Men Can Do It Too! 1/2

In the center of the venue, a burly man, over two meters tall, with black hair and golden eyes, sat alone.

Beneath every inch of his dark brown skin, rock-like muscles bulged, and dark red divine patterns lay dormant like dragons. His entire body was like cast iron, reflecting a faint, cold light in the few rays of sunlight streaming through the skylight.

The man sat cross-legged on the ground, carrying a wine jar in one hand and a wine bowl in the other, drinking alone. His brows were furrowed, as if he harbored an unyielding sorrow and loneliness.

The figure formed a three-meter radius around him, creating a vacuum zone that resembled a boundary line. The burly man in the center was like a lurking beast, a towering peak, an impregnable fortress, or a surging, deep sea. Boiling ether surged and flowed around him, emitting the acrid smell of burning air.

Sensing that Heracles was not in a good state, no one dared to step into the penalty area at this time and approach this Great Hero who was famous throughout Greece.

After all, he had just killed his own son because of his madness, and no one could guarantee that if someone were to get close, it wouldn't trigger another round of madness in him.

"Hey buddy, drinking alone is no fun. Come on, let's drink together."

Just as Samael was considering whether to make contact with Heracles first, Jason, holding a wine glass, swaggered through the crowd with a crab-like gait, approached Heracles, sat down familiarly, and raised his glass in a friendly toast.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Heracles was slightly taken aback, then looked up at the blond man sitting in front of him, a man he could crush with one hand, and asked indifferently.

"Afraid? Are you kidding me!"

"You all travel the world all the time, and today, thanks to Meleager's connections and the venue, I've managed to gather such a large group of renowned Greek heroes together. If I don't drink with all of you, wouldn't my trip have been in vain?"

Jason broadly, patted Heracles' shoulder forcefully, and slid his right hand down to marvel at the divine runes on it.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Heracles looked at the claws pressed against his chest, his brow furrowed, his face clouded with gloom.

Jason sensed the murderous aura, his face stiffened, and he involuntarily shrank back, like a rooster being choked and waiting to be bled, while swallowing hard.

"Before we begin, could you please make a request?"

"Explain..."

"Could you finish this drink with me? If you don't mind, get me drunk. That way it won't hurt as much. When we go to hell, I'll brag that I'm a drinking buddy who's been with you before."

Heracles looked at the blond youth, who seemed inexplicably serious and eager, shook his head, and calmly raised his wine bowl.

Jason's eyes gleamed with an unusual light. He immediately and cheerfully clinked his wine glass against Hercules's large bowl, then tilted his head back and drank the nectar in one gulp, his face flushed with excitement like an addict.

After only a few drinks, Jason found himself leaning closer again, his burning gaze sweeping over Heracles like that of a fan meeting their idol, while simultaneously launching into a barrage of questions.

"My friend, was this bow a gift from Artemis in exchange for the sacrifice you made after capturing the Erymanthos Boar?"

My God, capture the Crypt Bull, sacrifice it to Zeus, and the King of Gods will bestow upon you the helmet!

The armor you're wearing is the armor bestowed upon you by the God of Light, the one who cleans Apollo's cattle pen!

Antaeus's bracers! The Titan you strangled?

"Tell me, buddy, how did you manage to lift that big guy up into the sky? I can't wait to hear! Now our hometown has something to brag about!"

Jason knew these things like the back of his hand, and with an extremely exaggerated tone and expressive face, he urged Heracles beside him to hurry up.

Faced with such a reckless individual, Heracles' lips twitched slightly, his tense facial expression nearly breaking down, and he immediately lost the will to intimidate this frivolous fellow who had come up to him.

At this moment, Jason, like a snake climbing a pole, moved even closer as if they were old friends, and his restless hands quietly reached for the Hercules' quiver.

"And this jar of arrows you have, isn't it a divine weapon bestowed upon you by Athena, the one that shot down the monstrous bird of Lake Stimphalis? Let me touch it a few more times!"

"It's been contaminated with the droppings of those strange birds, which are highly poisonous..."

Heracles, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't help but frown and remind her.

Jason, who was holding the arrow close to his eyes to examine and touch it, and even sniffed it, suddenly changed his expression. He hurriedly stuffed the thing into his quiver, his heart pounding wildly. The smile he forced still showed traces of lingering fear.

"Brother, you saved my life!"

Then Jason eagerly picked up the jar and, in a very obsequious manner, filled Heracles' bowl with wine.

"Calydon is not a place for you. The hunting grounds are not a meadow for a spring outing. That demon boar could kill you at any moment."

Hercules picked up his wine bowl, glanced at Jason, and after a moment's thought, drank it all in one gulp.

"Aren't there still you guys? I'm just there to make up the numbers."

Jason made no attempt to hide the fact that he was a weakling, then changed the subject with a bright smile.

"However, such a magnificent epic would be a waste if it were not witnessed by an audience."

Then, the blond man picked up his glass, waved generously to the heroes around him who were gradually becoming familiar with him, and joked and cheered.

"Come on, let's toast to the strongest man in all of Greece! Wow, I don't know how he built those muscles, they're so enviable. If I were a woman, I would definitely marry him!"

"Who says men can't do it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, men can too!"

"Even humans can do this!"

Prince of Calydon responded to this presumptuous overstepping of authority with a smile and cheerfully joined in the commotion.

At this moment, the Greek Heroes on the field, seeing that the murderous aura in Heracles' eyes had gradually dissipated, burst into laughter one after another, their lewd jokes becoming more and more outrageous.

"Roll!"

Heracles' face darkened, and he couldn't help but chuckle and curse as he raised his cup in a toast. The Death Qi atmosphere around him seemed to circulate again.

The banquet quickly grew more lively, and the heroes no longer cared about seating arrangements or backgrounds. They sought out acquaintances or people they felt a connection with, chatting and drinking together.

Peleus and Telamon, two Great Hero who had shared a romantic relationship with Heracles, also stepped forward with their wine cups to drink and chat with the Hercules.

Peleus gently patted Heracles' chest, his tone calm and even.

"Painful trials will inevitably lead to great achievements. By overcoming these obstacles, you will go even further."

Hercules' lips were pressed tightly together, and his face looked somewhat somber.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, Telamon laughed heartily, put his arm around the Hercules, and looked on expectantly.

"Heracles, my brother, my child is about to be born. After we capture that beast, how about you come and sit in my house for a while? And while you're at it, can you help me name him?"

Upon hearing the request, the burly man's expression softened, and he nodded in a low voice.

Peleus and Telamon discussed the name with the Hercules and eventually settled on "Ajax".

At this time, no matter where the drinking party was, Jason's smiling figure could always be seen, and the atmosphere was stirred up by him.

A moment later, the blond-haired youth toasted Samael and the others at their table.