Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Originally, the ancient serpent planned to wait until after the tournament ended, and then have Atalanta, who was free from the influence of the goddess of love, personally deal with this treacherous bastard.

But unexpectedly, some people were unwilling to wait even this short time, and were in a hurry to be reincarnated.

Just as Samael arrived at the pit, his eyes darting around as he hesitated whether to deal with the unfortunate creature on the spot, Atalanta in his arms suddenly bumped into him, her head hitting his chin.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ancient snake was slightly dizzy, the hunter immediately took the initiative, pinning him down on the grass, straddling his waist and abdomen, and roaming her hands over his body.

"I want this stuff..."

Since being tainted by some of the power of Eros last time, Atalanta seems to be more susceptible to influence and reacts more violently.

Samael was not, after all, the supreme god of love, and it was quite a stretch for him to eliminate the power contained in the three golden apples in a short period of time.

But Atalanta, who kept fidgeting, didn't give him a chance to calm down. The boss lady, as if she had inhaled high-purity catnip, groped around on him, her face flushed as she searched for her own fur ball.

Snapped!

Left with no other choice, Samael had to step forward and pin the bewitched Atalanta down beneath him, his careless hand involuntarily slapping the hunter's upturned buttocks as punishment.

The soft and elastic touch made the ancient snake's heart flutter, and it couldn't help but raise its claws again.

Severe punishment! This situation deserves severe punishment!

Anyway, she's awake. If I don't say anything, who will know?

Just as someone was lost in thought, the earth trembled from behind, and fearlessly, another participant who had crossed the ravine rushed toward the finish line.

Samael was jolted awake and instinctively got up, but as soon as he took a step, Atalanta, who was driven almost mad by the scent of the golden apple, immediately coiled her legs around and pounced on the ancient serpent again.

As if it had been planned, the contestant clad in armor suddenly accelerated and passed Samael in the blink of an eye.

Dude, isn't it a bit unfair of you to try and take advantage of me now?

The ancient serpent, harboring resentment, shamelessly propped up Atalanta's arm and skillfully hooked her ankle, causing her to stumble.

I'm not pretending anymore; he's not exactly a model snake who follows the rules.

Since something went wrong with the competition, I can't be the only one to suffer all the debuffs, can I?

Immediately following the impact, Samael deliberately rolled, crashing into the man in front of him and tripping him.

Judging from that skillful posture, someone has mastered the art of tactical faking.

However, just as Samael had subdued his competitor and before he could even get up, his armor clattered as a petite figure emerged from the towering armor beneath him.

The ancient snake instinctively reached out, but the moment it looked up, its pupils dilated and it froze on the spot.

Bang

But in that brief moment of distraction, the petite figure that emerged from the armor moved like a lithe female leopard.

However, just as she was about to cross the finish line, a hurricane arrived from behind, cracking through layers of soil. It stood in front of the weapon rack, casually drew an arrow, and fired the whistling arrow into the sky first. The panting red-haired woman could only come in second.

Seeing the ground tremble again, Samael gritted his teeth, his lips twitching, and dared not hesitate any longer. He immediately took out the golden apple and tossed it to Atalanta, who was still struggling in place. The huntress immediately turned her head and stared intently at it, then roared and ran wildly, becoming the third winner to reach the top.

As soon as the red-haired woman fired her whistle, the ancient serpent stormed up to Hippolyta, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and launched into a furious tirade.

"Hey lady, what's going on?! This is a matchmaking service, don't you understand? What are you doing here, a woman? Are you a lesbian?!"

"What is a lily?"

"That's not the point! Also, you're a woman, how did you get in? Are the people in charge of screening blind?!"

"Oh, you mean this? The name she filled in for me..."

At this moment, Hippolyta calmly pointed seriously at Atalanta, who was groping around in Samael's arms.

Lilies are actually beside me?

Samael's breath hitched. After a moment of silence, he solemnly tore Atalanta off his body, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Hey boss, when did you change your tastes? Can't we all just have fun together anymore?

"Don't talk about that. She seems to be mentally unstable. Do you have any ideas?"

Hippolyta saw the contestants rushing towards her from afar and reached out to help subdue a frenzied feline that seemed to be experiencing catnip withdrawal symptoms.

Having finally escaped Atalanta's clutches, Samael sighed and, in a foul mood, summoned two more golden apples from the magic circle. Using them as a catalyst, he pulled out a portion of Cupid's power that had been swallowed by the boss, causing it to solidify and reform into the shape of golden apples.

It smells so good, it looks so beautiful, I want to hold it in my hands and eat it bite by bite...

"Snapped!"

Hippolyta was jolted awake by a sharp tap on the head, and as she came to her senses, she realized that her fingers had almost touched the three sparkling golden apples.

Aphrodite's powers are more troublesome than I imagined; her rank is somewhat unexpectedly high.

After awakening the Amazon queen who was also bewitched, Samael frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then summoned the fourth, and only real, golden apple from the magic circle.

Moments later, spurred on by the ancient serpent, the earth pulsated with rhythm, and the three golden apples, formed from the power of the goddess of love, were gradually decomposed and purified by Ishtar's pendant, and guided into the real golden apples.

Both the highly compatible power of the earth god and the immortality contained in the golden apple can effectively seal and preserve this power of the god of love.

Through the resonance of the Destiny Tablet, Samael had a vague premonition that keeping this thing would be very useful in the future.

At this moment, after dealing with those troublesome matters, Atalanta slowly awoke, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her emerald pupils opening to reflect a familiar face.

"You and I…"

The hunter came to her senses and was shocked to find herself lying in Samael's arms. Her cheeks flushed, her head spun, and she stammered, at a loss for what to do.

After taking several deep breaths, Atalanta asked with a flicker in her eyes, her clenched hands tearing and pulling up innocent blades of grass, even squeezing out their green sap.

"You...you outrun me?"

"probably……"

Samael responded weakly and in a drawn-out tone.

"Then, then we..."

"Then I can take him away, right?"

Just as Atalanta was struggling with how to start the conversation, Hippolyta leaned over, put her hand on Samael's shoulder, and earnestly reminded her.

"As agreed last night, I beat you, so he's mine."

Samael was then dragged along by the back of his neck by Hippolyta's clothes.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I going to do?

What other competitions do they have?

In short, what's going on here?

He was dragging his competition prize along, propped his chin up, and contemplated life with a serious expression.

Chapter 174 The Cat Cart Overturned?

Let's go back to last night, to the Arcadia Palace, after Samael left.

"you are?"

"Hispareuthe, Queen of the Amazons, has come to tell you something."

Atalanta, who was just about to close the window and go to sleep, thus began her meeting with the second visitor who jumped in through the window.

Then, the Amazon queen frankly told the huntress about her interactions with Theseus along the way.

When Atalanta heard that the person she had subconsciously wanted to protect had actually won over Heracles and captured Hippolyta, she was filled with doubt and shock.

Finally, when Atalanta heard the Amazon queen recount the scene and a certain phrase, she bit her cherry lips lightly, her eyes glazed over, her face flushed, and she murmured softly.

"To ensure that innocent children grow up surrounded by love as much as possible..." (See Chapter 163 for details)

"This wish doesn't seem to be for himself? Because of you?"

Hippolyta recalled the legend of the huntress being abandoned in the mountains as a child, and pondered the various unusual events that had occurred at the time.

"Maybe..."

On their hunting trip in Caludon, after spending a long time together, they couldn't help but confide in acquaintances about all sorts of things.

When that guy asked her what she would most want if she had the chance to make a wish.

"A world where all children grow up surrounded by love!" (Atalanta's future aspirations in the Holy Grail War)

That was my answer that night.

Unexpectedly, before she could even make a move on her wish, those who heard her words were already putting it into practice.

"Thank you for letting me know. This is the best gift I've ever received!"

Atalanta smiled wistfully, savoring the memory for a long time. Only when she realized Hippolyta's presence did she solemnly express her gratitude to the messenger.

Then, the hunter pursed her lips, her cheek illuminated by the moonlight, a bright light appearing in her eyes, and she raised the corners of her lips as if talking to herself.

"Alright, I've changed my mind. Tomorrow I'm going to have a serious match with that brat and see what he's really made of!"

"Is there a difference?"

"If that guy wins, he really can marry me..."

What if we lose?

"Then I'll marry... cough, that's between him and me, but according to the rules of the competition, his life belongs to me from now on!"

"Oh, I think so. I want to participate too."

Hippolyta seemed to have a sudden realization, her face turning serious.

Atalanta subconsciously touched her cheek, then looked at the Amazon queen with a strange expression.

"I don't like women..."

“My target is not you. As queen, I only want Theseus to come back to the Amazon with me and bring change to my tribe. The Amazons need his wisdom.”

Since this is a game of life and death, if I win, your life belongs to me, right? Then I just need to take him with me. And if you win, I guarantee the safety of every newborn baby in the Amazon from now on!

"The logic... seems to make sense, but I still feel like something's not right?"

"Don't you dare?"

“I simply have no right to make decisions for him.”

"It doesn't matter. As long as you lose, he'll definitely come with me to replace you. I only need his wisdom to work for the Amazon. You won't lose out. Besides, more children will be saved anyway. Isn't that what you want?"

"..."

"You're scared? Then why hold this competition in the first place?"

"Alright, since you insist, I'll allow you to participate!"

When Atalanta was questioned in her field of expertise, she was so provoked that her expression hardened.

When she came to her senses, she had already made a pact with Hippolyta, and the huntress, with a stern and imposing expression, confidently declared her intentions.

"I don't care why you did it, but in Arcadia, no one can beat me! If you lose, you must treat all the babies born in the Amazon with kindness!"

Having achieved her goal, Hippolyta softened her tone and spoke in a low voice.

"He's already wasted too much time on you. I don't want to wait any longer. Some things are worth a try; maybe it'll work..."

At this very moment, in a secluded booth outside the stadium, the atmosphere was heavy and eerie.

"So, that's all?"

"Hmm, that's all..."

Feeling a faint pressure from above, Atalanta sat cross-legged on the ground, responding awkwardly in a muffled voice, her body shifting restlessly, her cat ears drooping listlessly.

Hippolyta rubbed her throbbing head, but she acted as if she were completely unfazed.

Samael's resentful gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, feeling inexplicably heartbroken.

Hippolyta, should I thank you for your divine intervention, or should I beat you up for taking matters into your own hands?

And you, the eldest sister, are too.

I've already paid all the money and reached an agreement with the Amazon tribe regarding the baby, yet you still impulsively fell into their trap.

Okay, so be it. Everyone has their moments of passion.