Greek and Roman Mythology

All you need are the great goddesses and the beautiful women in this game.

Ah, if anything else is needed, you can hear examples of excellent weapons, armor, and gold and silver.

I'll leave it to the gods to rule and rule.

"Huh-huh-huh, yeah. You're Zeus' daughter?"

"Yes, is something wrong?"

Hercules and Atlas were talking as the currents were thinking for a moment.

Currently, he watched them talk quietly.

Atlas smiles as he looks up at his sharp teeth, sweating red.

"No, I don't. But... heh! I still hate the smell of him!"

"... what does that have to do with smell?"

"Heheheh heh, yeah. Doesn't matter, but why would Zeus' daughter be here?"

"I have a favor to ask."

"Please? Haha, yeah, what kind of favor?"

Atlas seemed to say, "If only both hands were free, just say whatever you want while beating your chest."

Hercules smiles, wondering if Atlas would do the favor.

Hercules had a favorable smile on his face, and Atlas smiled as he sweated.

"Then get me a golden apple."

"Golden apple?"

Atlas tilts his head, then nods, sighing.

Golden apple.

An apple with a golden skin, not red like a normal apple.

Of course, since the name is a golden apple, this analogy is basic, but this golden apple has an excellent taste and aroma unlike the general apple.

I can't even compare.

No, comparing myself to a golden apple is an apology.

Once chewed, the flesh fills the mouth with sweet juice and fragrant aroma, and the body recovers with a clean feeling as soon as it crosses the throat.

The golden apple is tastier and more precious than Nectar, which the gods drink.

Delicious to eat with a peel. Delicious to eat with a peel.

It also maintains the immortal freshness for months.

Sometimes Atlas remembers what his brother, who manages the tree with the golden apples, brought him, moaning and groaning.

"I know what you mean, but I'm sorry, I can't win. The child of Zeus."

"Yes? Why?"

"Tsk, tsk."

Atlas shakes his head and says, "Hercules is surprised."

No, like you said, and now you can't?

Atlas then shakes his head and emphasizes his condition.

"Look at me now. I can't move my body because I'm supporting a part of the sky. Unless you bring me a tree with golden apples, I cannot give you any."

"Well..!"

There you go.

Is this where we start?

Currents chuckle, looking at Atlas and Hercules.

Knowing the planned future may counteract the fun, but knowing the results makes my feelings of anticipation flutter in my mind.

Hercules bites his lip tightly, making a puzzled face.

Atlas still looks at Hercules with a single smile on his face.

"Well, I don't think there's no other way."

"Yes? What is it?"

"Hehehe, uh... that's the thing. Come closer."

Yeah? Yeah.

The currents frowned.

Seeing Hercules approaching naively, the currents were ready to move as soon as possible.

As Hercules approaches Atlas sweating his face, Atlas reaches out his head.

"Oops!?"

Surprised, Hercules tries to retreat, but Atlas moves faster.

Above all, they were very close to each other.

As the chaste lips of Hercules move first, so do the currents.

I pointed at Atlas's face by holding out a hanging spear with an elongated cone made of crafting.

Atlas pauses and rolls his eyes to look at the currents.

"Quit it."

"Tsk, by the way, there you are. What a pity."

Atlas, who struck his tongue as if it were a pity, stepped back and looked at Hercules, who was wary.

Hercules stares at Atlas, staggering.

"Tsk, don't stare at me like that."

"Tell me how to do it quickly."

"Cold... it's not that hard. If you can support a part of the sky for me... I'll go get a golden apple."

"Really? Can you swear on the Stix?"

"Of course."

Atlas gladly nods at Hercules and accepts.

Soon after, he made a vow and Hercules began to support a part of the sky instead.

"Khh... heavy."

"Gasoline, this sense of liberation! I don't know how long it's been!"

He was very much in contrast to Hercules who frowned and had a joyful look on his face.

As he relaxes, he grins at Hercules.

"Heavy, isn't it? Try harder."

"I'll get a golden apple in no time."

Hercules bites his teeth tightly and opens his eyes, unable to even answer Atlas' kind words.

It looks like it's hard, but I can't help her.

Currents follow Atlas as he walks.

Buzzing -

Atlas turns around and looks at the currents as he hears regular footsteps.

If I feel annoyed with my face, I can bend my fist.

Panic rises from Atlas' body and stares at the currents.

The beast feels like a beast in front of you.

As expected, he is a god like Zeus, ruler of Olympus.

He said bluntly.

"What is it?"

"No, it's no big deal. I'm just curious.I 've come to a place called the western edge of the land, but it's not fair to go without seeing a tree open with golden apples."

"...."

Atlas glances at him, throwing his bare hands in front of him as if not to be cautious. He turns away, slapping his tongue.

Atlas throws his fist at the current as he carefully follows behind him, saying, "Is that allowed?"

Quickly step back, using the darkness from the air as a shield.

Kwa-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ang!

A fist breaks through the wall of darkness and plunges it back into the ground, making a huge hole in the floor with a devastating sound of destruction.

The power of the Titans.

Currents may have been angry or attacked by this sudden burst of action, but they did not wipe their mouths.

Atlas frowns and swoops back and forth, saying he can't spit on his smiling face.

"You twisted brat. Khh, well... do whatever you want. Follow me or not, I won't help you if you're in danger of dying."

They're not gonna attack again, are they?

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Oh, I'm tired.

Fuckin 'dongle activity--

They even clean up after me. Sigh.

I'm so busy because of the war. Phew.

Have a nice day...