Greek Demon Myth

10 – The Tyrant Hero Hercules

The patients who had been groaning at the command of the violent tyrant became quiet, and the two defeated commanders gnashed their teeth at the tyrant’s gaze.

“Weak! Weak! Was all you thinking about a snake trap? Ha ha ha!”

“Keep it off!! That, that crazy wild boar…!”

“The crow will bite you!”

A trump trap set by the sons of Hephaestus and the artisans of the Technical Department with all their might last night.

A tactic concocted by mobilizing all the equipment learned in the Forest of Heroes and all the heroes and war history of the past.

Theseus and Jason gnashed their teeth at the laughter of the tyrant who laughed at everything, but they couldn’t help it.

The tyrant was strong enough to tolerate ridicule.

“hahahahaha! As promised, the ration of wine for you this evening is mine?”

“Oooooh!! Tyrant! Get away!”

“Suck blood! Monster!”

“Go away, tyrant!”

“What is Thanatos doing! Don’t take that monster bastard!”

“Ha ha ha ha! Yes, howl to your heart’s content, losers! Anyway, the wine is mine!”

A young tyrant who laughs loudly without giving up even an inch while taking the treatment center’s complaints head-on.

His arrogant grin, his black hair like a lion’s mane, gleamed intensely with the intoxication of his victory.

The son of Alcmene and the prince of Mycenae. A man born to strangle a snake and a tyrant of the Forest of Heroes.

Hercules.

Everyone in this room was a tyrannical tyrant and an acknowledged warrior.

Even those arrogant remarks and condescending glances were Hercules, so I had no choice but to admit them.

Who would object? At that age, his martial arts rivaled that of his teacher, Chiron, and his monstrous strength, reminiscent of a titan, was so ruthless that no one could match it.

“Hercules… Let’s see. There are still about seventy-two tricks left to catch you!”

“Tactical Division Don’t think too hard today! I need to come up with a tactic for that bastard to raise his hands and surrender!”

“I’ll accept it as much as you like! Come on!”

The air in the infirmary heated up with the shouts of the warriors.

One as the arrogant king, the other as the challenger, and as always, they were fiercely fighting each other.

“What kind of bastard broke down the door?”

“Hyak?!”

Where did the king who laughed arrogantly go? Hercules shrugged his shoulders at the voice that flew from behind him and retreated.

It wasn’t just Hercules.

“Cool Cool”

“Mnya, Mmnya”

The warriors who raised their immature bodies and shouted at the tyrant instantly collapsed like corpses and closed their eyes.

“Oh, my dear Jason, the pain of battle grieves me. Ah, like Hephaestus

It’s like hammering my head with an anvil”

“It must hurt a lot, my friend. May Apollo soothe your pain.”

The heroes of resourcefulness and intelligence who led them theatrically inspected each other’s wounds as if it had never happened, and did not even pay attention to the entrance where Hercules was standing.

‘Rain, cowardly bastards!’

“Is it you again? This wild boar Do you know how many times I blew the door this time!?”

He was a small boy.

A slender body with white hair. To pure white skin. And deep green eyes, even forest nymphs

It was attractive enough to make you scream like a girl.

Sickly handsome boys are the best or something.

However, the patients at this clinic, who knew even a little bit of his inside story, couldn’t look at him so thinly.

Asclepius.

A son of Apollo, a minor god who reigns over the Healing Center.

Their teacher Chiron is also a miracle healer who is said to have surpassed himself when it comes to medicine.

If Hercules was a tyrant in the Forest of Heroes, he was the god of this healing center.

No matter how long a tyrant may fly, he is just a humble human in the divine domain.

Looking at those green eyes, poisonous air soared, even Hercules felt sleepy.

“Me, me, me, there? As?”

“Do you have anything to say?

Scalpel, small drill, bone saw, hammer, iron stake, etc.

In the white hands of Asclepius, bloody medical instruments began to appear one by one.

However, it was only a threat, and Hercules had already experienced how thoroughly this white healer could crush people.

This is the only thing that has already strangled two poisonous snakes since birth.

For a week, he had to get rid of all kinds of poisonous poison that came out of nowhere and mixed with whatever he drank or ate.

What was even worse was that the strength of the poisons was thoroughly calculated and measured, and they thoroughly aimed only at Hercules, so it tasted like death.

“I will fix it!”

“That is natural!! Why the hell!! Are you breaking down all the doors!! This is a treatment center!!

Don’t patients know that stability comes first!?”

Eventually exploded.

Like a dragon that spews fire or poisonous smoke from its mouth, Asclepius, nicknamed Asclepius, began rampaging for a long time.

Oh, I can’t stop that.

The nymphs and centaurs of the treatment center, who knew that no one could stop Ars once they ran out of control, retreated, boasting artistic backsteps.

Other students pretended to be dead more enthusiastically, rolling their eyes and sticking out their tongues as if they were corpses.

The two heroes, who have the nickname of wisdom and resourcefulness, have long been secretly out.

Without Master Chiron, who is the only break, that pure white bachelor’s wrath was solely Hercules’s share.

‘Father Zeus! Are you abandoning me like this!’

“I must have written it in front of it? When entering the clinic, never clean your hands and feet and even take a bath.

Come in clean, but you bastard didn’t even wash his hands and feet, let alone take a bath?”

“Hey, As?”

“Why”

“Why are you taking poison out of your pocket when you talk?”

“Why, is your body a normal body? To mix just enough not to die, look at the subject like this

Should be improved”

So what are you improving? The question

Soared in my throat, but I couldn’t bear to say it out of my mouth.

“Hey, aren’t we human? Yes? Aren’t they talented people who even learned rhetoric from the famous Master Chiron?”

“By the way?”

“So let’s solve it with our own words…”

Oh my God.

That Hercules. The tyrant who laughed at the head because it was only worn by those with weak bodies.

Are you trying to solve it with words?

They were praying to the gods they believed in, such as Apollo, Artemis, and Zeus, for the well-being of their ears and that wild boar, while contemplating whether to sleep at all while the students pretended to be dead.

-Poo-Pu-Pu-Pu-Pu-Poo~

“A trumpet?”

“Has it rang three times now?”

The sound of a huge horn echoed throughout the forest.

Once a monster appeared, twice an intruder, and three times a new student.

“A freshman?”

”Freshman!“

“I’m a freshman!!”

Students who had been stretched out like corpses jumped up and ran to the entrance like the dead who were awakened by Hades’ command.

“Freshmen! Ha ha ha ha! What kind of guy are you! Is a new challenger finally coming out!!”

And in front of them, a man of monstrous strength who laughed loudly with a face that said he had lived was running.

With a sense of relief that I lived, I vowed never to mess with the treatment center

* * *

“Hermi… What is this?”

I was at the Colosseum now.

As soon as Chiron arrived in the forest, the gatekeeper saw me and blew his huge horn three times.

Looking at that, Chiron took me to the arsenal and made me choose a weapon I liked.

Close to a thousand bright-eyed students brought me to the Colosseum, where they cheered with sparkling eyes.

– Freshmen! Freshman! Freshman!

“Wow… Is it a girl? You’re so pretty”

“Hey, where do you leave your eyes? You’re a boy”

“But something is unusual?”

Student men and women of about the age of teenagers buzzed in her audience with a variety of emotions.

But there are three that stand out the most.

“Oh, I can’t believe there is another person with such speculation. If you coax it well, the tactics you can use will double.”

“Doesn’t that friend know some bizarre ploy or technique?”

“……”

A handsome young man with gun-like eyes that reminds me of Gwihyeonsa, who served as my chief of staff in my previous life, and brown hair with an atmosphere that reminds me of General Geumuiwi.

And even at a glance, a black hair that flashes in his eyes saying he wants to fight.

“You can tell who is who just by looking at it, right?”

“Theseus, Jason, and Hercules in turn.”

Names that have appeared on the Internet, novels, books, and games countless times.

It was a new feeling to actually see such people.

‘They just look like extraordinary Jammins’

I must have aged a lot.

To think that the mythical heroes or whatever are just little boys with bright futures.

But what is certain is the power you can feel from them.

Each of them possessed similar powers to the divine power they felt while fighting against Artemis a while ago.

“Well, you can slowly look at the younger ones later…”

What I have to deal with right now is a seasoned half-man, half-horse right in front of me.

In my current state, he was a very tricky opponent.