Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Could it be… they knew each other?

Was that man also a summoned Heroic Spirit!?

Bazdilot had this guess.

But, thinking in this direction, he couldn't understand why the other party didn't immediately kill him and Heracles.

Bazdilot even heard Moran seemed to be saying that he wanted Heracles to continue maintaining his limit.

Everyone in the world knew Heracles's fame.

If he was a summoned Servant.

Then it was even more impossible not to know the terror of this great hero, and no other Master would ever let the tiger return to the mountain.

"…In that case, I'll continue to maintain the limit."

"If you don't want to, I won't force you. Heracles, this is just my selfish desire."

Moran stared deeply at Heracles.

As if saying that, with their relationship, there was no need for any reservations or concealment.

However, Heracles smiled.

Enduring the pain of erosion, which was dozens of times more painful than snake venom, he still squeezed out a hearty smile:

"This is my wish. Don't be too self-righteous; from the beginning, you've always liked to take everything on yourself, whether it was on the ship or that time with the gods… Why can't this be my selfish desire?"

Heracles retorted with the words Moran said when they met.

Using his own methods to treat his own person.

Who said the great hero couldn't be so sharp-tongued?

That's right, even heroes have selfish desires.

Among the many regrets in his life, there were two: one was not being able to fight Moran in his prime, and the other was not being able to catch up with the war of the gods.

But, Moran believed that compared to Heracles, he himself didn't count as a hero.

From beginning to end, he was only loyal to human nature.

Moran would never be able to do something like Heracles, who dedicated himself to people he had never met before.

Therefore, this great hero was qualified to seek personal gain.

If even this noble and heroic great hero wasn't qualified, then who in the world would be qualified?

"That's more frank than I'd expect you to say. Could it be that this black mud has affected you?"

"Who knows… If I hadn't been affected, I think the wish I would have made to the Holy Grail, besides undoing the sins I committed in my life, would have been to gather with you all again…"

A look of relief appeared in Heracles's eyes.

In the memories of those revealed by the Command Seal.

The time he spent on the ship was the most relaxing and enjoyable experience in the great hero's life.

Therefore, under the contrast of this dazzling experience, the evil of humanity deep in his Spirit Core would expand so much.

It was precisely because he knew its beauty.

That's why he hated the existence that defiled it all and longed for revenge.

There is no love without a reason.

Similarly, there is no hatred without a reason.

If there are people who have "loving humanity" on their lips all day long, then such people are likely to understand the evil of humanity too much and despise humanity more than anyone else in their hearts.

And heroes are those who, after knowing all this.

Still choose to open their chests and embrace humanity as supermen.

"What's… going on…?"

The Mafia subordinates exchanged uncertain glances.

They no longer understood the situation.

Why was the Greek great hero summoned by Boss Bazdilot chatting so happily with that man?

It was as if they were brothers chatting about their families.

It was so eerie that it made their hair stand on end.

If this room wasn't filled with black mud, they would have thought that Moran and Heracles were going to sit down and drink together.

Outrageous! Too outrageous!

"Aren't you worried about committing new sins?"

Moran's question seemed like an inquiry.

In fact, after Heracles stated his wish, he had already allowed the Sea of Life to climb onto his body.

The question was just a final greeting.

"Are you talking about, in this era where you're staying?"

"Heh heh… You've really thought everything through."

Moran shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The reason Heracles was being so direct was because he saw Moran appear in this era.

No matter how much trouble he caused.

In the end, Moran would definitely not stand idly by; Heracles believed he would stop him.

The reason was simple: they were close friends who transcended eras.

Even without saying it directly.

They could both understand each other's thoughts.

"…I'll leave everything to you."

Heracles didn't feel the need to say much more.

He was never one for words to begin with.

Although this flaw had improved somewhat after overcoming the Twelve Labors, his personality remained largely the same.

Even the world called him Hercules, the demigod of might.

Moran calling him stubborn was certainly accurate.

At that moment, the great hero closed his eyes peacefully, no longer resisting the surging black mud that assailed him.

This was a sea of life far more powerful than the evils of humanity.

In the blink of an eye, it devoured Heracles.

Suppressing an unspeakable pain, Heracles felt as though he was being squeezed into the depths of darkness.

Without the mandatory Tiamat base contract.

Moran's use of the Sea of Life was simply to alter Heracles' spirit base, guiding it in another direction.

"Aaaaaaaah—!!"

The kneeling Heroic Spirit let out a roar that shook the space.

Reddish-black mud enveloped the Heroic Spirit's entire body, his robust muscles seemingly shaved off by half, even his bones appeared to shrink, and his height was reduced by thirty centimeters.

The black mud covering his body directly transformed into dye, tinting the Heroic Spirit's skin reddish-black.

The immense magical energy fluctuations gradually subsided.

What emanated from Heracles was not just divine energy, but also a fierce aura of the same caliber.

Neither god nor demon.

But a vengeful spirit tainted by the evils of humanity.

Heracles, no, that wasn't his name now.

His name should be Alcides.

The name Heracles was given by the gods; only Alcides was his human name.

"How does it feel? I didn't completely dissipate your original spirit base, but rather fused it into your current one, achieving a balanced proportion between the two."

Moran asked with interest.

His gaze was like that of an artist admiring a recently completed masterpiece.

His eyes were filled with satisfaction and appreciation.

"…Hmph, unnecessary. However, since you preserved my power, I won't pursue the matter.

My friend, after I seize all victories and complete my revenge… I will personally cut off your head. With this, I express my highest respect and gratitude to you."

Alcides' widened eyes were like those of a tiger.

He was no longer Heracles.

At that moment, his spirit base had transformed into an Avenger, the Heracles aspect devoured by darkness.

Here was only a vengeful spirit of humanity.

The noble hero sank into darkness.