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

[The usurper Pelias issued the trial to reclaim the Golden Fleece.]

[Strangely, Pelias bore hostility not only toward Jason but also toward you, whom he had never met.]

[To win back his throne, Jason chose to build the Argo and summoned heroes from across the land to gather together.]

[You boarded this ship, the Argo.]

[With Jason as captain and the blessings of the gods, the Argo, laden with heroes, set out on its expedition.]

[And the first stop awaiting the heroes was—]

"Didn't expect quite a few people to fall at the very first hurdle. Guess even heroes can't resist a pretty face..."

Moran couldn't help but mutter in exasperation.

[Your first stop was the island of Lemnos.]

[This was an island of only women.]

[The women of the island offered you gold and land, hoping the heroes would protect them, as they had no fighting ability.]

[The women gazed longingly at you and the heroes who landed.]

[Many heroes, unable to resist beauty, sank into the warm embrace of pleasure. At the critical moment, you remembered the three goddesses of the Invisible Island.]

[You resisted temptation and chose to stay by the Argo.]

Moran had gone into the city, then returned.

It wasn't that the island's women lacked charm, but after spending so much time with the three goddesses on the Invisible Island, Moran—having grown accustomed to fine fare—had a remarkably high resistance to women.

The punishment Stheno and Euryale had once given him.

Had come true in a strange, roundabout way.

[You stayed by the ship with Heracles and others, chatting.]

[Along the way, you noticed someone approaching the Argo. You recognized this huntress at a glance.]

[She was the famed huntress of Arcadia, Atalanta.]

[The many heroes who hadn't been seduced by the island's women and had retreated to the Argo were all captivated by this huntress's beauty.]

["Anyone who wants to court me should first greet my arrows. What I seek is to board this Argo. I wonder which of you is the captain? Could I have a word?"]

Atalanta's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

Her emerald hair, like silk threads, swayed in the sea breeze, and her pitch-black thigh-high stockings tightly hugged her full thighs.

She was like a wild flower stubbornly blooming on a cliff's edge.

Enchanting, yet exceptionally dangerous.

"Jason, that guy's probably not handling things right now. You understand the atmosphere on this island, don't you?"

Moran showed no fear of the huntress's imposing presence.

He stepped forward to face Atalanta.

Lemnos was thick with a languid air, an indescribable pink haze lingering almost everywhere.

Only a few places could be called pure ground.

Could that guy Jason resist this warm embrace?

Absolutely not! No way at all!

"Heh, just as you say. Those heroes, lured by beauty, have sunk to such depths. Man, you're not simple—neither shaken by my looks like the others, nor afraid of my strength..."

Atalanta's expression showed appreciation.

She saw no greed in Moran's eyes.

Compared to the heroes who had immediately pursued her, Moran had earned quite a bit of her goodwill.

"Well, if you want to talk, that's fine. If you want to discuss boarding, talking to me is the same."

"Is that so? Thank you, then."

Moran's strength on the current Argo.

Was among the top ranks.

Long-term consumption of Medusa's blood had granted him both demonic and divine natures, amplified by the skill "Innate Physique."

Ordinary heroes could hardly face Moran head-on in a fight.

Not to mention, he was a martial arts prodigy.

[To discuss boarding matters with you, Atalanta and the two of you went to another beach to talk.]

[Perhaps it was due to her favorable impression.]

[Atalanta confided her worries to you.]

[She intended to board the Argo as a warrior and did not want those heroes to keep pursuing her for romance. Love and affection were not what this huntress needed.]

[You seem to have thought of a good way to solve this problem]

Learning of Atalanta's worried thoughts.

Moran listened and then came up with a solution. A long-unseen two-choice narration surfaced once again.

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Chapter 9: Offering a Plan to Ata, Pretending to Be Partners! [Begging for Flowers! Begging for Monthly Tickets!]

[One: Not helping Atalanta resolve her worries, you'll always have the Gorgon Sisters on the Invisible Island on your mind.

Two: Helping Atalanta resolve her concerns, faced with a stunning huntress showing such a troubled expression, how could you refuse?]

The second option made Moran's mouth twitch.

Was he the kind of person swayed by beauty like this?!

[You gaze at Atalanta's emerald-like beautiful eyes and her slender, agile, tight figure like a cypress tree]

[Her waist curves are full of femininity]

[Compared to the mortal women on the island who flatter heroes, the gap between them is like a firefly versus the bright moon]

[There's simply no comparison]

[In this life simulation of yours, only the Gorgon Sisters' beauty can match hers]

[You're moved]

The Simulator didn't give Moran any face at all, directly exposing him.

It spoke nothing but the truth.

"Moran, what's wrong?"

Atalanta blinked her long lashes.

She crossed her arms, looking slightly puzzled.

"Ahem, nothing. I can understand why you're so attractive... This lethality is really too much..."

"Lethality? I'm confident in my strength, but it's not as exaggerated as you say, is it?"

Atalanta was still a bit confused.

Having grown up in the wilds, she was naive about the world.

Though she understood why animals mated.

She had no interest whatsoever in romantic pursuits between people.

Lacking social interaction, Atalanta thought Moran was talking about martial prowess; she probably hadn't realized how charming she was.

"Back to the point. If you find it annoying that others keep pursuing you, why not listen to my idea?"

"Oh? I'm all ears."

"Alright, then listen to me..."

Moran began explaining his plan.

Though he couldn't deny being moved by Atalanta, he knew she wasn't seeking romance.

Moreover, Atalanta worshipped Artemis.

She had even sworn to be a perpetual virgin.

Forcing things wasn't Moran's style either, so he might as well go with the flow and do her a favor.

"So you mean, I should openly become your partner? Using this to drive away those who pursue me..."

"Isn't this a good solution? You're annoyed by other men harassing you, and this can solve your problem. Or, do you care about your reputation?"

"No, I rarely interact with people, so reputation means little to me. But isn't this unfair to you, Moran? Doing this for me, you get nothing in return, right?"

Atalanta found it strange instead.

Wherever she went, she was surrounded by droves of pursuing men, like wild beasts in heat.

She didn't think she had any charm.

She simply believed it was the instinct of male animals, that men's inability to control their animal nature was a truth ordained by the gods.

Though utterly annoyed.

She had always understood it this way.

"I don't mind. If you really feel bad about it, you can consider it a favor owed to me. When I need help someday, you can come and assist me then."

Moran's values differed from the ancient Greeks'.

The ancient Greeks believed that once a woman became a man's partner, she was his property.

This was the common understanding of most ancients.

Forming a marital partnership without the reality of marriage was almost incomprehensible in the eyes of the ancient Greeks.

It was like having a rare delicacy laid out before you, yet you refused to take a single bite.

"Moran, you really are a strange man. Completely different from any man I've ever met before..."

"Is that... a compliment?"

"Heh, let's do it your way then. Moran, I, Atalanta, will remember this kindness."

Atalanta revealed a moving, beautiful smile.

He couldn't quite understand it.

For the first time, she didn't feel disgust toward a man. In fact, she felt that if it were him, she might get along quite well.

[There is little burden in your heart]

[In the future, Atalanta will surely become a hero. Leaving her a favor might come in handy later]

[To some extent, you view this as an investment in the future]

[And so, Atalanta boarded the Argo]

[When many heroes learned of your romantic relationship with Atalanta, they stood dumbfounded for a long time, unable to process it]

[For a moment, the Argo was filled with wails of lament]

["Moran, you bastard! How did you move so fast!"]

["Beast! An absolute beast!"]

[Such cries of grief came one after another]

[Who could have imagined that the moment they laid eyes on the peerless beauty who had just boarded the ship, they would be cruelly informed that she was already taken?]

[Atalanta watched the wailing heroes]