Trait Hoarder Chapter 192

Episode 192 Olympus -2-

“[Butterfly, butterfly, fly here♪]”

They are all the same.

The pitch and beat are all the same.

There’s only one thing different.

I just called it a verb.

Yeah, yeah.

But the world shakes.

A shining butterfly appears from somewhere and flies in.

Butterflies danced and circled around me.

“[Yellow butterfly, white butterfly, come dancing♪]”

Butterflies are fluttering.

In yellow, in white.

It’s not just butterflies.

Flowers bloom in the following song.

Even the flower petals sway gently as if smiling.

Even a shining sparrow appeared and started singing and dancing with me.

This is a true verb.

A primordial power, close to a spirit, that interferes with the world.

This level of effect cannot be achieved on land.

Because I don’t have any verb characteristics.

It was because it was Olympus, the world of the gods, that he displayed this kind of sensitivity.

“ha ha ha.”

Orpheus’ face suddenly relaxed.

“If you had that ability, why didn’t you just say you had it?”

“I’m not very good at singing. This was possible only with the help of Orpheus.”

“Then let’s just say so. Hahaha. You passed. But can you sing a few more songs? It’s really hard to listen to songs in the language of dragons. Dragons should sing. Tsk, Radon too. Dragons only know how to collect gold, they don’t know art, art.”

That’s all you need to do.

Actually, the second task is already finished.

But instead of singing right away, I changed the trait.

[Dragon’s Cry][Magic Soul][Thor’s Training Method]

[Magic Recovery][Magic Absorption][Deep Breath]

Equipped with a dragon’s cry, not a dragon’s tongue.

I said this while looking at the priest standing next to me and the pilgrims watching me from a distance.

“You might want to step away for a moment. Or at least cover your ears.”

“Your Majesty? Why are you doing this?”

“I will use the word dragon, not the word verb.”

“yes?”

“what?”

“What nonsense… … .”

Only Orpheus noticed that I changed my trait.

He looks at me with sharp eyes and nods.

“You guys go outside for a moment.”

“Yes? Why?”

“Pilgrim… … No, it’s better to do as the dragon slayer says. Since ancient times, dragon slayers have killed dragons and gained special powers. I think he’s one of those. I won’t force you to do it, but I’m saying this for your own good.”

The priest bows his head and goes out into the open space.

There’s a soundproof barrier in the vacant lot, so the priest should be fine.

Only the pilgrims remained stubbornly in the empty lot.

Don’t even cover your ears.

What happens from now on is their responsibility.

I took a deep breath.

[There are three bears in one house♩!]

Kkwarreung!

A single syllable leaped out like a bolt of lightning.

What I sang was clearly 5 words and 10 syllables.

But it is pronounced all at once.

Like one letter.

The lyrics that follow are the same.

Papa Bear, Mama Bear, etc. A total of 48 letters were compressed into one and shook the world.

Boom! Boom!

Three bears are running around.

Three bears, a big bear, a slim bear, and a little bear, dance around me and then disperse.

Lightning followed.

The space was distorted and then exploded repeatedly due to excessive magical power concentration.

“Cough!”

“Coolook!”

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Pilgrims who stubbornly stayed behind.

They all fall down at once.

He vomits blood and has convulsions in his limbs.

Orpheus clicked his tongue and played his lyre.

“You fools. I told you to get out of the way for a moment.”

Pilgrims barely manage to get up after listening to the healing music.

His face was filled with horror and fear.

I cleared my throat, saying, “Big, big.”

“Shall we continue?”

“Okay! Just play a few more songs!”

The pilgrims left in a hurry.

In front of Orpheus, I sang a few more songs that I knew.

They sing idol songs, military songs, national anthems, and even children’s songs.

I quickly ran out of money.

I used to go to karaoke and listen to music all the time.

You have to know the song.

“Is there nothing else? You are the only one who can sing the dragon’s song, and that too with a dragon’s cry.”

“I don’t know any songs.”

“What the… … No, what have you been doing for over 20 years without listening to a song? That’s a total waste of your life. Do you understand?”

Orpheus laughs and jokes.

At first he was noisy, but after I played him a few dragon songs, he seemed to have become friendly with me.

After thinking for a moment, he takes out a snack from his pocket and hands it to her.

“Would you like a bite?”

A snack that looks like both bread and cookies.

Ambrosia.

The one that Thor ate dozens of when he met him in Asgard.

I flatly refused.

“sorry.”

“Tsk. I can’t help it. Come visit me later when you ascend. Once you’ve achieved even a small degree of divinity, you won’t be bound by the rules of Olympus. Then, let’s discuss the Dragon’s Cry Song together. I’ll also come up with an instrument and music that suits the Dragon’s Cry Song by then.”

“Let’s do that.”

This completes the second task.

Is it because I keep crying out loud?

I felt empty inside.

As I went out equipped with a recovery series trait, the priest who was outside followed me.

“You are truly amazing. I have never seen Lord Orpheus so happy!”

“He was a nice person.”

You gave me traits, so I’m a good person, right? Yeah.

“He is strict about music, so he becomes very generous when he sees someone who is musically talented. It’s the first time I’ve seen him even share snacks with someone.”

“It was worth the effort.”

“But, Mr. Dragon Slayer, will you also take on the third task?”

“of course.”

“Um… … I honestly want to stop.”

The third task takes place in a flower garden.

A flower garden in the afterlife.

Blue and pale, each producing magical power to maintain Olympus.

When the Underworld is destroyed, Olympus’ spatial fixation power also disappears and it falls.

The priest pointed to the underworld and said.

“The third task is to make the underworld flower bloom into the heavenly flower. Before the Gigantomachia, this was the work of the sun that had set in the west. Since then, no one has succeeded. Not even the heroes, not even the gods. Persephone has been studying it for thousands of years… … but it seems difficult.”

“Do I have to complete this to be invited as a guest?”

“Yes. Or you can return the contribution points. I think it’s possible since the contribution points you’ve accumulated are considerable. Or you can donate some of the dragon’s corpse.”

No, it won’t work.

Why use it when you don’t know how or when to use it?

If it succeeds, that’s fine.

Celestial flower.

Heavenly flower and fire.

Did I mention it?

It is said to be one of the material properties of Jijihwa.

It is most convenient to receive the celestial flower here.

You can also get it from Amaterasu’s Takamagahara, but it’s quite difficult to get in and out of there.

Thud thud.

I walked towards the flower garden.

It is originally very difficult to bloom a celestial flower.

You have to travel around the world and complete chain quests.

Bringing fertilizer from the underworld, piling up sunlight, blowing the winds of heaven, and sprinkling pure rain… … .

In addition, we need to train and deploy watchmen.

But there are shortcuts everywhere.

[Black Flame][Divine Power][Dragon Words]

[Magic Soul][Deep Breath][Magic Absorption]

It spit out black flames.

It sprays black flames in streams.

A sight that looks like they’re trying to catch a flower and burn it to death.

“Oh, that won’t work.”

The priest pretended to know.

“Hundreds of years ago, we had a hard time bringing in the Master of the Black Flame. At that time, the Master of the Black Flame used tremendous magical power, but in the end, he was unable to create the Heavenly Flower. It is recorded in the history book of our sect.”

of course.

Because I used magic power.

You can evolve an underworld flower into a celestial flower by using divine power.

But how many of the superhumans who use black salt have divine powers?

The only thing you can get by overcoming your old father’s punishment is black flame.

I concentrated without saying a word.

He cleared his throat while burning black salt.

He whispered to the underworld as if singing.

“[Become a heavenly flower♪ Become a heavenly flower♪]”

There is no need to even cry.

You can just say it.

Verbs are a way to interfere with the laws of the world.

As evidence, the underworld in front of me was gradually becoming distorted.

“The flowers… … .”

The priest lets out a suppressed groan.

The petals fall off.

The stem becomes thinner.

Only the blue flower in the center remains.

But it is unstable.

The blazing black flames and black sparks were spreading like flower petals.

That petal is about to become a new flower of the afterlife.

Trying to be frustrated at the verge of evolution.

As it has been so far.

When disappointment began to appear in the priest’s eyes.

I took out the top-grade holy water that I had been saving from my golf bag.

That’s why we need the rain of purity.

Even the black flames burning with divine power cannot completely remove the dark side of the underworld.

Gulp.

He poured it out generously.

The highest grade holy water, a treasure that cannot be bought even for hundreds of billions.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles.

More than half of the holy water received from the Pope of the Church of Thor.

Soon, the underworld began to shine brightly.

Evolving.

30 minutes after I poured black salt.

“E, so easy?”

The priest sits down in surprise.

Well, it’s easy if you look at the answer sheet.

There’s a reason they say Columbus’ egg.

The combination of divine power and black flame is extremely rare.

We should consider that there is no one who has the power of speech, such as verbs.

Who here would be so generous with the highest quality holy water?

Zero, absolutely zero.

There is a reason why celestial flowers have not bloomed on Olympus for thousands of years.

Wow!

Finally, the celestial flowers bloom.

The purest light.

Or a spark.

The pure and white flowers were smiling softly.

It doesn’t end with just one flower.

Pot! Pot! Pot

The surrounding underworld flowers were evolving under the influence of the heavenly flowers.

From pale, blue flowers to dazzling, pure white buds.

A ball of light and a ball of flame.

Before I knew it, the heavenly flower I had made bloomed had withered.

One whose lifespan is spent blooming other flowers.

I quietly picked up the withered celestial flower.

As the celestial flower evaporates, it seeps into my magical circuits.

Acquire the trait Celestial Flower.

A flame with weaker attack power than black flame, but possesses the power of healing and purification, and is more lethal to evil beings.

“Heh, heh heh heh.”

The priest sat down and burst into laughter.

“It’s so easy, it’s so easy… … .”

“Anything is easy if you know it.”

“How, how did you know?”

“I got a feeling just by looking at it. Oh, I guess I can grow this with black salt. Like the golden apple.”

“Oh, this is not the time!”

The priest came to his senses and clapped his hands.

The baby angels respond to the sound of applause and fold through the space.

“Guys! Save the sparks! Don’t let them go out again!”

“I won’t turn it off!”

“I’ll turn it off!”

“It’s a pretty fire!”

“It’s fire!”

The priest gives him an unflattering look.

In fact, the baby angels have already turned off the celestial flower once.

It is not a celestial flower that was grown naturally on Olympus, but a celestial flower that was received by giving a large number of golden apples to Amaterasu.

In a way, it’s natural.

This is Olympus below.

The newly rebuilt land of the gods after Gigantomachia.

The main god is Gaia, the secondary god is Persephone, and the secondary gods are Ladon and Eurydice.

It is closely related to the earth, the underworld, and the afterlife.

But if you bring the celestial flower that the sun god raised, it will inevitably wither.

It must be black salt only.

A composite attribute of Divinity, Darkness, and Flame.

“Human! Take this! It’s an invitation!”

“It’s an invitation!”

Another flock of baby angels flew in.

The slightly larger one among them dances while holding a golden letter.

invitation.

As it falls into my hand, it transforms into light and wraps around my arm, forming a tattoo.

“Congratulations, Dragon Slayer. For the first time since the rebuilding of Olympus, you have been formally invited to the banquet of the gods.”

“thank you.”

“This feat will be remembered for a long time in the history of the sect. My goodness, you have truly accomplished all three of the Olympian tasks… … Soon, the Olympus of the Underworld will be reborn as the Olympus of Heaven. Perhaps a new divinity will be born.”

“A new deity? Are there any candidates?”

Orpheus, perhaps?

For that, we already have a goddess of music.

Even if a new deity is created, it won’t be a god of light or a god of fire.

I looked at the priest with a puzzled look.

Then their eyes meet.

Eyes staring blankly at me.

Two eyes that have a lot to say.

‘No way, me?’

It is not impossible.

Because it was common in Greek mythology to elevate human heroes to godhood.

Thor also offered to make me his archangel and warrior-chief along similar lines.

Even though this happened after I reached at least level 9 and died.

Daeaeang… … Daeaeang… … Daeaeang… … .

The sound of a temple bell rings from afar.

The sun was setting.

Instead, a warm darkness covers Olympus like a curtain.

“Oh, it’s already night. The banquet will start soon.”

“Already?”

“Yes. The night has come earlier than usual. Go ahead. At least you should get in faster than the gods.”

Fortunately, the flower garden of the underworld was not far from the grand palace.

If we walked a little faster, we could get there soon.

As I entered, the baby angels playfully blew their golden trumpets.

“Guest, come in!”

“Piss off!”

“Bring back the Golden Fleece, the Golden Dragon Slayer!”

“Kidnap me!”

“The Golden Apple Gardener, the Dragon Cry Song Creator, and the Celestial Flower Gardener have arrived!”

“Here he comes!”

You’ve given me so many nicknames.

The banquet hall was splendid.

Typical Greek temple style.

The central marble table is filled with nectar and ambrosia.

Beside the pillar, beautiful fairies play golden instruments.

And the pilgrims.

The servant pilgrim holds a large fan, and the attendant pilgrim stands with his back bent.

They send me jealous looks, but I just ignore them.

Instead, I looked at the ceiling.

Originally, this was a space where flowers from the underworld should have bloomed in abundance.

It has now been replaced by Celestial Flower.

That’s why the atmosphere was completely different from what I saw in the game.

The game had a bit of a dark and gloomy atmosphere, but here it feels bright and cheerful.

Reminiscent of pre-Gigantomachia Olympus.

“This is awesome.”

How long have I been sitting at the table?

A man appeared out of nowhere.

The baby angels try to say something, but the man slaps their hands away.

A man wearing an ancient Roman breastplate and a red feather helmet.

Sparkling eyes with a refreshing impression.

The man looked at the celestial flower and chuckled.

“Cheon Sang-hwa. It’s been a really long time.”

I know who it is.

Although he doesn’t have a large role in Arcane Seoul, he is a god who has illustrations and a voice.

I stood up and greeted him politely.

“hello.”

“Do you know me?”

“Yes. Aren’t you the proclaimer of victory?”

The herald of victory.

That is, Mars.

The ancient Roman Empire’s military god and the patron god of present-day Italy.

And the original master of Mars’ gladiator technique.

“Huh. That’s pretty good. I like you. Okay. Let’s do this.”

Mars chuckled.

Then he dropped a bombshell offer.

“You, be my apostle.”