Just as Atalanta had said, the location of the Golden Fleece was none other than Medea's birthplace.
The foreign prince was warmly welcomed by King Aeëtes of Colchis—Medea's own father.
This prince had brought with him the golden ram, which he slaughtered as an offering to Zeus, thanking the King of the Gods for saving him from disaster.
The Golden Fleece was then left as a gift for Aeëtes.
The king, in turn, dedicated the precious fleece to Ares, the God of War, and had it nailed to a sacred grove in his honor.
An oracle told him that if the Golden Fleece were ever lost, he too would perish completely.
Thus, he commanded a fearsome, mighty dragon to guard it.
And so, this was the origin of the Golden Fleece, and the task that awaited the crew of the Argo.
Medea looked at the massive wooden ship on the screen with confidence.
"Come now, watch my performance. I guarantee it will be countless times better than yours!"
She was, after all, the famed witch of Greek myth—Granddaughter of Helios, the second Sun God, and the Oceanid Perse.
A true demigod by blood, her status was in no way inferior to that of Gilgamesh, who was also half-divine.
Gifted with extraordinary magical talent, she became the student of Hecate, the goddess of magic and fortune.
Hecate herself was a second-generation Titan goddess, ruler of [Opportunity] and [Magic], with terrifying power over fate itself.
Her status was so special that even Zeus had to give her respect.
"Oh, I'll be watching," Atalanta said, her gaze sharpening.
In the video—Atalanta's behavior had indeed been a little embarrassing, completely at odds with her usual fierce and decisive hunter image.
Since she had made a fool of herself, she had to make sure the other side looked even worse.
Just then, a group of children approached, looking at the two of them with cautious curiosity.
Atalanta smiled.
"These are some of the more talented children. They'll probably be your future students, so why don't we let them watch your grand performance?"
"Of course!" Medea agreed easily.
As a world-famous and powerful witch, if she had decided to become a teacher, she naturally intended to completely win over her students.
The children gazed at her with awe and expectation, and Medea suddenly understood why her own teacher had accepted her as a student.
This feeling—being admired and revered by one's pupils—was absolutely intoxicating!
Once they saw her feats in the Age of the Greek Gods, these students would admire her even more.
Just thinking about it filled her with delight.
On the screen—
A dashing young hero cautiously regarded the sudden arrivals.
"I am Jason, captain of the Argo. You're here to join this voyage as well?" he asked seriously.
"Yes," Nameless replied with a nod.
"Good. Then from here on, we are companions. Let's sail together to the legendary island of Colchis!" Jason said, nodding again.
Jason had been raised by the centaur Chiron, who taught him many great skills.
He had set out to reclaim the throne stolen by his uncle—only to be told he must bring back the Golden Fleece in exchange.
Thus, Jason had gathered adventurers from all over Greece, building a ship like no other—
The Argo!
At first uneasy, Jason gained confidence upon seeing his mighty crew.
Standing at the bow, he called out loudly:
"My friends, let us conquer the seas together, claim the Golden Fleece, drink fine wine, and return in glory—set sail!"
Heracles strode forward, muscles bulging, and single-handedly pushed the massive ship from the shore into the water.
His unmatched strength drew cheers from everyone on the shore.
Seeing his fellow disciple of Chiron, Jason felt more certain than ever of success.
"Set sail!"
The heroes waved to the crowd as they departed, voices ringing with vigor.
And yet—
Shortly after leaving port…
They were already drinking like mad.
Mash leaned toward Nameless.
"Senpai, won't this slow us down?"
"You'll get used to it," Nameless replied with a twitch of his mouth, flatly refusing Heracles' attempt to toast him with a wine barrel.
====
Modern-day Greece—
Not far from Atalanta and Medea, the summoned Heroic Spirit Jason watched the massive audience with a satisfied smile.
He was now the guardian Heroic Spirit of Greece, enjoying the adoration of the entire nation.
After the release of The Gods of Olympus Video, he immediately had the people gather to witness his glorious exploits.
The crowd was buzzing:
"I can't wait to see Lord Jason in action!"
"I wonder who was stronger back then—Lord Jason or Heracles?"
"When the video is done, we can select the greatest moments of Lord Jason to show the people!"
…
With [Alaya]'s videos, there was no such thing as takedowns, censorship, or skipping ahead.
Everyone in the world watched simultaneously—like the most considerate video uploader ever.
Jason watched himself and the other heroes guzzling wine and tearing into meat, smiling faintly.
"In those days, that's just how heroes were—free and bold."
After all, surviving in the era of the gods was no small feat—of course they'd eat and drink heartily.
Greece was truly a nation of warriors!
The video continued.
One scene after another flashed by, and Jason's expression stiffened.
Why did this suddenly feel like public shaming?
Because in the footage—
The legendary Argonauts, famed throughout myth, began "helping" villagers who were under threat.
They easily drove off the bandits and thieves, beheading them as trophies.
Then—
They became the bandits themselves!
They forced the villagers to "voluntarily" hand over their wealth and women.
Modern viewers were stunned:
SinMommy-[These guys call themselves heroes? More like glorified bandits!]
LoliConnoisseur-[Makes sense—just think of them as mob bosses collecting protection fees.]
4thWarPTSD-[Wait a second… doesn't this sound exactly like the Fourth Calamity?]
FifthTimeGooning-[Holy crap, you're right! In games, I help NPCs, then loot every chest in their house until nothing's left!]
…
"Tsk, these so-called heroes are no different from the Fourth Calamity!" Kirina muttered.
As a hardcore gamer, he knew the type well—players who boasted:
We are the Fourth Calamity!
Show us a health bar, and we'll kill even a god!
Behind such heroic slogans lay all manner of thievery and extortion.
Every time they entered an NPC's home, they smashed barrels, overturned tables, and stole everything not nailed down.
"In ancient times, that was pretty normal," Cu Chulainn said, rubbing his nose.
In his day, heroes were much the same—and even he, the so-called Child of Light, had done his share of questionable deeds.
"Britain…" Artoria started to object—
But in her time, there had been plenty of knights who, beneath their chivalrous oaths, were nothing more than brigands.
If Nameless hadn't appeared when he did back then, she might have been killed by such men.
So she only said softly,
"Nameless is a perfect hero and knight—more so than any so-called hero or knight could ever be."
"Agreed…" Sanjiro looked a bit embarrassed.
Plenty of people had praised him before, but hearing it face-to-face was something else entirely. And him agreeing seems like I'm glazing myself!
"Exactly. Among a pack of bandit-heroes, Nameless is like a flower rising unstained from the mud," Kirina said with a click of his tongue. "Faced with such a flawless hero, no wonder even Atalanta—who swore never to love a man—was moved."
On screen, the huntress naturally leaned against Nameless's left side, glancing casually past Mash on his right.
"You really are different from these people," Atalanta said with a faint huff.
"Perhaps it's simply a different upbringing," Nameless replied, watching the returning, loot-laden heroes with a sigh. "What people need is not a hero, but a king who can lead them to a happy future."
"You want to be that king?" Atalanta's eyes lit up slightly.
"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. And I am but a nameless passerby," Nameless said, shaking his head lightly.
He was only carrying the mission of restoring Proper Human History — things like fame and glory meant nothing to him.
Joining the voyage of the Argo was merely a step to complete Athena's trial and secure the aid of the Olympian gods.
"You really are different…"
Atalanta lifted her gaze toward the moonlight, muttering softly.
That so-called group of heroes — all of them together — couldn't compare to the man standing beside her.
Then, during their voyage—
The sea suddenly began to churn violently, and a small island emerged from the water.
Standing atop it was an extraordinarily beautiful young girl.
She looked over the ship full of heroes and called out loudly:
"Honored heroes, may I have a moment of your time? I wish to tell you about our god!"
"Prepare for battle!"
Without hesitation, Jason gave the order.
From the moment they set sail, he knew that terrifying monsters would await them on the open sea.
"It seems you're unworthy to be followers of our god… then die for me!" The girl's mouth split open, revealing two rows of razor-sharp teeth.
And then — from beneath the "island" at her feet — dozens of monstrous tentacles, each tens of meters long, began to lash out.
The beautiful maiden was nothing more than a disguise for the monster.
Battle erupted instantly.
The heroes without ranged attacks were forced to remain on the ship, desperately fending off the tentacles.
Nameless and Atalanta fired arrow after arrow, bombarding the monster relentlessly.
However—
Even when a tentacle was blown apart, it instantly regenerated, as if nothing had happened.
"We need someone to cut off the monster's head!"
Nameless looked seriously at the captain in front of him.
"Huh? How are we supposed to get over there?"
Jason swallowed nervously.
The monster was in the sea — its tentacles could easily snatch up any hero.
And the maiden's head was well-protected, surrounded by a powerful magical barrier that effortlessly deflected arrows.
"That's where the strongman next to you comes in."
Nameless glanced at the future Heracles.
"No problem!"
Heracles nodded without hesitation.
He seized Jason, stood at the ship's bow, and began spinning him at high speed.
"Ahhh! Put me down!!"
Jason screamed, but it was no use — with Heracles' unmatched strength, he hurled Jason directly at the monster—
[The Spinning Thrusting Swordsman!]
Whoosh!
Like an arrow, Jason shot through the writhing tentacles, his sword slicing straight toward the maiden's head — and severing it in one blow!
The countless flailing tentacles instantly went limp.
The monster was dead!
Back on the ship, Jason returned in a sorry state, fuming:
"What if something had happened to me?!"
"But we solved the problem."
Nameless patted his shoulder with a smile.
"In the future, history will record that you slew this monster with your own hand. You'll be sung of as a great hero by all!"
The peanut gallery exploded with laughter—
FuyukiGasLeak-[Lmao, Nameless basically just used Jason as a Noble Phantasm!]
FateShit-[When you can't think of a plan, just yeet the captain.]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[Jason: I'm the captain! Nameless: Son, you're the ammo.]
—
In the real world, Fuyuki City.
Chin Kyu's eyes lit up:
"I knew it! Nameless and I are the same kind of man!"
"Don't get any ideas. You're nothing alike," Komei said, instantly stepping back.
"Look at this! Nameless, just like me, knows how to make the best use of his allies!"
Chin Kyu pointed at the screen, where Jason was being thrown.
The man was a swordsman with no way to approach the monster at range.
But under Nameless' suggestion, Heracles simply hurled him like a projectile, letting him finish the fight in one strike.
A flawless strategy!
"Except Jason lived," Komei muttered, twitching his lips.
The surface might look the same, but the essence was completely different.
Nameless ensured his allies survived while maximizing their abilities.
Chin Kyu's approach, on the other hand, was to guarantee their deaths while maximizing their impact like a shooting star.
"Details, details! When I meet Nameless, I'm definitely teaming up with him. He gets me!"
Chin Kyu beamed at the screen.
"…Right."
Komei decided to keep his distance from this man.
If Nameless ever cut him down, at least he wouldn't get splattered with blood.
====
The video continued.
Jason paused, then asked, "Is that really true?"
"It's true!" Mash nodded firmly.
In the myths she knew, Jason was sung of as a great hero, though… the ending wasn't so great.
"Oh… well, okay then."
Jason dropped the matter.
These two came from the future — of course they'd know his fate. If he'd truly be remembered as a great hero, then there was no problem.
The Argo sailed on.
They fought again and again — sea monsters, coastal bandits, and all manner of beasts.
Countless scenes flashed by.
After trials worthy of the "eighty-one hardships," they finally arrived at Colchis.
Heracles had left partway to continue his Twelve Labors. After all, Athena's trial was meant for Nameless — it had little to do with him.
Atalanta had also departed under Artemis' orders.
Upon landing—
They entered the royal palace.
Jason stood before the king.
"Your Majesty, I've suffered my uncle's persecution since childhood. To have my revenge, I must obtain the Golden Fleece!"
He explained the whole story without hiding anything.
"You are honest," the king said, "but the Golden Fleece is our nation's treasure. I cannot simply give it to you."
From his throne, the king held up two fingers.
"If you can complete two tasks, I'll give it to you."
"What tasks?" Jason's eyes lit up.
"First — at dawn, yoke my two divine bulls, plow the field, sow the teeth of a venomous dragon, and by nightfall, reap an army of warriors. The second — slay the dragon that guards the Golden Fleece, and take it yourself."
Each task was harder than the last.
Jason's face went pale.
When they left the palace—
He asked desperately, "Nameless, what should I do?"
"Captain, as long as we keep moving forward, the flower of hope will bloom. So — don't stop." Nameless clapped his shoulder.
"Then I'm doomed!"
Jason's face turned even paler.
That dragon could devour dragon-slaying heroes whole — it had eaten countless mighty warriors.
The scene shifted.
A purple-haired girl appeared.
She stood in her magical workshop, gazing into a small mirror.
In it, Jason, Nameless, and the others could be seen.
This girl was, of course, the princess of Colchis—
Medea.
Humming a little tune, she glanced at her reflection in a large shining mirror beside her.
"Holding this staff that marks me as a witch, my long purple hair flowing… beauty and talent so bright that even the sun must squint and praise me — who could she be?"
She twirled and beamed brightly—
"That's right — it's me, the little princess of Colchis, Medea!"
====
Modern Greece.
"You used to be like this?" Atalanta looked at her in amazement.
The difference between this cheerful young girl and the terrifying witch of legend was… enormous.
Not the same person at all!
"Of course it's me!"
Medea lifted her chin with extreme confidence, not a trace of shyness on her face.
As the genius student of the goddess of magic, she had every reason to be this self-assured.
And, being the granddaughter of the former sun god Helios, she wasn't wrong to say so.
"Oh right, that Hero King was like that too—Chuunibyou Gil and Old Wise King Gil are completely different!"
Atalanta recalled the leaked video she had seen earlier.
That world-famous King of Heroes had an embarrassingly dark chuunibyou past.
No one could connect the wise king from Absolute Demonic Front, who swore to protect his people to the death, with the edgy Gil from Unlimited Blade Works who wanted to kill countless people with the Holy Grail's black mud.
It was like a twisted case of developmental mutation!
At that moment, a group of children watching together exclaimed in awe,
"Teacher Medea is so pretty! She's amazing!"
"Hmph, of course. Now watch my performance!"
Medea's smile was just as dazzling as it was in the video.
As the top-class genius magus, she was far too proud to ever be "conquered" by anyone.
====
The video continued.
While admiring herself in the mirror, Medea suddenly noticed in the nearby magical projection that the silent figure—Nameless—was looking straight at her.
His lips moved, forming a greeting: "Hello, little princess."
"Eh? How can you see me?"
Medea was instantly stunned.
She, the top genius magus, had been caught spying!
Nameless continued in lip-speech: "Little princess, want to see the treasure I brought?"
"Hmph, as if I'd care… But, well, I suppose I'll be generous and take a look."
With a light snort, Medea didn't refuse.
If he could detect her scrying, his strength must be considerable.
No harm in meeting.
The scene cut back.
Jason suddenly said mysteriously, "Nameless, I've found the perfect method!"
"Uh, what method?" Nameless looked at him in surprise.
The hero who was trembling moments ago now wore a smug expression.
"You'll find out soon enough!"
Jason didn't answer directly.
However—
[Alaya] very helpfully exposed everything Jason had done earlier.
It showed him going to the temple of Aphrodite, offering lavish gifts and praying: "O Goddess of Love, please make the princess of Colchis fall in love with me!"
Hummm~
The statue glowed faintly.
The goddess agreed to his wish!
Countless viewers clicked their tongues in disbelief.
A great hero… using backdoor methods like this!?
Watching the video, Dr. Roman frowned slightly. "So that's why Cupid appeared at the banquet in the myths!"
In the Golden Fleece chapter of Greek mythology—
The king had prepared a grand banquet to host this group of bandits—
Oh wait, no, this group of great heroes.
If they weren't treated properly, they could instantly turn into bandits, forcing a confrontation.
Luckily, the king was a demigod himself and not overly intimidated.
Medea attended the banquet and instantly became the center of attention—Only to be struck by one of Cupid's arrows, making her fall madly in love with Jason.
But Roman knew that in reality, the two Heroic Spirits hadn't interacted much at all after being summoned.
Now, [Alaya]'s exposé was about to reveal the truth.
"So, what happened next?"
Da Vinci was growing more curious by the second.
Under their expectant gazes—Medea accepted the invitation and came over to the two men.
The princess's visit made Jason grin and mutter under his breath, "The goddess is amazing, it worked so fast?"
However—
She walked right past him without even a glance.
"..."
The scene instantly became a little awkward.
Countless viewers burst out laughing.
The princess instead stopped beside Nameless and calmly asked, "So, what's this great treasure you want to show me?"
"A miracle."
Nameless confidently revealed a magic circle.
It was a genuine Holy Grail summoning circle!
A true miracle of magecraft!
"Incredible! This magic circle… it can summon across timelines!" Medea's eyes lit up, astonished.
The magic of the Third Magic, enough to impress even the proudest genius magus.
With a serious face, she asked, "You're using something this precious… to trade for the Golden Fleece?"
"Yes. I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. I'd like your help."
Nameless replied earnestly.
Beside them, Jason's jaw dropped.
Where had this guy come from? He was nothing like the hero Jason knew.
At that moment—
Jason's earlier prayer took effect.
A small winged figure appeared in the distance, bow drawn, arrow nocked. The red, heart-shaped arrow of love streaked toward them.
But to Jason's shock—its target was Nameless!
Why?
I prayed to the goddess first—why is she aiming at him?!
Even more shocking—
Nameless's eyes suddenly turned black and white. He drew his sword and slashed the arrow in midair, cutting it cleanly in two!
Flatly rejecting the "gift" being offered.
"Why would you refuse?"
Medea stared in surprise.
"As I said before—only a willing, equal exchange. I'm just a passerby; I can't take responsibility for your life." Nameless answered seriously.
The viewers were floored—
GigglesThenShit-[Damn, he can even cut down Cupid's arrow—definitely a Grand Assassin!]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[Nameless is a true hero of justice—fair and upright with everyone, no shortcuts!]
GoatedBalls-[Jason: …The clown was me all along?]
MonaLigmaBalls-[Respect. Knowing you can't bear the weight of someone's future, and refusing cleanly—this is peak integrity.]
…
Once struck by Cupid's arrow, one would fall madly in love.
A princess of unmatched beauty throwing herself at you—who could refuse?
But Nameless did, without hesitation, shattering the arrow. It left a deep impression on everyone watching.
It also revealed more than ever what kind of person he was.
In the video—
The princess's eyes lit up.
"Then… can I go on a spontaneous witch's journey with you?"
"Mm… I'd advise against it. I'll be heading to the Underworld, across the ocean, and into all sorts of dangerous places."
Nameless shook his head. "Right now, I just want to trade this for your help."
"Fine."
Medea pouted slightly.
She handed over two potions: "This one will drive the serpent-fanged warriors mad. This one will boost your strength several times over to subdue the divine bulls."
"Much obliged."
Nameless passed the potions to the man beside him.
"Your turn, great hero."
"..."
Jason opened his mouth but suddenly felt… like a tool.
"Don't forget, getting the Golden Fleece is your mission!" Mash reminded him.
"…Yeah, my mission…"
Jason accepted the potions.
But why did it feel like he was just extra baggage?
Next—
Under countless watchful eyes—
The first and hardest trial began.
The king and countless spectators watched with schadenfreude-filled smiles.
Jason, clad in armor and armed with sword and shield, stood tall in the morning light. Two bronze-hoofed, fire-breathing divine bulls charged at him.
And yet—
With sheer overwhelming strength, he forced the two bulls into submission.
The two divine bulls were forcibly made to start plowing the field.
King Aeëtes stared at the scene in shock.
The crowd erupted into cheers, witnessing the miracle of a mighty hero.
Jason swept his gaze toward the stands—
Only to see Medea clinging to Nameless, asking him questions, without even glancing his way!
"…"
Turning his grief into strength, Jason drove the two bulls to plow with all his might.
By evening, grotesque warriors armed with poisonous fangs emerged from the ground, charging at him in a frenzy.
However—
Under the effects of Medea's potion, the warriors went mad and began slaughtering each other.
Jason cut down the remaining warriors one by one with ease.
Before the astonished eyes of all, he completed the first trial.
The king hesitated for a moment before saying, "Congratulations on finishing the first task. Now go hunt the mighty Dragon of Colchis!"
That dragon had been sent by Ares himself.
Even he could not defeat it, let alone this group of people.
"Alright!"
Jason had won the trial, yet he felt as if he had lost completely in life.
Still, he had to admit—the feeling of winning was pretty great.
Especially beating up divine bulls and fang warriors while basking in the cheers of the masses.
It felt amazing!
So, should he thank Nameless?
Or… thank Nameless?
Jason asked,
"What should we do next? Should we just steal the Golden Fleece and run?"
"That's an option," Nameless nodded.
If it could be taken by cunning, it was naturally better to use the easier way. But… was it really okay to say such things in front of the princess?
At that moment, Medea's eyes lit up.
"Want me to steal the Golden Fleece for you?"
"…"
Nameless was instantly speechless.
As expected of a little angel—like Illya back then—who couldn't tell good from evil.
She could betray her own father without hesitation!
Right then—
A figure silently appeared.
Clad in blood-red armor, massive and muscular, he radiated an overwhelming, terrifying aura.
It was none other than the God of War, Ares!
Nameless politely greeted him.
"Greetings, Lord Ares."
"Foreigner, your task—kill the dragon head-on!" Ares declared before vanishing instantly.
The Twelve Labors set by the Olympian gods for Nameless had truly begun!
After Ares left, Medea looked at Nameless anxiously.
"Maybe… you should give up. That's an invincible magic dragon, far stronger than any demigod hero!"
"Relax, this is my trial."
Nameless smiled lightly.
"Damn it, you don't understand just how strong that dragon is!"
Medea gritted her teeth. "The Dragon of Colchis—its full name is Kuntukuta Katikout Suwasilason—you have no chance of winning!"
That magic dragon had been personally raised by the God of War, and was far more fearsome than the Moon Goddess's magic boar!
The more Jason heard, the more uneasy he became.
"Uh… do I have to go too?"
"You don't need to. I'll go alone," Nameless replied.
"Thank you! You're truly a good man!"
Jason let out a huge sigh of relief and looked at him with deep gratitude.
Even with the bulls, he had relied on Medea's potion to succeed. Facing a terrifying dragon—he simply didn't have the courage.
This was truly a great man!
The modern-day viewers watching the video were collectively speechless—
SuckDickGoldie-[Damn, Jason, this is just pathetic.]
RonaldDuck-[Jason's black history exposed—this is worse than the King of Heroes' embarrassment!]
LegallyRetarded-[Heracles's twelve labors were set by a mortal. Nameless's labors are one from each of the Twelve Olympian Gods.]
…
In modern Greece—
Atalanta looked at the video and couldn't help but laugh. "Medea, and you said you wouldn't be 'won over'?"
The concern written all over her face was undeniable evidence—impossible to refute.
"No way! I was just… just a little concerned, that's all."
Medea's voice carried a hint of guilt.
As the video focused more on her, it brought back countless memories.
"Just concerned?"
Atalanta's gaze sharpened.
"It's just curiosity! Not affection at all—I'm only curious about his identity!"
Medea tried to defend herself.
The children in the hall all turned their eyes toward her—
Each one looking more curious than the last.
And then—
In the video, the little princess said: "I can go with you to fight the dragon, but you have to confess to me first!"
Love is war!
With her pride, she could never confess first.
So, as long as the other party confessed, she would willingly risk her life to fight alongside him!
"Princess, you're adorable, but don't come with me into danger. Let me handle it alone."
Nameless smiled and shook his head, refusing her condition.
"Ahhh! You bastard, I'll bite you to death!"
The princess instantly flared up, grabbing his hand and biting down hard.
Two rows of small teeth marks appeared, only to vanish in an instant.
The hall fell silent.
It was just too awkward.
All the children stared blankly at Medea.
Atalanta gave her a sly smile.
"Oh, I see. So it's not that he confessed to you—it's that you confessed to him, and he turned you down!"
"…"
Medea was at a loss for words.
How did it turn into this?
She fell silent for a moment before stubbornly replying,
"No, he confessed to me! I didn't lose!"
"Oh, then let's keep watching."
Atalanta said no more—
All the more eager to see Medea's upcoming embarrassing moments and whether she could still maintain her proud "witch" image.
On screen—
A monstrous black dragon appeared, hanging ominously in the sky.
Behind it, hanging from a tree, was a glittering golden object—the Golden Fleece entrusted to it by the God of War.
The screen split into two—
A smaller frame showed the gods watching from above.
Ares snorted.
"Even if he is the prophesied savior, to earn my approval he must show true courage and battle-lust!"
"You really mean to make him fight the dragon alone?" Artemis frowned.
"Yes. That's what battle is!"
Ares was unyielding.
As the god of war, slaughter, and chaos, there was no such word as "retreat" in his dictionary. No matter the enemy, you punch first—and think about the rest later.
Plans? Who needs them!
"Ha. No wonder you never gained the Authority of Victory," Athena said mockingly.
A mindless brute.
Artemis looked worried. "That kid clearly intends to take the dragon head-on. I'm afraid something will happen to him."
The God of War's command was to kill the dragon in direct combat.
And Nameless clearly understood that.
So this time, he would not retreat—
Nor would he use the same tactic he had with the magic boar.
Such methods would be despised by the God of War.
Only by defeating the dragon fair and square would he complete the trial and earn Ares's blessing and support.
Under the eyes of the three gods—
And the gaze of all the spectators—
The battle began.
ROAR!
The dragon let out a deafening cry, its hundred-meter wings stirring up a violent gale.
From its gaping maw, a torrent of fire burst forth, sweeping toward Nameless.
"Senpai, watch out!"
"Be careful!"
Mash and Medea cried out at the same time.
In front of this dragon, humans truly appeared far too insignificant.
However—
When the flames finally dissipated, they found that Nameless had not been harmed in the slightest.
Bathed in fire, he gripped his longsword and suddenly charged toward the dragon.
"ROAR!"
The dragon bellowed again, swinging its massive tail straight toward him.
Under that strike, towering trees were smashed apart like brittle stalks of straw.
A surge of overwhelming force swept in all directions.
Facing this brutal blow, Nameless boldly chose to meet it head-on.
He projected the Sword of Promised Victory and poured magical energy into it:
"Excalibur!"
A blinding column of light formed instantly and slashed toward the dragon's incoming tail.
BOOM!
A mushroom cloud rose at the point of impact, a devastating shockwave tearing through the surroundings.
Mash quickly raised her shield, stepping in front of Medea.
Even Jason, who was hiding several kilometers away, looked on in awe at the sight.
When the dust finally cleared—
The dragon's tail had been severed by Nameless's savage strike!
"ROAR!"
The dragon's roar of agony shook the heavens.
At that moment—
Nameless's eyes shifted once more into black and white.
The world within his gaze also turned monochrome.
An endless killing intent crashed down upon the dragon.
Though his human body was small, he charged at the massive beast with overwhelming dominance. The dragon opened its fanged maw, gathering endless fire to incinerate him on the spot.
But—
Nameless moved faster than lightning.
His holy sword reached the corner of the dragon's mouth in an instant, cutting savagely from there up along its neck.
A hideous wound stretched from its throat all the way to its back.
Then—
Light burst from the holy sword once more as he brought it down in another ferocious swing.
CRACK!
The dragon's thick neck was severed on the spot, its massive head crashing heavily to the ground.
The magic it had been gathering in its mouth erupted, blowing its head to pieces.
Blood sprayed wildly, drenching the earth in red.
Bathed in dragon's blood, Nameless looked up toward the gods in the sky and said calmly:
"I have completed the trial."
Three gods appeared before him.
Ares gazed at him with clear approval.
"Good. This is what a true warrior is! I grant you my blessing—Bloodthirsty Fury—the longer you fight, the stronger you become!"
"I grant you victory. From this day forth, you shall never know defeat!" Athena's smile softened.
"Now, begin your Trial of the Gods! You shall gather the power of the deities and become a god-blessed hero who surpasses even the divine!"