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A lot has changed in Olympus.
It didn’t change for the worse. Rather, Olympus enjoyed a revival unprecedented in history.
Poseidon, one of the three gods, disappeared, but Hercules and Zeus remained in Olympus.
Single digit. Among them, there are two people whose rankings can be counted on one hand.
So much so that some people even said that the power of the current Olympus was comparable to that of Asgard.
“If this is going to happen, why did they take the throne back?”
Although these two people were pushed out of the name value, they are still Samsin.
No, Hades, now one of the two gods, sat on the throne of Olympus Castle and covered his head in place of Zeus.
The reason was that trying to do a lot of work at once caused fatigue.
“Cheer up. “Here it is again.”
chin-.
Another pile of documents piled in.
Hades pressed his tired eyes with his hands and spewed out resentment towards Apollo, who had brought the documents.
“Again?”
“This is the last time. “It’s truly amazing that you accomplished half a year’s worth of work in just one month.”
“Why don’t you help me?”
“I don’t have the authority to sign that document, uncle.”
Although he said it jokingly, Apollo’s help was still quite great.
Fortunately, Apollo had a detailed understanding of the administration of Olympus after Zeus, so he neatly organized the documents in order of time, place, and importance.
If it weren’t for that, it would have taken more than twice as long.
“What about Zeus?”
“You haven’t returned yet.”
“Why are you moving around so incongruously?”
“That’s right. “He’s not the kind of person who would be very active on the field.”
Zeus was famous for having heavy hips. Of the three gods, the most active was Poseidon, and Hades and Zeus rarely participated in the field outside of Gigantomachia.
But recently, was it after purple skies started appearing everywhere?
Zeus rushed into the scene and was throwing thunderbolts at random.
“That’s strange. Strange… … .”
Is it because the backlog of documents is finally being completed?
I always thought it was strange, but as I gained some free time, my suspicions deepened.
It’s not like a high ranker of Zeus’ level is senile.
Why am I suddenly walking around doing things I’ve never done before?
‘Is it belatedly fun to have fun in the fight?’
Many thoughts came to mind, but nothing seemed right.
Beyond having known each other for a long time, Hades and Zeus were blood brothers.
Clearly something was wrong with him.
The time it took for a simple feeling to become closer to certainty was not short at all.
This was a question I had all along while sorting out the backlog of documents.
“… … “I guess it won’t work.”
“yes?”
“You take care of the rest.”
“Yeh?”
Sssssssssssssssssssss-.
A shadow cast over Hades’ body.
Apollo, startled, stretched out his hand toward him. However, even if Apollo was a high-ranker who could fly and fly, he had no talent to catch Hades disappearing.
Apollo was left alone like that.
“… … “This, me?”
After trying to suppress the conflict over the pile of documents for a while, I had no choice but to sit there.
* * *
Hwareuk, Hwareuk-.
In the furnace of Hephaestus.
Hot flames flickered and covered Hephaestus’ body.
In that fire, Hephaestus did not waver an inch.
Now the task was to make castings. Hephaestus stood in the middle of the strongest flame, closed his eyes, and melted the otherworldly sword and the black night sword.
Hephaestus, who had been sweating profusely for a while, shouted.
“Why don’t you turn on the fire more!”
Hwareuk-!
With Hephaestus’ shout, the flames in the brazier grew stronger.
Yuwon, who supplied the fire, increased the intensity.
Grumble-.
The muscles in each hand holding the tongs and hammer were swollen and looked like they were about to explode. The sweat that had formed on my forehead evaporated in the heat and disappeared before it even touched the ground.
Yuwon, who was watching the process closely, could not help but be impressed.
‘There’s a reason it’s the best.’
The flames in the furnace were never weak.
No, it wasn’t weak.
Quite a few rankers were reduced to ashes the moment they touched it.
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It will be difficult for even high rankers whose rankings are in the double digits to survive there.
‘How much resistance to fire do you have?’
It occurred to me once again that Hephaestus’ confidence was not so unfounded.
He is a person who has lived with fire his entire life.
Even in the match against Chryses, if it weren’t for the penalty, I probably wouldn’t have been hit by his fire.
but.
‘Still, how long can I hold out?’
Cheeeee-.
The sweat droplets that flowed from Hephaestus’ body turned into steam.
It felt like my body was being burned as firewood. The hand holding the pliers was trembling, and the hammering did not stop even for a moment.
On the other hand, black night swords were melted to make castings.
‘No matter how hard I try to control the heat, there are limits. ‘You have to be so close to the flame.’
I felt like I wanted to stop him.
No matter how high the resistance was, the skin was slowly turning red.
It was still weak, but it meant it was starting to burn.
It’s already been more than a day. Hephaestus burned himself in this flame.
The casting of the Black Night Sword and the casting of the Other World Sword were mixed. Hephaestus, who had been accepting the flames with his whole body for a while, mixed the two fetishes together.
And that moment.
Hephaestus, who had been waiting for this moment the whole time, picked up the stone he had placed next to him.
Cheeeeee-!
A cooling stone that goes into a casting.
The cooling stone, which spewed out enormous cold air, quickly hardened the casting that had flowed like water.
at the same time.
Chiik-.
Rolling up his long sleeves to prevent burns, Hephaestus moved the hammer.
Kang, Kang, Kang-!
Repeating quenching, cooling, and hammering.
I could feel the spirit of Hephaestus in that simple way.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Different ingredients are mixed. Different sword histories collide.
The two fetishes repel and try to separate from each other again.
And to prevent that.
Kwaang-!
Hephaestus struck down his hammer.
Right now at this moment.
He became a flame.
* * *
Hephaestus’ work continued for more than three days and nights.
It is heated over a hot flame, struck with a hammer, and heated again dozens or hundreds of times.
The two fetishes that were about to separate from each other suddenly became quiet. It had now taken some form and was transforming into another sword.
Beetle-.
Hephaestus’ body shook.
The hand holding the hammer trembled. The burns all over her body were now at a point where they could no longer be controlled.
chin-.
Yuwon, who reflexively tried to get closer to him, soon stopped.
Ignorant sympathy was prohibited. What Hephaestus was doing now was not simply making weapons.
He was a blacksmith.
Blacksmiths fight with skill. Hephaestus, who was now burning before his eyes, was fighting the most difficult and grueling fight he could fight.
Has Hephaestus ever intervened in their fight?
It is a fight each person fights in their own place. There was no room for Yuwon to intervene in this fight.
‘This is not the fight I’m going to fight.’
Grumbling-.
In that flame, Yuwon’s eyes burned red.
Yuwon raised his head and a tight ceiling appeared in his field of vision. Hephaestus’ forge was covered with thick, hard iron that blocked heat, so even with the Hwaan Geumjeong, the outside was vaguely visible.
‘… … Was he watching?’
Otherwise, there would be no way that sky would have appeared at exactly this timing.
Grrrr-!
A giant of flame that appears behind Yuwon.
With the appearance of the Heavenly Demon Spirit, a huge flame burned over the giant’s body.
[‘Holy fire’ dwells in the heavenly devil.]
Yuwon looked at the giant burning with fire.
‘It’s just a temporary solution… … .’
Still, this probably isn’t that bad.
Jeopuk-.
Yuwon walked carefully, fearing that he might be in the way.
Fortunately, Hephaestus did not turn his head and did not even seem to know that Yuwon was moving. All he cared about was the heat provided by Yuwon.
So the two men headed to different battlefields.
* * *
The sky I looked up after leaving the blacksmith shop was purple.
They say quite a bit of time has passed since the sky began to appear.
‘Time has moved forward a lot, even more than I thought.’
Is this a foolish and chaotic decision? Or is it just their decision?
I didn’t know which one it would be. But one thing is certain: you will no longer have to feel sorry for your colleagues.
‘This too will turn into a battlefield.’
Sigh-.
Yuwon put his hand on his waist, as was his habit. Then, unable to grasp anything, his hand hesitated for a moment.
“… … right.”
Fortunately, there was still something different about the knife.
Suuuu-.
A shadow rising from beneath Yuwon’s feet.
[‘King of the Dead’ summons ‘Susanoo’.]
The shape of the shadow changed and Susanoo appeared. Susanoo muttered as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled cruelly.
-It’s a fight.
“okay. “It’s a fight.”
Yuwon waved his hand at Susanoo.
Susanoo looked at Yuwon’s hand as if wondering what this was.
OK.
-Can not be done.
Susanoo shook his head, holding the sword sheath on his belt with his hand.
The two knew without saying anything. What Yuwon wanted was Kusanagi, one of the three sacred weapons he had given to Susanoo.
“I’ll give it back to you later.”
-Are you telling me to fight with my bare hands?
“If anything, just grab something from the corner over there and use it. In the first place, a craftsman does not blame the tools.”
-Are you telling me to use a cheap sword like that?
“It’s a bit rusty, but it’s an item made by Hephaestus. “If you’re really dissatisfied, just hit them with your shield.”
From the beginning, it was a fight where the winner was predetermined. If Yuwon wanted to do that, Susanoo had no way of disobeying his orders.
In the end, Kusanagi ended up in Yuwon’s hands.
Hwiik-.
Kusanagi’s strengths and weaknesses are that it is too light and too sharp.
However, in times like now when you don’t know how long the fight will be, it wasn’t a bad item.
The more you rely on the sharpness of your sword, the more you can save your magic power.
Hwiik-.
Yuwon lightly swung Kusanagi in the air.
While I was cutting into the air a few times like that.
-Ooooooooo-.
-Ah ah ah ah ah-!
An unpleasant crying sound was heard through the purple clouds in the sky.
“I can never get used to those purple turtles.”
Beings outside the tower that appear in the sky.
Countless tentacles and writhing lumps gather towards the forge of Hephaestus.
I didn’t know why those guys appeared, but I felt like I knew what their purpose was.
‘Are you trying to stop the completion of the sword?’
Otherworld Sword and Black Night Sword.
It seemed like they were trying to prevent the two swords from combining into one.
Those thoughtless bastards wouldn’t have moved on their own.
I didn’t have to think too hard to know who was up there.
Uuuuuung-.
The magic power contained in Kusanagi glows red.
Yuwon muttered as he stood on the ceiling of the blacksmith shop, wearing only the bare minimum of magical power.
“There is no way.”
Will you get tired first, or will the sword be completed first?
Yuwon swung Kusanagi towards the purple sky, determined not to let go of his legs that were standing on the ceiling.
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