96 – Metamorphosis.
-Doo-doo-doo-doo!!
“Wow! Hey! Run fast! Hurry!”
The god, praised by all as beautiful regardless of the differences between men and women and the age and old, rushed through the sky busily accelerating the reins.
As he drove the chariot of the sun, the face of the beautiful male god clad in golden majesty was distorted beyond belief considering his profession.
Perplexity, perplexity and fear.
An unbelievably distorted face that was revealed on the face of Apollo, the popular god of Olympus who is loved and respected by everyone and the dazzling business of the sun.
If the followers see it, please take away their anger and embarrassment.
Also, as his profession, the rider of the sun, the bard of the most beautiful melodies, the benevolent healer, and the one in charge of the reason of Olympus.
Even Apollo himself, who used to say that he should always maintain leisure and beauty, was shocked inside to see himself so disheveled and dark.
“But now is not the time to be like this! Come on run! Friends of Helios! You must not let your sister plunge herself into disaster!”
During the midday hours, as long as the chariot of the sun runs through the sky, no god or hero can avoid the eyes of the sun god.
Apollo, the son of Hyperion and the son of Zeus and Helios, the titan’s sun god, shares his sun chariot.
They had their eyes on all kinds of stories and articles while doing their own business, and the joys and sorrows of countless humans, the biographies of heroes, and the events of the gods were sublimated by the inspiration of Apollo and sung in all kinds of myths and heroic tales.
Among them, what was talked about a lot was the epic of heroes.
The glory and tragedy of Perseus, who rose from a tragic birth under the blessings of the gods and ascended the throne after beheading Medusa.
The heroic story of Cadmus, who rescued Zeus, who was deprived of the divine core by Typhon’s violence, and killed the dragon of Ares.
Until the majesty of Bellerophon, who killed Typhon’s son Chimera and obtained the winged horse Pegasus and roamed the sky.
Until now, since the land of Greece rose from Gaia’s bosom, numerous heroes have blazed brilliantly, scattering glory and prestige.
The majesty of such heroes was enough for Apollo, who was proud to be the owner of the most brilliant and splendid business in Greece, to sing.
However, he was in a state of shock as he felt that it was the first time in a long time since he had been singing and living a long new life.
“Hercules, the son of Alchymene, the hero of the great war prepared by the great Zeus who dared to boast.
I am proud of its power and prestige as a blood relative of Zeus, and I dared to take the glory of the Mother Goddess as my name.”
Even if all the gods of Olympus attack, Zeus’s thunderbolt will easily burn them all.
Heracles’ thunderbolt resembling this one showed that no one could deny that he was a descendant of Zeus, and that he was the vessel of a great hero that no other hero he had ever sung could match.
“By the way, but what do you mean? Confronting such a great hero head-on, and intentionally helping his awakening was not enough, what the hell is a black devil who faced the first great hero who awakened his divine powers head-on!”
Three faces that were joyfully rejoicing, fiercely angry, and terribly grieved.
The 12 powers and 12 hands that held them, composed of black flames and evil cold air, Hydra’s miasma and bitter wind, the wisdom of the abyss and human power.
Its appearance reminded me of the titans of storm with fifty heads and one hundred hands, the protagonists of Titanomachy in the past.
Compared to those who threw mountains and jumped over the sea, they were very small and delicate.
The appearance of jet-black that seemed to jump out of the abyss and the powers held in twelve hands were dared to be compared to the gods.
Even Apollo, who had the business of prophecy and the eyes of the sun, was taken aback by the cruelty that could not be found in any heroic tales or the stories of any gods.
And the impact caused by the collision between the great hero of Zeus and the demon of the abyss shocked even the horses of the sun, and even the spokes of the sun chariot cracked and creaked.
Apollo’s shock was even greater.
However, those physical scars were not a problem.
Artemis.
The goddess of the crescent moon, the guardian deity of female hunters, and the chaste guide.
And his sister, Artemis, is in danger.
“Please, please sister! Be patient! Wait a minute!”
His sister, who was seriously injured and even deprived of her divine power in Pasos by a minor hero named Dianes, is currently being treated at his temple, waiting for the day of revenge.
However, the stern sinner entered the forest of Chiron in the name of a hero and received the protection of the sanctuary, so he could not easily approach.
So she devoted herself to her treatment, watching Apollo and Selene do their business, collecting the information they brought, and waiting for her moment of revenge.
Finally, she persuaded her father, Zeus, and even got her permission to do business in the Forest of Heroes.
‘Brother! Finally, I can pay the price for violating Artemis’ divine power and insulting that fool!’
Selene of the full moon, returning in the morning sun, rested her reins, and Artemis, smiling brightly while servicing the carriage of the crescent moon, which she hadn’t touched in a while, was pretty.
Today will be the last time Apollo sees that black hero, seeing off his smiling sister after a long time. I just went to Olympus with that intuition.
“Please! Sister please!”
At this rate, the throne of the crescent moon and the profession of chastity might lose their owners.
“Wow! What!”
-Hee hee hee!!
At the owner’s urging, the four solar horses breathed heavily and ran through the sky as fast as ever.
Greece greeted the night a few hours earlier than usual, but Apollo was able to reach Olympus without worrying about it.
“Artemis! Artemis!”
Forgetting the title he always called his sister, Apollo sped through the temple as soon as he got off his chariot.
“Apollon! Good work today…”
Midong greeted him with a towel and cool nectar, but his god was not in the mood to accept the hospitality of the devotees.
“Now where is my sister… Artemis?”
“Yes?! Yes? Oh, Artemis-sama?”
When he first saw Ju-sin, who was always meek and gentle, so flustered, Si-dong couldn’t open his mouth in embarrassment.
“That, that…”
“Lee Ik! Pick it up!”
“Ouch!”
-Cudangtang!
Apollo, enraged at the disciple who was cramped and absent-mindedly, pushed him roughly and ran down the hallway.
I don’t have time to waste time like this.
“Artemis!”
Apart from Apollo, who kicked out the door and entered Artemis’s separate body.
However, the only thing that greeted him was an empty outbuilding and his sister’s slate engraved with confident handwriting.
-A foolish sinner who tries to violate the goddess’s virginity will suffer more than death.
After you settle your grudge, I’ll buy you a drink. I love you bro~
Mistress of the Crescent Moon, goddess of chastity, Artemis, the eternal Huntress.
“….”
An unprecedented crisis.
Apollon couldn’t say anything because of the overwhelming anxiety and just looked at his sister’s letter for a long time.
* * *
-Dudung! Teddying!
Under the bright moonlight, at some point I was picking gold.
It’s not the Twelve Songs of Homecoming, Korean songs to relieve one’s boredom, or classical music played in music class.
Unfamiliar and difficult tones.
It does not contain the serene sounds that enchant the human spirit, the sharp sounds that shatter the earth, or the sharp sounds that split the air.
I’ve been bouncing the melody that was played just as my hands went.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
I just plucked the gold and hummed the notes, occasionally adding even a choo-im-sae to the sound of the bouncing sound and the sound of the body moving.
I was sobbing in a trance.
Huge shocks and explosions run wild in my mind, thunderbolts hitting the whole body and huge pain pass before my eyes like a fantasy.
The huge power that enveloped my whole body and the twelve powers that change according to my will fill my brain and give me a thrill.
An overflowing torrent of inspiration, a gigantic demonic energy that surges like a tidal wave, and a wave of divine power as if heaven and earth are responding.
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A huge ecstasy that cannot be compared with the pleasure of hugging a woman and ejaculating her affection strikes the body.
“Huh!!! aaa!!”
Something huge that was blocking the way began to collapse in the torrent of ecstasy.
My whole body vibrated whenever a piece of debris fell from the collapse of the wall that shook my body and hit my brain.
I played gold without a break, sublimating even such pain into joy.
Am I playing gold, or is gold bouncing off me?
I can’t even tell if I’m sitting on the ground or if I’m looking up at the ground.
I couldn’t tell if it was screaming or exhilarating, so I just nodded and screamed loudly.
And then everything stopped.
The black sky, the flesh of the cloth, the boundary of the soul.
A universe of ecstasy that exists beyond it all.
The stairway of reversal I once reached, the hierarchy of evolution that allowed humans to challenge the gods and dominate the world.
A thousand li beyond the world that I had reached out to touch at the end of it shimmered in front of my eyes again.
“Ah…!”
Unseen until now, the far and far away universe behind the scenes.
The realm I had reached in the past, and the realm beyond that, one step beyond that, appeared before my eyes.
It was still an invisible place, hidden by the suspicion of delusion, but now the thing that existed beyond it shimmered, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Ahhh…!”
However, the place I always longed for and wanted to return to is still not allowed to me now.
The hazy state beyond that hasn’t even revealed its full face.
The feet that had just crossed the door did not move as if they were rooted.
I tried to reach it by cutting my teeth and crawling, but there was a hand that gently grabbed my teeth and stopped them.
[Don’t fret. It will be yours soon.]
A soft and enchanting voice that is like a mother raising a child or a prostitute who seduces a man.
A gentle touch on my cheek made me fall in an instant.
“Huh?!”
When I suddenly opened my eyes and came to my senses, I was sitting on a rock where I always played gold.
“I will be scolded by Hestosias.”
No matter how fervently he played, all ten fingers were cut and bloodied by the gold strings.
The gold made of wood and silver thread was dyed red, creating a strange aesthetic.
But most of all, what caught my eyes, nose and mouth was the stench coming from my body.
“Ugh…is this?”
From the back of the hand looking down, the back of the neck gently rubbed, to the face swept down.
A stench that was hard to describe and black skin were covering the whole body.
I couldn’t stand the rising corners of my mouth at those disgusting, filthy filth.
“Kuhh… hahahaha! At las! It’s finally a step!”
In Jeongdo, it is called Hwasinjigyeong.
In magic, it is said that it is the ultimate end.
Just like cicadas shedding their skin and ascending to the sky, they are ready to go through metamorphosis and walk towards the god in earnest.