Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 224 Hercules' Script
A large bonfire was burning brightly.

Beside the campfire lay rows of grotesque snake and lizard heads; even in death, their terrifying appearance filled the nearby Thebit people serving with dread.

Hyjal's robust body sat at the very front of the campfire, with two beautiful young women serving him drinks.

Directly opposite him was a hunched old man in his fifties. He was the king of the Thebits, though he was really just a tribal chief. There were many kings, big and small, in this land, some ruling over tens of thousands of people, and others controlling several city-states.

Hyjal, cradling a beautiful young woman, raised his horn cup to toast the king before him, but his gaze fell upon the figure behind the king. There stood a charming priestess in her thirties, draped in a light linen robe, her graceful figure revealed in the flickering firelight. She was a priestess of the Thebits and one of the king's wives.

Seemingly intoxicated, Hyjal's gaze was extremely intense, and under his gaze, a blush appeared on the face of the alluring priestess.

The old king seemed to have noticed something, but he didn't seem to care and even let the priestess sit next to Hyjal.

On the other side of the campfire.

Crete pushed a rather attractive woman in her early twenties into Duncan's arms, then raised his horn cup and clinked it against Duncan's, reeking of alcohol, and said, "You saved my life today, so this woman is yours."

After saying that, he casually grabbed a woman who had brought him roasted meat, hugged her in his arms, and ate heartily. The woman was not angry at all, and even poured wine for Crete with a smile.

As if noticing Duncan's gaze, the woman smiled seductively and reached down to tug at her collar, as if showing off her voluptuous figure.

At this moment, the woman who had been pushed into Duncan's arms by Crete showed a hint of displeasure. She glared at him fiercely, then took Duncan's hand and placed it on her chest. Her skin was a bit dark, but she had a seductive figure and strong thighs. She was now sitting in Duncan's lap, writhing like a snake, humming a Thebit sacrificial song, seemingly echoing the surrounding revelry.

"How many women do you think Hyjal will sleep with today?" (Barbarian language)
A rugged barbarian warrior held a woman in each arm, letting them sit on his muscular laps. One fed him wine, the other meat, while he busied himself with his hands, making the women in his arms smile with delight.

A barbarian warrior standing nearby, looking drunk, looked up and said with a grin, "I guess ten."

"After all, he went berserk today, his legs should be a little weak."

Upon hearing this, Crete tossed the leg of lamb he was holding over. The barbarian warriors nearby were eating in a very unsightly manner, each one like a reincarnated demon, leaving a mess all around them. He wiped the grease off his mouth with the back of his hand, then touched the woman in his arms, making her entire neck and half of her chest greasy. He laughed and scolded, "Hyjal is the most valiant barbarian warrior."

I guess twenty.

"The women here aren't physically strong enough!"

The crowd erupted in laughter, and a joyful atmosphere filled the air.

The nearby Thebit people couldn't understand their barbarian language, and seeing these barbarian warriors laughing heartily, they couldn't help but laugh along.

Soon, a barbarian warrior, fueled by alcohol, couldn't contain himself any longer. Burping, he roughly grabbed a woman in each arm and headed towards the wooden tent outside the campfire. The surrounding barbarian warriors paid him no heed; some even chuckled and guessed how long he would take to emerge.

The night is getting darker.

The bonfires of the sacrificial ceremony gradually dimmed, and the Thebit king had already left. Hyjal, who was gradually becoming drunk, pulled the mature and charming priestess into his arms. After devouring a sheep, his greasy hands unceremoniously reached into the priestess's long skirt.

Of all the people at the banquet, besides Duncan, he ate the most. While Duncan was constantly binge eating, Hyjad was much busier and happier.

Crete then stood up, carrying the two women. He turned and patted Duncan on the shoulder, chuckling, "Don't just focus on eating. Tonight is the Thebit people's summer festival. They're waiting for you to plant your seed."

“The weak Thebit people need the blood of barbarian warriors so that they can defend their land in the future.”

"You're younger than me, you must have slept with at least ten."

"Let the blood of the Uska people spread throughout the Thebit River basin."

Crete laughed as he stood up, looked at the few thin women staring at him pitifully, waved his hand, and soon three more women followed him.

At this moment.

Duncan finally put down the lamb leg in his hand with a sigh. The woman next to him immediately offered him a horn cup and then stared longingly at his strong, rock-solid chest muscles.

"It really was a barbaric era!" Duncan shook his head and sighed.

He was currently in the Thebit River basin in the southern wetlands, where the tribal kingdoms had only transitioned from a system of group marriage a few hundred years ago. Due to the need for population reproduction, they urgently needed bloodlines from outside to prevent the internal bloodlines from being constantly duplicated, which led to grand ceremonies such as summer festivals, hunting festivals, and fertility festivals.

If there are no outsiders, they invite nearby tribes, and in some places there is even a tradition of using one's wife to entertain guests.

By this time, Duncan had already absorbed most of the human host's memories.

When he looked up, Hyjal had already left with the mature and charming priestess not far away. As the leader of the group, he enjoyed the highest honors and was the focus of everyone's attention. Several of the daughters of the Thebit King served him. They were not the upper-class women of the clan kingdom, and they were not even allowed to get close to him. The other tribal women could only watch longingly as they surrounded the many barbarian warriors.

"It really was a wild era."

The Thebit River Valley was not their first stop on their journey. Back when they passed through the Irrawaddy region, they encountered a small country that was suffering from the invasion of the swamp lizardmen. The group helped the king there kill the harassing lizardman tribe, but a dispute arose on their return. After eliminating the threat, the king there turned his back on them and wanted to drive them away.

Enraged, Hyjal killed the king and then seized his wives and daughters.

After staying there for a while, Hyjal led his barbarian warriors on a continued adventure to the south.

Because the oracle told him to head south.

On their journey, they encountered a wealthy merchant from the Gold Coast. After helping the merchant retrieve his stolen goods from the giant monster, the merchant happily hosted a banquet for the group. However, Hyjal got completely drunk and that night he forcibly took the merchant's daughter and several of his wives and concubines.

After the affair was exposed, the wealthy merchant dared not make a scene. Hyjal's original plan to go to the Gold Coast was shelved, so he turned around and went to the Thebit River Basin.

This area has long been plagued by attacks from swamp lizards, and people frequently go missing.

Hyjal led his barbarian warband to hunt down the Hydra, but unexpectedly, this was the biggest loss they had ever suffered, with more than ten men killed. Of the twenty or thirty men who originally followed him, only seven remained, including Duncan.

Unable to offer an equal token of gratitude, the Thebiters celebrated the group's great victory with a grand summer festival, hoping to ensure they would leave behind some offspring to improve their bloodline.

The barbarian traditions of this world are somewhat similar to those of the Germanic peoples; dying on the battlefield is the ultimate fate for barbarian warriors. So, after burning their comrades' bodies, Crete and the others partied all night.

As for the leader of the group, the fearless fighter Hyjal, his deeds cannot be fully described in a few words. However, there were a few things that left a deep impression on Duncan when he was processing the memories of his human host.

Hyjal was actually exiled because he forcibly took the priestess of the Thunder Beast tribe after getting extremely drunk.

Several years ago, he killed the eldest son of another tribal chief during a hunt because he could not control his rage. This time, he forcibly took a priestess in the temple, which was blasphemous and directly led to his exile by the tribal elders.

During his exile, Hyjal gained fame for hunting a Thunder Beast, which led to the recruitment of his first followers.

His origins are quite unique. Legend has it that Hyjal's mother was once the wife of the chieftain of the Black Lion tribe. She was known for her beauty and bravery and was called the female leopard. During a hunt in the wilderness, she encountered an extremely magnificent and powerful stag. She pursued it all the way, crossing the sacred snow-covered mountains. When she finally caught up with it, the stag transformed into a majestic and heroic man. They then made love on the summit of the snow-covered mountain, and Hyjal was conceived.

After giving birth to Hyjal, he was entrusted to the tribe's shaman for upbringing, while his mother went to the sacred mountain and, according to legend, became a priestess serving the gods.

The human form was also one of the barbarian warriors who began to follow Hyjal after the Battle of the Thunder Beasts.

The Uzga barbarians revere the strong. Even if Hyjal has a bad reputation, as long as he is a fearless fighter with such a mysterious background, there will be warriors eager to rise to the top who will follow him.

"Is this considered a heroic myth?"

"Even the Greek pantheon isn't this chaotic!"

Duncan patted the woman in his arms, pointed in the direction of Crete, and then pointed to the wound on his abdomen. The woman seemed to understand something, her expression somewhat disappointed. She walked towards the wooden house in Crete, looking back every few steps, where people were already queuing.

Thinking of the legends of the Greek pantheon, the sight of Hyjal reminded Duncan of someone.

Hercules.

This corresponds to Hercules, the Roman god of strength.

This guy is very similar to Hyjal in front of him, except that Hyjal's battle record is a little worse, his character is a little worse, and his self-control is even worse.

In legend, Hercules, to protect his cattle, chased a lion all the way to a neighboring kingdom. The king there was greatly impressed by the handsome and strong young man and ordered his 50 daughters to serve him. That night, Hercules slept with 49 of them (one of whom was too shy to comply).

Nine months later, all 49 women gave birth to sons, and two of them even had twins.

The British Museum now preserves a painting depicting the king's daughters lining up to be pushed over one by one by Hercules.

As for other stories about Hercules, there's no need to elaborate; they're all pretty outrageous anyway.

"Hijar is just as outrageous."

"No wonder the human experience wants to take its place!"

It's fair to say that aside from his divine origins, Hyjal's character is rather complicated.

He was arrogant, a drunkard, reckless, warlike, and tyrannical, but also possessed fearless courage and a furious fighting spirit.

This guy becomes extremely arrogant when he's drunk.

As soon as Duncan got up, women around the campfire began to stir, but he quickly pretended to be weak and clutched his abdominal wound, and the women immediately looked away in disappointment.

I really can't eat this.

The most beautiful women of the Thebits were all in Hyjal's tent. Of the rest, only the Cretans and others had good appetites and weren't picky eaters.

"If the raging gods really intend to create a myth similar to Hercules."

"Then this journey will be purely about killing Cao Cao!"

These barbarian warriors who followed Hyjal were generous with their bloodlines, sowing seeds wherever they went, and then leaving once they were done, just like Hyjal's style of doing things.

The only exception is the human host himself, who is single-mindedly focused on replacing Hyjal and becoming a legendary hero, and has very little energy for women.

He naively believed that through hard training, he would one day be able to possess power surpassing that of the divine child!

But one thing is quite obvious.

Hyjal has a cheat code; if things go slightly wrong, this guy will immediately go into overdrive.

The divine grace of the god of strength, Kord, has always been upon him.

However, the treatment of the legendary hero was indeed enviable. Near the tent where Hyjal lived, at some unknown time, the other daughters of the King of Thebit, along with several beautiful concubines, quietly came over under the cover of night.

"This is most likely a mythological scenario similar to Hercules."

"What are the raging gods planning to do?"

Duncan is no stranger to mythological scenarios, because Beowulf is clearly a legend arranged by the Norse pantheon. Even King Arthur had Merlin and the Fairy of Avalon behind him, but his rise directly replaced everything, leading the guardian fairies to place their bets heavily on Duncan.

But this time, it's clear that the protagonist is Hyjal, while his human form is just a supporting character alongside the mythical hero, who might be arranged by the gods to die and take his final bow one day.

In this situation, Duncan must find a way to speed things up and not give the raging gods time to react.

However, breaking Hyjal's invincible body is a problem.

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(End of this chapter)