In the Underworld King's temple, Kido Saori pulled her attention away from the system and looked around the vast hall.
The entire temple was built from a strange black material, its classical architectural style steeped in intense divinity.
Naturally, the most eye-catching sight in the whole temple was the black-clad beautiful youth dozing upon the throne at its highest point.
This beautiful youth was the Underworld King's human vessel.
It had to be said that, in Kido Saori's view, the plot had gone so thoroughly off the rails that even Masami Kurumada himself would be left utterly dumbfounded if he showed up—but the character designs remained remarkably faithful.
Whether it was her, Athena's human vessel, or the Underworld King's human vessel, both were more than beautiful enough.
And it was not just the two of them. Among the Saints and Underworld Warriors beneath their command, so long as they were not Grunts but named characters, every single one of them was beautiful enough as well.
No wonder there were mountains of Saint Seiya doujinshi—and those doujinshi were not male-female, but male-male.
Stories of beautiful boys and beautiful girls could only be called the royal road, but stories of beautiful boys and beautiful boys? That was something else entirely...
As for Kido Saori, she had been somewhat panicked when she was first captured. Now, though, she only felt a little bored.
The grand temple of the Underworld King did not even have a network signal. Though she had brought her phone, it was currently nothing more than a brick.
As for her own safety, at least for now, nothing could happen to her. Not only could no one kill her, there was no chance of her stumbling into some doujinshi-style plot either.
Gods—even unawakened human vessels that looked close to ordinary