The Prize Is Actually Me? 2/2

Click... Click...

The ancient snake slowly moved towards the deep pit, its neck and knuckles moving and constantly making cracking sounds.

Hippomenes looked on in terror and immediately scrambled out of the pit. Blood gushed from the wounds on his body, but was diverted and guided by the power of the sea.

Therefore, those who are related to water and life are Divine Kin, meaning they are tough and can be played with slowly!

Samael sneered, his gaze chilling.

Pursuit is not wrong, but knowing the consequences and still daring to use such a twisted will as bait makes him deeply disgusted.

Originally, the ancient serpent planned to wait until after the tournament ended, and then have Atalanta, who was free from the Aphrodite's Authority, personally deal with this treacherous bastard.

But unexpectedly, some people are not even willing to wait this short time, and are in a hurry to be reincarnated.

Just as Samael arrived at the pit, his eyes darting around, hesitating whether to dispose of the unfortunate creature on the spot, Atalanta in his arms suddenly bumped into him, her head hitting his chin.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ancient snake was slightly dizzy, the Huntress immediately took the initiative, pinning him down on the grass and rummaging through his body with her hands like a ruthless robber.

"The Golden Apple... I want it!"

Since being tainted by some of the Aphrodite's Authority last time, Atalanta seems to be more easily affected and reacts more violently.

Samael was not the supreme god of love, so it was quite a stretch for him to eliminate the power contained in the three Golden Apple in a short period of time.

But the boss was constantly poking at Atalanta, not giving him a chance to calm down. Like someone who had inhaled high-purity catnip, the boss was groping around him, eagerly searching for her cat toy and pom-pom.

Left with no other choice, Samael stepped forward and pinned the bewitched Atalanta beneath him, patting the catgirl's back with a little force as punishment, hoping to awaken her.

However, Atalanta, trapped in a state of confusion, remained unrepentant. Samael glanced at the catgirl before him, frowning inwardly and scoffing.

Severe punishment! This situation deserves severe punishment!

Anyway, she's awake. If I don't say anything, who will know?

Just as someone was lost in thought, the earth trembled behind them, and without fear, another contestant who had crossed the mountain stream rushed toward the finish line.

Samael awoke with a start and instinctively got up, but as soon as he took a step, Atalanta, driven nearly mad by the scent of the Golden Apple, pounced on the ancient serpent again like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

As if it had been planned, the contestant clad in full armor suddenly accelerated and passed Samael in the blink of an eye.

Dude, isn't it a bit too unfair of you to take advantage of this now?

The ancient serpent, harboring resentment, shamelessly propped up Atalanta's arm and skillfully hooked the other's ankle, causing the man to stumble.

I'm not pretending anymore; he's not exactly a law-abiding good snake.

Since something went wrong with the competition, I can't be the only one to suffer all the debuffs, can I?

Immediately following the impact, Samael deliberately rolled over, bumping into the man in front of him and tripping him.

Judging from that skillful pose, someone has mastered the art of tactical faking.

However, just as Samael had subdued his competitor and before he could even get up, his armor clattered as a petite figure emerged from the towering armor beneath him.

The ancient snake instinctively reached out, but the moment it looked up, its pupils dilated and it froze on the spot.

But it was only for that brief moment of distraction that a petite figure emerged from the armor, as nimble as a female leopard.

However, just as they were about to cross the finish line, a hurricane arrived late but arrived early, cracking through layers of soil. Standing in front of the weapon rack, it casually drew a whistling arrow and fired the first shot into the sky, leaving the panting red-haired woman to come in second.

Seeing the ground tremble again, Samael gritted his teeth, his lips twitching, and dared not hesitate any longer. He immediately took out the Golden Apple and tossed it to Atalanta, who was still struggling in place. The huntress immediately turned her head and stared at him, then roared and ran wildly, becoming the third person to reach the top and become the winner.

As soon as the red-haired woman fired her whistle, the ancient serpent stormed up to Hippolyta, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and launched into a furious tirade.

"Hey lady, what's going on?! This is a matchmaking ad, don't you understand? What are you doing here, a woman? Are you into lesbianism?!"

What is a lily?

"That's not the point! Also, you're a woman, how did you sneak in? Are the people in charge of vetting people blind?!"

"Oh, you mean this? She helped me fill in my name..."

At this moment, Hippolyta calmly pointed to Atalanta, who was groping around in Samael's arms.

Lilies are actually beside me?

Samael's breath hitched. After a moment of silence, he solemnly tore Atalanta off his body, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Hey boss, when did you change your tastes? Can't we all still have fun together?

"Don't talk about that. She seems to be mentally unstable. Do you have any ideas?"

Hippolyta saw the contestants rushing towards her from afar and reached out to help subdue a certain rabid feline that seemed to be experiencing catnip withdrawal symptoms.

Having finally escaped Atalanta's clutches, Samael sighed and, in a foul mood, summoned two more Golden Apple from the Sorcery Array. Using these as a catalyst, he pulled out the portion of Aphrodite's Authority that the eldest sister had swallowed, causing it to re-condense and solidify into the shape of Golden Apple.

It smells so good, it looks so beautiful, I want to hold it in my hands and eat it bite by bite...

"Smack!"

Hippolyta was jolted awake by a sharp rap on the head. When she came to her senses, she realized that her fingers had almost touched the three sparkling Golden Apple.

Aphrodite's powers are more troublesome than I imagined; this character is a bit unexpectedly powerful.

After awakening the Amazon Queen who was also bewitched, Samael frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then summoned the fourth, and only real, Golden Apple from the Sorcery Array.

Moments later, under the influence of the ancient serpent, the earth resonated with rhythm, and the three Golden Apple, formed from the Aphrodite's Authority, were gradually decomposed and purified by the Ishtar pendant, and guided into the real Golden Apple.

Whether it's the highly compatible power of the earth god or the immortality contained in the Golden Apple, both can effectively seal and preserve this Aphrodite's Authority.

Through the resonance of the Fate Tablet, Samael had a vague premonition that keeping this thing would be of great use in the future.

At this moment, after dealing with those troublesome things, Atalanta slowly woke up. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when her emerald green pupils opened, they reflected a familiar face.

"You... I..."

The Huntress came to her senses and was shocked to find herself lying in Samael's arms. Her cheeks flushed, her head spun, and she stammered, at a loss for what to do.

After taking several deep breaths, Atalanta asked with a flicker in her eyes, clenching her hands as she spoke, tearing off and pulling up innocent blades of grass, even squeezing out their green sap.

"You... you outrun me?"

"I think so..."

Samael responded weakly and in a drawn-out tone.

"Then, then we..."

"Then I can take him away, right?"

Just as Atalanta was struggling with how to start the conversation, Hippolyta leaned over and placed one hand on Samael's shoulder, giving her a serious reminder.

"As we agreed last night, I beat you, so he is my 'one'."

Samael was then dragged along by the back of his neck by Hippolyta's clothes.

Why is there still one more game?

Who I am?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

What kind of shady business did those two have?

In short, what's going on here?

Dragging along his competition prize, he propped his chin up and pondered life with a serious expression.