The usurper Pelias issued a trial: reclaim the Golden Fleece.
Strangely, Pelias was not only hostile toward Jason, but also toward you, whom he had never met.
To reclaim his throne, Jason chose to build the Argo and gather heroes from across the land.
You boarded the Argo.
With Jason as captain and the blessings of the gods, the Argo, laden with heroes, set out on its expedition.
And the heroes' first destination was—
"Who would've thought so many people would fall at the very first hurdle? Should I say heroes can't resist a beautiful woman...?"
Moran complained helplessly.
Your first stop was Lemnos.
It was an island inhabited only by women.
The women of the island offered you money and land, hoping the heroes would protect them, as they had no ability to fight.
The women gazed eagerly at you and the heroes who came ashore.
Many heroes who could not resist feminine beauty sank into a tender paradise. At the crucial moment, you thought of the three women on The Invisible Island.
You resisted the temptation and chose to remain beside the Argo.
Moran returned after entering the city.
It was not that the women on the island lacked charm. Rather, he had spent too long with the three goddesses on The Invisible Island. Having grown accustomed to exquisite cuisine, Moran's resistance to women was remarkably high.
The punishment Stheno and Euryale had given him back then
had come true in a rather unusual way.
You, Heracles, and the others guarded the ship and chatted.
Along the way, you noticed someone approaching the Argo. At a glance, you recognized the identity of this huntress.
She was Atalanta, Arcadia's famous huntress.
The many heroes who had not been tempted by the island's women and had retreated to the Argo were captivated by the huntress's beauty.
"Those who wish to court me should first greet my arrows.
I wish to board this Argo. I wonder which of you is this ship's captain. May I speak with him?"
Atalanta's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.
Her emerald hair, smooth as silk, swayed in the sea breeze, while black thigh-high stockings tightly embraced her full thighs.
She was like a wildflower growing recklessly from a cliff.
Alluring, yet exceptionally dangerous.
"Jason probably can't handle anything right now. You understand the atmosphere on this island, don't you?"
Moran did not fear the huntress's imposing presence.
He walked up to Atalanta.
Lemnos was filled with a decadent air, and an indescribably suggestive atmosphere could be found almost everywhere.
Only a few places could still be considered pure ground.
Could Jason withstand such a tender paradise?
Absolutely not! Not a chance!
"Heh, just as you said. Those heroes actually became so infatuated with beauty that they sank to such a state. Man, you are no ordinary person. Not only are you unmoved by my beauty like the others, you do not fear my strength either..."
Atalanta revealed an approving expression.
She did not see greed in Moran's eyes.
Compared to the heroes who had immediately tried to court her, Moran left her with a far better impression.
"Well, if you want to talk, that's fine. If you wish to discuss boarding the ship, speaking with me is the same."
"Is that so? Thank you."
Among the current crew of the Argo,
Moran could be considered one of the strongest.
Long-term consumption of Medusa's blood had given him demonic and divine nature, and with the enhancement of the skill Innate Physique,
even ordinary heroes found it difficult to face Moran head-on.
Not to mention, he was also a martial arts genius.
To discuss boarding the ship with you, Atalanta and you came to another beach and began talking.
Perhaps because she already had a favorable impression of you,
Atalanta told you about her concerns.
She intended to board the Argo as a warrior and did not wish for those heroes to pursue her again and again. Romance and love were not what this huntress needed.
You seemed to have thought of a good way to solve this problem.
Upon learning of Atalanta's concerns,
Moran immediately thought of a solution, and the long-absent two-choice narration appeared once more.
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Option One: Do not help Atalanta resolve her concerns. Your heart remained fixed on the Gorgon Sisters on The Invisible Island. Option Two: Help Atalanta resolve her concerns. Faced with such a troubled expression from the beautiful huntress, how could you refuse?
The second option made Moran's mouth twitch.
Was he really the sort of person who wavered because of beauty?!
You looked at Atalanta's emerald-like eyes and her slender, toned body like a cypress tree's.
The curve of her waist was full of feminine charm.
Compared to her, those ordinary women on the island who flaunted themselves before the heroes were as different as fireflies and the bright moon.
There was simply no comparison.
Since this life simulation began, only the Gorgon Sisters' beauty could rival hers.
Your heart stirred.
The Simulator showed Moran no mercy and exposed him directly.
It was telling nothing but the truth.
"Moran, what is it?"
Atalanta blinked her long eyelashes.
With her arms folded over her chest, she looked slightly confused.
"Cough, cough, nothing. I understand why you're so attractive now... That destructive power is simply too great..."
"Destructive power? I am quite confident in my strength, but it is not exaggerated to the extent you describe, is it?"
Atalanta was still somewhat confused.
Having grown up in forests and wilderness, she knew little of worldly affairs.
Though she understood why animals mated,
she had no interest whatsoever in romantic courtship between people.
Lacking interpersonal contact, Atalanta thought Moran was referring to combat prowess. She probably had not even realized how captivating she was.
"Back to the point. If you find it annoying that people are always pursuing you, then perhaps you should hear my solution."
"Oh? I'm all ears."
"All right, listen to me..."
Moran explained his plan.
Though he could not deny that Atalanta had stirred his heart, he knew she had not come in pursuit of romance.
Furthermore, Atalanta worshipped Artemis, the moon goddess.
She had even sworn to remain a virgin forever.
Forcing someone to do what they did not want was not Moran's usual style, so he might as well go with the flow and do her a favor.
"So, you want me to publicly become your partner? Using that to drive away those who pursue me..."
"It's a good idea, isn't it? You're tired of being harassed by other men, and this happens to solve your problem. Or do you care about your reputation?"
"No, I rarely interact with people, so such a reputation means little to me. But isn't this very disadvantageous for you, Moran? If you do this for me, you gain nothing at all."
Atalanta found it strange instead.
Wherever she went in the past, swarms of men pursued her, like wild beasts that went into heat at any moment.
She did not think she possessed any particular charm.
She simply believed this was the instinct of male animals. Men being unable to restrain their beastly nature was a truth set down by the gods.
Though she found it extremely irritating,
that had always been how she understood it.
"I don't mind. If you truly feel bad about it, just consider that you owe me a favor. When I need help someday, you can come help me then."
Moran's values differed from those of the ancient Greeks.
The ancient Greeks believed that once a woman became a man's partner, she became that man's property.
That was the common understanding of most ancient people.
To form a marital partnership without consummating it was almost incomprehensible in the eyes of the ancient Greeks.
It was like
having a plate of delicacies right before you,
yet refusing to take a bite.
"Moran, you truly are a strange man. You are different from every other man I have met..."
"Are you... complimenting me?"
"Hehe, then let us do as you say. Moran, I, Atalanta, will remember this favor."
Atalanta revealed a captivatingly beautiful smile.
She could not quite understand it.
For the first time, she did not feel disgusted toward a man. She even felt that if it were him, she might get along with him quite well.
There was not much burden in your heart.
Atalanta would surely become a hero in the future. Leaving her indebted to you might prove useful someday.
To some extent, you regarded this as an investment in the future.
Thus, Atalanta boarded the Argo.
After many heroes learned that you and Atalanta were partners, they stood dumbfounded for a long time, unable to react.
For a time, cries of despair rose across the Argo.
"Moran, you bastard! How did you make your move so quickly?!"
"Beast! You beast!"
Laments like these came one after another.
Who could have imagined that they had just seen a peerless beauty board the ship, only to receive the cruel news that she was already taken?
Atalanta looked at the wailing heroes.
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