strange feeling in his heart was driving him mad.
If he did not say it aloud, he felt uncomfortable all over.
"If you had met someone like me before, do you think you'd forget?"
"I'd definitely remember! Your face is prettier than a woman's! How could anyone possibly forget it?!"
Jason immediately felt that he had asked a stupid question.
If he really had met Moran before, there was no way he could have forgotten such an encounter.
"Forget it, forget it. This is driving me crazy. Anyway, now that you've fought me, do you have any intention of leaving this island? I guarantee that if you come with me, you'll definitely become an unparalleled great hero in the future! Only I can bring out your talent!"
Jason patted his chest and issued a sincere invitation.
Moran could not help laughing.
During the previous simulation, Jason had also invited everyone aboard the Argo in exactly this way.
"I refuse."
"Huh?! Why?!"
Jason's imposing aura, which had just risen around him,
instantly collapsed like a mountain crumbling.
The reason was simple. Moran looked toward Euryale and Stheno, who were teasing Medusa in the distance.
The focus of this simulation was not on heroes.
Rather, he had chosen this home.
"I believe you'll become a king in the future. Even without my help, you can do it."
"...Huh?"
Jason could not help freezing.
It was the first time he had heard someone say that about him.
As he watched Moran turn and walk away, his words carried complete trust.
There was clearly no basis for it.
Yet it inexplicably made him feel at ease.
At the end of the previous simulation, Moran had learned through information provided by the Simulator that Jason eventually reclaimed his throne.
Not only that, he had not broken his promise.
He spread the tragic story of Moran and Medusa throughout Greece, using it to shatter the rumors once fabricated by the gods.
"What an asshole, another guy who does whatever he wants. Wait, why did I say 'another'?"
Jason shook his head, unable to understand.
Several extremely blurry images flashed through his mind.
Aboard some luxurious ship, he and a group of heroes drank and laughed together. Among them, one hero's figure felt especially familiar.
That image filled him with intense nostalgia.
A warm current could not help rising within his heart.
"Tch, this is getting too strange. If this keeps up, I'll start wondering whether I've been cursed. I should find Asclepius later... He's always had a way with difficult illnesses like this..."
Jason stopped dwelling on that strange feeling.
He turned and headed toward the edge of the island.
Along the way, Jason saw quite a few people on the island.
It was no longer just heroes coming here. Even some ordinary people had come to The Invisible Island because of its reputation.
He had a premonition.
This island would no longer remain ordinary.
The heroes who landed on the island were defeated by you.
Before your supreme martial arts and absolute charm, they acknowledged you as a hero and realized that the Gorgon Sisters were not monsters, but Earth Mother Goddesses older than the Greek gods.
Just as expected, you discovered that as long as Medusa did not kill, the demonic factors within her would not become active.
Gradually, you discovered that heroes were not the only ones visiting the island.
Humans other than heroes came ashore.
They arrived bearing reverence and faith in the three Gorgon goddesses, declaring the identity of their people.
They were the Pelasgians, scattered throughout Greece.
Long before the gods of Olympus descended, they had lived upon this land. The Pelasgians had gods of their own faith, and Medusa was the Earth Mother Goddess they worshipped.
The gods of Olympus descended from beyond the heavens.
The Old Gods of this land had already completely vanished. Even Medusa, the exalted Earth Mother Goddess, had been demoted as her faith faded away.
Without the support of the Old Gods they had once worshipped, the Pelasgian kingdom naturally shattered under the pressure of other peoples protected by the gods of Olympus, and their faith began to be eroded.
But the flame of the Pelasgians had not yet gone out.
Having heard that their Mother Goddess still lived, some Pelasgians chose to reclaim their faith. They did not seek to oppose the gods of Olympus; they merely wanted to recover what they had once possessed.
"Honored emissary! We beg you to tell the Mother Goddess that we are remnants of an old age, people the world cannot tolerate! If she still remembers us Pelasgians and is still willing to grant us mercy, then we wish to remain upon this island where the Mother Goddess resides! Honored emissary, please...!"
The elderly man knelt with his entire body pressed to the ground.
He offered tears and faith of the utmost sincerity.
The old man was not alone. Dozens of members from the same family had followed him, including young men, children, and women.
They possessed Pellasgi blood,
as well as devout faith in Medusa, the Earth Mother Goddess.
Originally, they had lived in a small village that could barely even be called a town, maintaining an old faith regarded as heretical.
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