Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 342 Do Gods Fear the Powerful?

Medea gazed at her dead brother, the poor boy who had tried to bring his sister back but was killed by her.

Those bright eyes seemed to be in disbelief, her outstretched hand grasping in vain, as if trying to grab her sister, and her lips, about to open, held unspoken words.

"Sister, why?"

These words were never spoken, for he was already dead, his soul returned to the underworld. His body fell into the sea, rising and falling with the waves. Medea gazed at her brother's corpse, her eyes dimming.

At that moment, Jason gently embraced the princess from behind and whispered in her ear.

Medea, I am here.

Jason could feel Medea trembling in his arms; she was in pain, in pain that she had helped kill her brother.

Medea raised her head in confusion, gazing at Jason, her lips moving slightly.

Jason, now... I really only have you left.

She relinquished her status as a princess, defied her father, killed her brothers, and delivered the Golden Fleece, a treasured possession of the kingdom for generations, to her lover.

Now, besides Jason, she truly has nowhere to go and nothing left.

The Greek prince seized Medea's hand at the opportune moment and whispered his promise to her.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you, Medea."

Medea did not answer, but stared intently at him, her strange purple eyes fixed on the prince from a foreign land.

she asked.

"really?"

At this moment, Jason spoke firmly.

"Believe me! I will reclaim my throne and bring you happiness."

He believed that as long as he could reclaim his throne, he would be able to give Medea, and himself, an ideal and beautiful ending.

With the Golden Fleece in hand and his immense prestige, he didn't believe his uncle would dare to seize the throne. Even if he did, he could reclaim the kingdom as long as his friends on the ship were willing to help him.

Medea gazed at him, her beautiful purple eyes seeming to know a great deal, but in the end she nestled gently in Jason's arms and whispered.

"Well, I believe you."

Like any fairy tale, the brave prince, after a long adventure, seized the treasure, married the princess, and they lived happily ever after.

However, unseen by the two, three terrifying and hideous vengeful goddesses were watching. The sin of murdering one's own kin would surely be repaid.

The three Furies shrieked and flapped their wings as they flew away, casting a divine curse on the two before they left.

……

As the great hero overcame numerous obstacles, he also encountered his next target.

It was a giant boar from Mount Erymantus, just like the monster Artemis released in Calydon, which was also a plaything of the goddess of the hunt.

The goddess, who delights in killing and revelry, never hesitates to unleash disasters upon the human world.

As agreed, the great hero must complete ten great deeds to atone for his sin of killing his wife in his madness. This giant boar is the hero's fourth target after the Nemean Lion, the Hydra, and the Golden Deer.

For a great hero, if he couldn't kill the boar of Calydon, then using this ferocious boar, which was also released by Artemis, was perfectly acceptable.

However, just as the great hero found the rampaging wild boar in the mountains, the ruthless queen, who had been waiting all along, finally captured her prey in the sky.

Just as the great hero was about to tie up the giant boar, the celestial queen appeared once again in her chariot.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the god Zeus was about to descend. But it was not Zeus who descended, but the Queen of the Hunt.

Drawing back the bow, the golden arrow shot out as a streak of light.

"Kick!"

The golden arrow struck the lion skin worn by the great hero perfectly; even the arrow of the god could not pierce the invulnerable lion skin.

The great hero looked up and saw the Hunting Queen driving her chariot through the air, looking down at him as if he were prey caught in a trap.

"Bastard! Keep your head down!"

The goddess's angry rebuke rang out.

Mortals on earth are not worthy to look directly at the face of the gods, especially this proud, arrogant mortal who has humiliated himself.

The great hero had lost all reverence for the goddess, only impatience remained. He held his head high, showing no fear of her imposing presence.

"Artemis, if you don't want to be humiliated by me on the ground any longer, then leave!"

The goddess's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in anger, making her breath unsteady.

For this goddess, the time she was humiliated by Hercules was the worst she had ever suffered.

So the goddess charged toward Hercules once more.

The battle between the god and the demigod was earth-shattering; in comparison, that ferocious giant boar was nothing more than a docile little lamb.

The goddess shot her golden arrow at the demigod, but the great demigod lowered his head, and the arrow was blocked by the lion skin he wore. After several arrows proved ineffective, the goddess switched to her spear, ready to challenge the great hero.

The first thrust was blocked by the great hero's shield, but the sturdy shield shattered in the process.

The second thrust was blocked by the great hero's wooden club, which the hero had used for many years was knocked away.

The goddess wanted to strike a third time, but the great hero's counterattack arrived. The demigod's power was immeasurable. With a single punch, he sent the majestic goddess flying.

Before the goddess could react, just like before, the demigod mercilessly dragged her across the ground, stomped on her, and delivered a heavy punch. Then, grabbing the goddess's slender neck, the great hero roared.

"You bitch, try calling me a bastard again and see what happens!"

This can no longer be called a battle; it can only be described as humiliation.

A flicker of panic and fear flashed in the goddess's emerald green eyes, but her innate stubbornness and pride prevented her from bowing her head before this mortal.

She bit her lip with her pearly white teeth, stiffened her neck, and stared stubbornly at the great hero.

"You bastard..."

Before she could finish speaking, the hero's fist was already aimed straight at her face. With just one punch, the goddess's vision went black, and she almost fainted.

Then, the merciless hero slapped the goddess hard, forcibly waking her up, followed by a cold interrogation.

"Can you say that again."

"Bastard..."

Then came another punch.

This happened several times, and each time the goddess would stubbornly argue back, only to be met with a merciless punch. Finally, when the great hero questioned her again, the stubborn goddess was speechless.

A deep fear filled her emerald green eyes, which were slightly misty, and her body trembled slightly. At this moment, the goddess looked like a weak and helpless woman, completely devoid of her previous arrogance.

The goddess was afraid; she was afraid of the great hero.

The great hero stared into her eyes, his face indifferent.

"Are you convinced now?"

The goddess nodded in fear. This was no ordinary human, but a monster in human form. How could a mortal possibly do such things?

Even the snake on the shoulder was somewhat surprised by this scene.

Zeus, your daughter has been beaten like this, are you really not going to do anything about it?

If the serpent remembers correctly, this goddess of the hunt was quite favored by Zeus. But at this moment, he was probably just watching, doing nothing.

What are you thinking?
After confirming several times, the great hero gently released his grip and let go of the goddess. His actions were cautious; after all, the other party was a goddess, and it was hard to say whether she had any other tricks up her sleeve.

But he was clearly overthinking it. Once the goddess regained her freedom, she didn't look back, got back into her chariot, and drove it away into the horizon.

The dark clouds dispersed, and everything returned to bright sunshine.

The great hero watched the goddess's retreating figure, making sure she was truly terrified and would never dare to return, before finally tying up the giant wild boar.

Strangely enough, ever since he defeated the Goddess of Hunting, the great hero found his hunts incredibly easy. Prey was readily available, and even his arrows flew effortlessly, hitting their mark every time, without a single mistake.

So, after hitting his prey once again, the great hero gazed at the dead animal, pondering, and suddenly muttered to himself.

"Do gods...fear the powerful?"

On his shoulder, the snake nodded slightly, as if it understood Zeus's thoughts.

Do gods fear the powerful?

In a sense, yes.

The gods symbolize a certain order, and after Hercules utterly defeated the goddess of the hunt, the hunt itself submitted to this great hero. From then on, anything related to hunting was no longer a challenge for him.

Zeus was deliberately nurturing this great hero, using the gods as a whetstone for him.

When this great hero defeats all the gods in the world, it means that all things will submit to this invincible hero.

At that time, this great hero would truly be qualified to challenge himself.

The snake was coiled on the shoulder of this growing enemy, ready to strangle this future foe whenever it wanted.

but……

The snake's cold gaze fixed on the great hero, but it did nothing.

……

Years later, the great hero casually arrived in a city called Athens.

While resting in the city, the great hero learned some news.

"Theseus is already the King of Athens?"

He was somewhat surprised, and then he heard another piece of news that astonished him even more. Just a year ago, Jason had died, and his wife Medea had briefly become Queen of Athens, only to be banished by Theseus upon his return from his travels.

Hercules remembered Jason, the seemingly spirited captain of the Argo, but after Jason disembarked midway, he knew nothing of what happened afterward.

What exactly is going on?

Hercules tried to ask, but there were many rumors and conflicting accounts, so he decided to ask his little admirer directly.

Upon learning of Hercules' arrival, Theseus practically ran out of the palace in excitement.

"Hercules! I've finally seen you again..."

Unlike his youthful vigor, Theseus now had a beard and looked more like a king. But his reverence for Heracles remained unchanged.

At Theseus's warm invitation, Hercules accepted the banquet, during which the great hero inquired about the reason for all of this.

Theseus hesitated for a moment, but in front of his idol, he finally recounted everything slowly.