109 – The Awakening of Hercules.
The realm of incarnation, the extreme end.
Moorim’s jokesters and street fighters vaguely assume that these realms are just the highest peaks of realistic martial arts.
If you look at the superhuman inaction of being immune to ten thousand poisons, gaining strength comparable to that of a hundred horses, and committing slaughter without even lifting a hand, it is hard to understand the feelings of ordinary people or second-class warriors who are no different from them. Although not.
Excluding me, the masters of Hwagyeong and Extreme Horse said as soon as they reached the stage, they said that they felt like a child who fell into the wide open sea.
To them, the road for humans to get out of humans and approach God is so vague and vast that sometimes when they think alone, they shudder in vague fear.
No matter what kind of study it is.
There is no end to learning, and if you think you have reached the limit, you will see another wall.
However, if the wall confined to the human dimension is a high and solid obstacle, the road beyond the last wall of transcendence is the vast sea or vast desert.
It’s like finishing 12 years of public education, skipping the CSAT, graduating from college, and somehow crashing into graduate school and then quitting studying. From then on, the place I was going was the road and the end, and the panic came.
If there is one difference, even if a graduate student goes into a panic, he just becomes a normal graduate student.
If the warriors of Hwagyeong fall into panic, there will be an all-time high level of coin cultivation, with small nuclear bombs flying in all directions.
“Let’s try to prevent such misfortunes.”
“So… I won’t run out of energy or have any side effects?”
“Yes.”
A restaurant in the furnace where Hestia’s bonfire shakes.
Me and Hercules were sitting facing each other after a long time, breaking bread into warm barley porridge.
As always, the meal in the Forest of Heroes was plentiful.
Today’s menu consisted of porridge and bread made with delectable barley from farmland blessed by Demeter, salad with a refreshing sauce, and yogurt.
While I was making a sandwich by slicing bread in half and spreading salad and yogurt on it, I saw pretty boys and girls following me similarly to what I was doing.
Those who do not even come within a 10 meter radius.
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“Why are we so fussing around us? Yesterday, the beach was crazy, so I went hunting this morning… No, I didn’t even canter.”
“Yeah, I guess this is the first time that the morning table is so packed?”
Hestia’s Conversation Furnace Zone was the so-called VIP seat as it was closer to the bonfire.
In the beginning, the place occupied by Orion and his gang, who received the punishment of Ajakna Nemesis at the hands of Neri, was taken over by the appearance of Hercules and the Golden Generation, and now it is the place I chartered with Hercules.
Normally, except for this seat, there was no time to set foot in the morning conversation, which should have been empty except for a few other non-combatants, just like the military breakfast.
“Honestly, did we have a little fun yesterday? No wonder.”
Looking at the eyes of the young men and women who are looking at me more fervently than usual, as well as the guys who just roll their eyes as if they can’t think of anything, I say a word.
How come this mythical boar sounds normal?
But on the contrary, I think it’s more strange.
“Isn’t it a place where the people next door turn into bugs or animals on Heguheon Day, and lightning and solar beams come down from the sky in the blink of an eye? You were so surprised that yesterday?”
Are you saying that the conversations of Greek heroes were more normal than you thought?
Even the courtiers of the Heavenly Demon Palace, where I lived in my previous life, came to me to make the final payment, but after a week, I accepted it as a daily routine.
“…Why, I’m not crazy either. There’s something about you that goes a long way.”
“Did I put a lot of salt? It sucks.”
-Slurp!
Hercules, who made a sandwich similar to mine and dumped it into one bite, drank the whole barley porridge into it, took a shot, and put the bowl down.
“Anyway, the point is to teach you how to handle this power, right?”
“Yes. Did you see Atalanta shake everything off in the last test? Wouldn’t that be a loss?”
Currently, Atalanta had finally withdrawn from the Artemis hunting team.
With this in mind, did the light-year fan club clear their memory as if they were my goddess?
She tried to mass lynch Atalanta during the trial before freedom, but made her play Atalanta invincible.
Rather, the children of Ares who were impressed by her overwhelming power and her female warriors who rode her battle tag served her as their boss.
“But one question, look at this.”
-Pajijik!
A pure brain energy formed on Hercules’ arm the size of a log.
It was the thunderbolt of Zeus, who awakened after competing with me the other day.
“It’s a little bragging, but this is definitely Zeus’s thunderbolt instead. Even if all the other gods of Olympus gather their strength, they cannot deal with it.
“Huh…?”
This was a bit unexpected.
Hercules’ manifestation of divine power or tangible energy awakened what was latent in his lineage.
In other words, rather than being a soldier of the Hwagyeong, he is in a state closer to a spirit beast or witch beast with divine power.
If a warrior polishes and handles his energy as his own sword and shield, the spirit beast and demon beast simply wield it according to their instincts.
No matter how much energy the beast wields and rampages, it is only an extension of its instinctive attack by cutting its paws or biting with its teeth, and it cannot be controlled or used at will.
I thought that Hercules would also have difficulties controlling it, as it was a naturally expressed energy rather than trained through deep air.
I can’t believe he’s already controlling his brain, which is said to be the most intractable and tricky among nature’s creatures.
‘…Ah, damn new spoon.’
It is a pure and powerful brain that is incomparable to the static electricity smoked on the sword by the Hebei Paeng family who are said to deal with thunder.
In the far-flung sage time, special lectures on martial arts, nabal, and thoughts of whether I should just hit them all came rushing in.
Great Greece, great mythology.
To make the highest peak of agony suffer.
It’s just that a lot of transcendent warriors made all kinds of fuss trying to smoke something similar to sword steel on their swords and fists.
Anyone will be hit hard when he sees Keumgeoni flirting and playing with Gwongang in front of him.
“Congratulations to the Grand Duke. How did you express your ki, or aura, so straight away?”
Even in this world, there is a word called aura that can be used with energy.
In general, it refers to the authority and divine power used by gods, but as in the case of Chiron or Hercules, there are those who occasionally deal with it even among those who have a physical body.
However, in my case, it is just a mystery that I can directly express and control qi without going through the deep hole.
“That’s right. Did you know that there is some kind of power that has been wriggling inside of me from the beginning?”
Hercules also looked around in wonder at his thunderbolt arm, which drew all the attention of the flower shop, and said.
“But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get this out. Like something Like a fishbone stuck in the throat.”
In an instant, Paengga, the loser of Hebei, and the Byeokroe sect of Podalap Esoteric Buddhism became idiots who could not even find the fishbone of their title.
Namu Amitabha.
Oh my God, isn’t Zeus?
“Well, if someone is serious, pretend to listen. You look a bit normal, but then you keep blinking?”
“Sorry. Go on.”
“Hmmm, by the way, the last time I was hit and stretched by you, Dianes. Things have changed since then.”
“What? From then?”
The first morning canter where I and Hercules collided for the first time.
Isn’t that the time when the ballad of Orpheus named the Colosseum’s epic end?
“Yes, it is also the reason why I keep this scar on my chest still.”
Hercules proudly pointed out with his thumb the five scars left on his stomach, the scars from a direct hit on the fifth.
“Yeah, it was awful. Did it feel as if all of your intestines were bursting and your blood turned to boiling oil?”
Hercules trembled as if the thought of it was terrifying, but then he grinned and raised the corners of his mouth.
“By the way. Even in the midst of such pain, the tingling in my back made me feel better. Just like the day after I was beaten by you coolly!”
“…No way.”
“From then on, whenever I sparred with you, my body itched and tingled. In the end, after being thrown into the sea by you yesterday, this energy suddenly surged from my heart. That’s how it happened.”
A hypothesis that flashed through my mind at the moment.
Beonpagaecheon is to make these five perceptions, color temperature, water temperature, normal temperature, haeng temperature, and food temperature, run wild with my demonic energy.
Blood flow and energy, nerves and muscles, and even cognition.
If you are a human, it is natural to stimulate the desires and takki that you have and explode from the inside.
If it was a general warrior, the bigger the bet, the bigger the agony, so the power would increase, but Hercules was the exact opposite.
Although he may not have known his innate strength and solid body, he had nothing to do with his strength.
Then, naturally, the only energy that can be stimulated by Bunpagaecheon is Hercules’ dormant genital energy.
And even after blowing it up, this monster-like body endured such an explosion, and as a result, what if the impurities in the body and the blocked gikyungpalmaek were all opened?
“Ha ha… Such crazy.”
In the meantime, I thought I had only been questioning and blooding, but I was providing the rock to the great Greek hero as an ascendant.
“Heh heh heh…”
“Uh… No, what happened all of a sudden again?”
A riddle that has been solved, I laugh and bow my head at this, and Hercules is dumbfounded by saying this again.
There were footsteps approaching the VIP seats where we were taking the conte.
“Dianes.”
“What? Theseus.”
Theseus, the best-looking boy in the Forest of Heroes and a brilliant general of intellectual talent.
However, it was a guy who set an edge on me.
Roughly, I didn’t cross the line, so I left it alone, but today, the edge of my voice stood.
“Hey Tessie. You seem busy these days, what’s going on…”
“Dianes, I challenge you to a duel. If I win, release Atalanta immediately!”
….Ai sitpal real.
You don’t know about this guy and that guy and TPO?