Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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"How about it, become this King's subordinate, Athena!"

Gilgamesh spoke in his unique tone, filled with arrogance.

Listening to his deep, magnetic voice, Athena couldn't help but slightly narrow her jewel-like eyes.

"Isn't it better to become this King's pet, to savor the prosperity of this current world with this King, and then together take revenge on those lofty Olympian Gods?"

He spoke thus, his smile subtly curving upwards, forming a light, mocking grin.

Indeed, with the King of Heroes, and with the help of the Gate of Babylon, those so-called gods were truly not enough for Athena to fear.

Athena revealed a bitter smile.

But no, even if it was hatred, even if it was irreconcilable, even if it was an unparalleled mortal enemy, how could she submit in the form of a subordinate, and give herself to such a fellow!

How could she agree to that?!

"No, absolutely not!"

She refused sharply, refusing with all her remaining dignity, refusing stubbornly.

Indeed, for her, for this disobedient goddess, to be subservient to another was already an unbearable humiliation. If she were to become a subordinate, what would become of her dignity as a goddess who defied the heavens!

"Is that so?"

A brilliant smile appeared on Gilgamesh's face.

Even though that smile was so gentle, seeing this, Athena felt a chilling coldness that pierced her bones.

Athena recognized it; it was an unparalleled malice that permeated everything.

"It seems, this King still needs you to properly feel that bone-piercing chill!"

He said indifferently, his tone no longer arrogant.

It was a tone of insistence, yet its archaic meaning made Athena, as a defiant goddess, tremble involuntarily.

Then, he raised his arm, which was encased in golden armor.

Immediately following, he slammed it down mercilessly.

Five or six chains spun out from Athena, who had already fallen to the ground. Those golden, eye-like, rippling golden portals, from which echoed an aura that instilled fear in this defiant goddess.

It wasn't just about treasures related to dragons; even for divine treasures, he possessed hundreds, even thousands.

Then, it was,

"Gate of Babylon!"

Gilgamesh chanted the true name of that treasure, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Immediately after, bright silver chains, one after another, burst forth from those golden portals and surged towards Athena, pulling her up from the ground.

"Don't worry, it might hurt a little."

On the king's face was a predatory smile, and the malice within it filled Athena's face with terror.

Then, Gilgamesh lightly waved his arm, and another chain spun out from behind him.

It was a crimson hilt, which, compared to a sword hilt or anything else, was somewhat too long.

But, seeing that, Athena's eyes carried a hint of fear.

She already clearly understood the true meaning of that treasure.

Yes, it was indeed a sword, but merely an anomaly among swords. It was a sword born with the purpose of slaying a demon.

Immediately after, Gilgamesh gently grasped the crimson hilt and lightly pulled it out.

It was a sword like a dagger, short and stout.

The blade itself was only tens of centimeters long, not even reaching half the length of the hilt.

But, it was a sword, and among 'sword'-type treasures, it was absolutely considered an anomaly.

Gilgamesh gazed with satisfaction at the gleaming sword edge, at the cold light on the curved sword tip.

Then, he lightly held the sword, pressed it against the girl's thin clothes, and gently pierced inward.

Finally, under Athena's startled and desperate gaze, he called out the true name of the treasure.

"Harpe!"

On the silver sword, a dazzling, eye-catching light shone.

Gilgamesh, without the slightest hesitation, plunged it ruthlessly into Athena's body.

Then, there was the sound of something shattering.

Immediately after, a faint radiance slowly diffused from the tempting girl.

That was divine power, the power of a disobedient goddess looking down on the world.

At this moment, divine power, along with divinity, slowly dispersed from her body into the night.

Then, a glimmer of light, created by humans, gradually brightened.

The authority 'Darkness' was shattered.

No, compared to the shattered authority, something even more important was shattered.

That was authority, that was divinity.

Whether it belonged to Medusa, or to Mephistopheles, or even the divinity that kept Athena's life hanging by a thread, it shattered.

"How… could this be possible?"

The disobedient goddess in the form of a girl, no, now merely a fading spirit body, muttered.

"Clearly, nothing has been completed yet."

She sighed, her voice filled with deep disappointment.

Then, faint streaks of light dust slowly dispersed from her body.

Until that hand, that hand covered in golden armor, landed on her spirit body.

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"Athena, this King bestows upon you the qualification to follow in my footsteps, to become a part of this King's legend, to become one of those dazzling focal points!"

Those were words spoken with ultimate pride, ultimate arrogance, carrying an incomparable tone of self-importance.

Then, a golden light enveloped Athena's spirit body.

However, Gilgamesh no longer looked at the heroized Athena, but looked behind him.

"Don't hide your head and tail, mongrel!"

The king's tone carried an unprecedented contempt, directed at that figure, that girl with light purple twin pigtails.

"Oh la la, is that how you treat your mommy, little Gil?"

That was a playful, faintly mocking, and subtly complaining tone.

With those light purple twin pigtails, the elegant girl slowly materialized from above the platform.

An incomparably deep divinity emanated from the girl.

Then, she gently parted her pale cherry-blossom lips, and with a slightly astonished tone, pointed at Athena, who was still undergoing heroization, and said incredulously.

"Hey, what exactly did you do? After directly killing a god, you can still make her your servant? How is this different from cheating!"

As the girl spoke, the astonishment on her face instantly vanished, as if it had never been there.

Then, a mischievous smile bloomed on her tender little face.

"Truly worthy of being the child of a patient, Gilgamesh."