Greek Demon Myth

37 – Pretty Good Friends

If there is only one absolute rule in the long history of Cheonma Shinkyo, which spans 10,000 years, it is the law of the weak and the strong.

Only the strong reign and only the strong rule, and as the ruler of Surado, the land of endless war, Asura’s agent, he rises to the absolute level to subdue the hypocritical political faction that occupied the vast and rich land of Central Plains.

So, most of the Demonic Cult leaders were owners of powerful martial arts that would dominate the world, but how did this person become the leader? There were also those who raised questions.

A representative example would be Gugeosintu, my master of stealth and stealth.

As if riding a chariot that says that there is no place in the world that can not be entered, there is no place that can not be entered, whether it is Daeseo-gak of the Gupabang or Bigo of the Five Greats.

He said that he went into the old file room’s hidden remarks and swept all kinds of treasures.

He hid in the bedroom of Kangho Jeilmi, who was said to be the flower of Namgung Sega, and has been bossing her.

When I trained with him, I used to solve bizarre rumors that made me confuse whether this was the leader of the Demonic Cult or the first-class master of Haomen.

However, when I carefully find and open his remarks hidden in Mt. The disciple was simply moved and moved by the grace of the great teacher.

“So the moment I release the last jinbeop and open the door!”

“Moment?”

“…What are you talking about? The golden Buddha, no, the statue of God that the esoteric monks from across Daesan brought back hundreds of years ago is staring down at me! Beneath it, dozens of sacred objects and a mountain of gold and silver treasures dazzle in the light of Yamyeongju embedded in the ceiling!”

“Hiya…! My mouth waters just thinking about it… No, it’s fantastic!”

As you think.

I nodded to Hermes, who quietly grinned and thumped his feet excitedly at the story of the giant deaf ear as I thought.

When the blonde, curly god named Hermes met me.

Even though it was only for a short while, the emotions that passed over his face were clearly wariness and perplexity.

On top of that, the quiet conversation with Chiron that didn’t come right away earlier and Hermes’ reaction to the tea I tested out.

As Pasos is an island city in the north, it was rare for followers of Hermes to stop by on pilgrimage, and the main religions also tended to enshrine Ares, the god of war, and Poseidon of the sea.

But when I presented Joongwon, especially Xinjiang-style medicinal tea, the reaction that came out was that there was no such custom in Pasos?

This fast-footed god did a thorough background investigation on me, and as a result, he must have found out something about me that I didn’t know and wanted to take a look at me.

I wondered if the king of the gods sent me to monitor or take coordinates because of the incident in which Artemis saw blood on my hands.

In that case, he would have returned after watching from a distance instead of having a direct interview like this.

‘Then Chiron? Well, I was very surprised that he was comparable to that Hercules’

If Chiron requested it, I could understand it to some extent.

In the first place, he received an oracle that he seemed to know in a dream and came all the way to Pasos to bring me back.

If you are close with Hermes, you might be able to ask him to collect information.

If you found out a secret about me while collecting information at Chiron’s request and approached with caution, what would that secret be?

‘Is this information about my blood?’

The thunderbolt-like power that Hercules showed, perhaps the power and result that should be called divine power, is exactly the opposite, but my god demon machine showed similar abilities.

And most of all, if I recall the gigantic existence beyond the fog that came to me in my dream when I passed out earlier, there is a high probability that it is my mother or father, and it is not the god of Olympus.

Then who is it?

Who is it that the god who laughs so cheerfully at the anecdote of the ghost god that I released makes me wary of the still feeble man?

That answer was the purpose for which I now unsparingly tell the story of my previous life.

Even if that wasn’t the case, to be honest, Hermes was a pretty good opponent.

Speak when you talk, listen when you listen, concentrate well, and react well.

How much I suffered from the 12 superficial youngsters of thousands of years.

Among them, there were people who showed the aspect of a truly respectable teacher, such as Gwangpungsinchang or Mangyanggwieum.

Most of them were old friends who were fed up with the boring three-do-cheon life of being alone with children, and when I looked at them, they would give me a slice of latte from the old days.

If I had become a member of the Demonic Cult, or at least a Murim person, each of those stories and words would have been a precious and precious secret of the Murim.

At the time, I was a pitiful Korean who was kidnapped after witnessing the grim reaper in charge head-on, right before I died and crossed the Samdocheon.

I had to listen to the boring stories until I memorized them with all my might, reviving the experience of dealing with the truth during part-time work in the past.

If you doze off or get distracted even a little bit, the instructor punch comes right away, so it can be said that it was a bloody day.

“…That’s how I returned home with military funds to fight against the corrupt cult leader’s family, and a gift to present to the brother-in-law who follow me and later become the Four Heavenly Kings.”

“Hiya! It was a great story. I can’t believe there was such a history in a land I don’t know.

If I get a chance later, I definitely want to look for it.”

“If your wings guide you to that land, give me the name of a ghost or a demon to a million demons who dwell beyond the peaks of a hundred thousand mountains. They will probably treat you extremely well.”

Unexpectedly, Hermes seemed to believe all of the stories I told him about Moorim in the midfield.

Compared to Greece in the age of mythology, Korea, where I lived, and even the midfield Murim, are a story of a distant future.

I started talking by revealing that I was a person who had crossed over from a roughly different world.

I was a little worried that this god would believe this, but fortunately, Hermes listened intently to the fact that it was a story from another world.

I was naturally talking about the grand thief Gwigeosintu and his remarks that robbed the entire midfield.

“If that’s the case, I will definitely do as you say. If one day this business becomes a little lighter, I will definitely say it.”

As if excited to think about it, Hermes was happy like a child who heard that a gift was being delivered.

“But when you hear that I am a soul from another world, do you take it lightly?”

“What? It was done by the night of the beginning, not by anyone else, so how could anything be impossible?”

Bingo.

I wonder if the hard work was worthwhile. Hermes gave me the answer I wanted in response to the lightly asked question.

“The beginning of the night?”

As I tilted my head, pretending not to know, Hermes smiled.

“How is it worth it that you diligently told the story of your hometown and the great thief?”

Oops.

As if a little revenge for what I had scooped up earlier, the attractive messenger god with golden curly hair grinned and raised the corners of his mouth.

“As an answer to the boldness of arguing with God and a bizarre and surprising story that has never been heard anywhere else in the world. I’ll give you one chance”

“How about an opportunity?”

“A chance to ask one question to the messenger of the gods, who knows nothing about Greece.”

Is it my turn to take the test this time?

Laughing softly and extending his hand to me, Hermes said in a dramatic tone like a skilful actor.

“Hmm…”

“Just talk. From the most beautiful woman in the world, a mountain of gold and silver treasures comparable to the secret of the mysterious thief you mentioned! Even delicacies that cannot be found even if you search all over Greece and the sea! I’ll tell you anything”

The Twelve Gods, who were the most powerful religious leaders in the history of the Heavenly Demon Church.

The Twelve Gods of Olympus who rule Greece, where all kinds of monsters and heroes reign.

If there is one commonality among powerful beings who have lived for such a long time, it is that they pursue their own fun in anything they do.

Hungry for stimuli, whether they are different from what they expected or not, they seek entertainment even in small things like this, and enjoy seeing other people’s reactions.

Look at that handsome god.

Those bright eyes, smiling smirkingly as if they knew all the questions I was going to ask, but thinking about how to answer them and give them trouble!

Hagisa, as a messenger to my father and the king of the gods, Zeus, you are a deceit, born a trickster, who declared that you must not tell lies, and that you will not tell the whole truth. What more can I say?

However, I did not intend to miss this opportunity with his expected question.

“Then let me ask you a question”

“Whoah, calm down. Did you think well? Only once. As far as that question goes, I will not mix any lies. It is up to you how to judge that question.”

“….”

At first glance, it looked like a god worried about a young hero who would act recklessly for a precious opportunity, but this was written in his eyes.

‘Honey’ ‘Jam!’

‘Anyway, the strong youngsters…’

While shaking my head inwardly, I refined my clothes and looked straight at him and nodded.

“Okay. Then, I will ask the Lord of Olympus, the Master of Caduceus, who knows everything about the world.”

“Yes, I am listening. Young believer”

This hedonistic trickster bastard.

Let’s see where you think you are.

“Who is the one who sent you, who sheltered me and protected Atalanta earlier?”