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

"Guh-uh--!!"

Moran was no different.

The bones in his body creaked, as if they might snap at any moment.

"This... pressure...!"

"...My loyalty is only to my Emperor... How could I... How could I... bow to the foreign god who hunts us... Guh--!!"

"The Great God's pressure... is this much...!"

[The Pellasgi soldiers on the battlefield all knelt down]

[Even with their iron will]

[They were no match for this Great God's power; absolute Divine Authority is the embodiment of omnipotence]

[Finally, even Medea and Atalanta couldn't endure]

[The two of them could only kneel to Zeus]

[Even more despair-inducing, Medusa was unable to intervene against Zeus's oppressive authority]

[Medusa could only support her suppressed people]

[Moran was the only one left standing]

[As if sensing that too much time had passed, a hint of displeasure appeared in Zeus's eyes]

"Kneel!"

[Zeus roared again]

[This was not mere divine pressure]

[But the far more crude and overbearing power of a Machine God]

"Damn it... you Great God... They say you're merciful... but in these strange matters... you're particularly petty...!"

[Your body was bent into a bow shape]

[Even at this point, you were still resisting]

[As the King of the Pellasgi]

[Tens of thousands of your people watched your back]

[You understood that if even you knelt to Zeus, your initial defiance against the gods would be in vain]

[You can kneel to anyone, but not to Him]

Just as Moran's knees were about to touch the ground, a radiance flickered in his dim purple eyes.

His movement to kneel immediately stopped.

"...Heh, I see."

Zeus's displeased expression melted away.

It was as if he had witnessed a magnificent sight.

The pressure immediately lifted from everyone.

Looking at Moran, he was still in his bent posture.

"You old bastard! What? Not continuing?"

Moran cursed without restraint.

His knees had already turned into hard stone.

Since he couldn't resist the pressure of the Great God.

He made himself unable to kneel.

This was Moran's answer.

"Hmph, mere parlor tricks. If I truly wanted you to kneel, I'd have hundreds or thousands of ways..."

[Zeus's words were not false]

[This pressure was the gravity authority of the divine artifact Chronos Crown; its ionic baptism was an unbearable poison to humans]

[It is not shameful to kneel to it]

"However, is this fate? I can see the colors of my father, the Titans, shrouding your wife. They are my former kin, whom I once dealt with. Is this not a kind of fate?"

Zeus's gaze shifted to the two women.

[The Titan fleet once operated in Greece]

[Even now, traces of them remain in Greece]

[Medea's teacher was Hecate, and Atalanta's ancestor was Oceanus]

[Both of these were Titans]

[The Titan fleet was eliminated by Olympus long ago]

The Titans who now survive throughout Greece have already lost their physical bodies, reduced to even weaker Conceptual Gods than Machine Gods. As the elder generation, they endure humiliation and survive under the rule of Olympus.

"However, the one who captures my attention the most is you. King of the Pellasgi, the hero who defeated my Olympian subjects. The Almighty Zeus asks, why do you refuse to yield to us?"

"What else could it be! It's the same as I said before. Under the rule of your Greek Machine Gods, my people have no future. We are not lambs raised in a greenhouse! Therefore, to gain our happiness, we will naturally choose to defy you and raise the banner of rebellion!"

Moran removed the petrification from his knees.

He straightened his back and met Zeus's gaze.

Just as he had done when answering Hephaestus earlier, he conveyed the reason for his resistance to the Almighty God.

The others tried to rise from the ground.

"Hahahaha! You challenged us to rebellion with such a resilient heart? It makes one want to praise you; it's very much in line with human nature. But how can you assert that humanity has no future? Such claims are mere fallacies."

Zeus laughed, and a tremor spread.

Once again, those who had tried to stand were forced to their knees.

The mere aftermath of his laughter possessed such terrifying power, a fact that even he himself hadn't noticed.

"I know of your conversation with Hephaestus. In our Age of Gods, when Divine Authority reigned, the gods guided everything, and the gods decided everything.

Humans do not need to pioneer the light to dispel the darkness of ignorance. Because you always live with different desires and troubles, your bodies are so small and fragile—

Tell me, King of the Pellasgi, Progenitor of All Demons, human hero named Moran! How do you expect me, the Almighty Zeus, to believe your words!"

Zeus's booming voice was like descending thunder.

Lightning bolts, like a torrential downpour, continuously rained down from the sky.

Chapter 52: The Unyielding King, The Dazzling Hero [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"I don't need your belief. From the very beginning, we never expected to gain your permission. Almighty Zeus, we never intended to worship you from the start."

Moran gave Zeus no face at all.

His answer was entirely accurate.

"Ha, ha, hahahaha! Indeed! You do not worship my Olympian subjects and do not need my approval, but that doesn't stop me from confirming it, does it? Let me see what heights a human named hero can reach!"

Zeus couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He wasn't angered by Moran's words; an eagerness to test him was contained within, not outwardly displayed.

"This straightforwardness, this dazzling brilliance—how should I describe it? Let me witness it here personally!"

The lightning that filled the sky seemed to gain life.

It roared and slammed into the sea.

"Medusa! Protect everyone!"

Moran immediately raised the Golden Sword to block the lightning.

On the other side, Medusa spread her golden wings to release a shield.

This was a trial aimed at Moran.

Medusa would bear the brunt of the lightning's aftershocks; her current responsibility was to protect the Pellasgi.

As for Moran, the King.

He was now facing the god alone.

"I am magnanimous, but not a merciful god! I am a god who wields lightning and conquers humanity!"

Zeus's voice echoed through the torrent of lightning.

Each strike fiercely pounded the sea.

A single blow could easily turn a warship into dust, and even Medusa, the Mother Goddess, found it difficult to resist.

[All Pellasgi witnessed the tragic scene]

[Their King was enduring the lightning of the Great God]

[Every time the Golden Sword shattered a bolt of lightning, its blade would instantly shatter. Moran had to shed blood to restore the blade]

[But the lightning was far from over]

[The lightning that the blade couldn't block struck him directly]

[The Golden Sword is the symbol of your kingship]

[Your entire body's Divinity and demonic nature are condensed within it, possessing the ability to grant any being monstrous traits]

[If not for the traits the Golden Sword bestowed upon you, you would have likely been blasted to death on the spot by the lightning]

[Hydra, Cerberus, Siren, Dragon Kind... continuously stacking the immortality of the world's demons beyond your physical limits]

[Even if you could withstand the lightning strikes]

[Overusing the Golden Sword would also damage yourself, killing one thousand to injure eight hundred; this is the only way to resist currently]

[The divine lightning is truly formidable]

[Originally, you could only bear one monstrous trait, but in this life-and-death struggle, you chose to court death to find life]

"Because your beloved is here."

"Because your people are here."

"You cannot afford to lose, even if it means giving everything. You cannot afford to lose, even if it means becoming something less than human."

"Such resilience makes observers sigh."

"Even gods would be moved by it."

"Your people watch this brutal scene with grief and anger, and your beloved weeps tears as well."

"No one wants to rush in and share your burden."

"But you commanded them to survive."

"Your people could only watch as their King bore the Divine Might alone, watching as you were destroyed to the point of losing your human form."

"Not a single one of them looked away."

"This is how their King fought against the gods."

"Any pity or reluctance to watch would defile your will. Your people would never do such a thing."

"The King's bearing will be imprinted upon the hearts of his people."

"They are subjects who can make you hold your head high with pride."

"Even if this Divine Might is powerful enough to control all creation, they will still never bow to this great god."

"Much less obey or fear this great god."

"Why? This lightning alone should have killed you thousands of times over by now. Why can you still stand like this? If this continues, you won't be a King, nor a demon, but merely the ugliest creature in existence!"

Zeus questioned this as he rained down lightning.

However, there was no answer.