Leveling with the Gods

Chapter 465

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Olympus has changed a lot.

It didn’t change for the worse. Rather, Olympus enjoyed a revival that would never be in history again.

Poseidon, one of the pillars of the Samshin, disappeared, but there were Hercules and Zeus in Olympus.

One digit. Among them, two people with one hand ranking.

Some even said that the power of the current Olympus was equal to that of Asgard.

“Then why did you take the throne back?”

Those two were outnumbered by their names, but still, Samshin.

No, Hades, now one of the gods, sat on the throne of Olympus on behalf of Zeus and wrapped his head.

It was because I was tired to do all the work I had to do at once.

“Cheer up. Here’s another one.”

My chin.

Another pile of papers.

Hades pressed down on his tired eyes and spat out his resentment at Apollo, who had brought the documents.

“Again.”

“This is the last time. It’s amazing that you’ve done half a year’s worth of stuff in a month.”

“Why don’t you help me?”

“I don’t have the authority to sign that document, uncle.”

Although jokingly said, Apollo’s help was still quite great.

At least, after Zeus, Apollo had a detailed understanding of Olympus’ administration, so he organized the documents in order of time, place, and importance.

If it weren’t for that, it would have taken more than twice as long.

“What about Zeus?”

“He’s not back yet.”

“What’s going around so much that it doesn’t suit you.”

“I know. He’s not the kind of person who’s going to run on the spot.”

Zeus was famous for his heavy hips. Among the three gods, Poseidon was the most active, and Hades and Zeus rarely played in the field except for Gitomacia.

But recently, was it after the purple sky began to appear everywhere?

Zeus was jumping into the scene at random and sending lightning.

“It’s weird. It’s weird.….”

Maybe it’s because the backlog of documents is almost over.

It’s been strange all along, but when I’m relaxed, my suspicions deepen.

A high-ranker like Zeus wouldn’t be senile.

Suddenly, why are they walking around doing things they never did before?

Did you get into the fight too late?

I’ve had a lot of ideas, but this is it. There was nothing I wanted to do.

Beyond knowing each other for a long time, Hades and Zeus were blood brothers.

Something must be wrong with him.

The time it took for a simple feeling to get closer to certainty was never short.

It was a question that I had the whole time I was organizing my backlog.

“…I can’t help it.”

“What?”

“You take care of what’s left.

“Yeah?”

Yeah.

Shadows over Hades’ body.

Surprised, Apollo reached out to him. However, no matter how high-ranker Apollo flies and long, he has no talent to hold Hades back.

Apolon, who was left alone.

“……this, me?”

After suppressing the collision with piles of documents piled up for some time, he had no choice but to sit there.

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Fire, fire, fire.

In the furnace of Hephaestus.

Hot flames roared over Hephaestus’ body.

Hephaestus remained unshakable in the flames.

It was now a casting operation. Hephaestus stood in the middle of the strongest flame and melted the sword with his eyes closed.

Hephaestus, who had been sweating for so long, shouted.

“Don’t you turn up the heat!”

Whoo-hoo!

With Hephaestus’ cry, the flames blazing in the brazier intensified.

YuWon, who was supplying fire, increased the intensity.

It’s falling down.

The hands holding the tongs and hammer, respectively, were about to explode as the muscles swelled up. The sweat on the forehead evaporated and disappeared in the heat before it could reach the ground.

YuWon, who watched the process closely, couldn’t help admiring it.

‘There’s a reason why it’s the best.’

The flames on the brazier were never weak.

No, it wasn’t on a weak level.

Some rankers were as ashes as soon as they touched them.

It will be hard for high-rankers who have double-digit rankings to hold out in there.

How much resistance do you have against fire?

It occurred to me that Hephaestus’ confidence was not so unfounded.

He is a man who has lived with fire all his life.

In the match against Chris, he probably wouldn’t have been hit by a spark if it wasn’t for the penalty.

but

‘But how far can he hold on?’

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

The sweat from Hephaestus’ body became steam.

It was like burning my body with firewood. The hand clasped the tongs trembled, and the hammering never stopped.

On the other side, the black and white swords were melted to form castings.

No matter how hard I try to control the heat, there is a limit. It’s just that I’m close to the flames.

I wanted to stop it if I could.

No matter how resistant the skin was, the skin was slowly turning red.

It means that he is still weak, but he is starting to get burned.

It’s already been over a day. Hephaestus burned himself in this flame.

The castings of the Black and Night Sword were mixed with those of the Two-Gye Swords. Hephaestus, who had been accepting flames with his whole body for a while, mixed the two castings together.

And at that moment.

Hephaestus, who had been waiting for this moment all along, picked up the stone he had placed next to him.

Whoosh!

Cooling stone that goes into the casting.

The cooling stone, which emits huge amount of cold air on its own, quickly hardened the casting that had been flowing like water.

at the same time

Sizzling.

Hephaestus moved the hammer, rolling up his long sleeves to prevent burns.

Kkang, Kkang, Kkang-!

Tempered, cooled and hammered repetition.

Hephaestus’ soul was felt in that simple way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Different ingredients are mixed up. The history of different swords clash.

The two castings resist and try to separate again.

And to prevent it.

Bite!

Hephaestus hit the hammer.

at this moment

He became a flame.

* * *

Hephaistos’ work lasted more than three days and nights.

Heat it up in a hot fire, hammer it, heat it up again hundreds of times.

The two castings that were about to fall off each other calmed down. It was now in some form, turning into another sword.

Beetle-.

Hephaestus’ body shook.

The hand holding the hammer trembled. The burns all over the body were now out of control.

My chin.

YuWon, who tried to reflexively approach him, soon quit.

No compassion was allowed. What Hephaestus is doing now was not simply building weapons.

He was a blacksmith.

A blacksmith fights as a skill. Hephaestus, now burning in front of his eyes, was fighting the most difficult and difficult fight he could fight.

Have Hephaestus ever stepped into their fight?

It’s a fight in each place. There was no room for YuWon to intervene in this fight.

‘It’s not this way I’m going to fight.’

Furious.

In the flames, YuWon’s eyes burned red.

There was a closed ceiling in YuWon’s view as he raised his head. Hephaist’s blacksmith’s shop was covered with thick, hard iron that blocked the heat, making it faint outside even on Huayan Geumjeong Pavilion.

‘……are you watching?’

Otherwise, that sky wouldn’t show up at this exact time.

Flutter!

The giant of flame that appears behind YuWon.

With the advent of the Heavenly Horse, a huge flame burned above the body of the giant.

The “holy flame” is embedded in the heavenly spirit.]

YuWon looked at the giant burning with flames.

It’s only temporary, but…….’

But I don’t think this is bad enough.

That’s right.

YuWon took a cautious step, if any, to get in the way.

Fortunately, Hephaestus didn’t even seem to know YuWon was moving, let alone turning his head. All he cared about was the heat supplied by YuWon.

So the two headed for different battlefields.

* * *

The sky was purple when I looked up at the blacksmith’s shop.

I heard it’s been a while since the sky started to appear.

“More than I thought, time has advanced.”

Is it Foolish Chaos’ decision? Or is it all their decision?

I didn’t know which one. But one thing is for sure, you won’t have to feel sorry for your colleagues anymore.

‘This side will turn into a battlefield, too.

Sneak-.

YuWon took his hand around his waist like a habit. But there was nothing to catch, so my hand faltered for a moment.

“…That’s.”

Fortunately, there was still something else with a knife.

Yeah.

Shadows rising from YuWon’s feet.

[“The King of the Dead” summons “Susano”]

The shape of the shadow changed and Susanoo appeared. Susanoo muttered, slowly opening his eyes and making a fierce smile.

It’s a fight.

“Yes, it’s a fight.”

YuWon waved his hand at Susano.

As if it was something, Susano looked at YuWon’s hand.

Let’s do that.

I can’t.

Susanoo shook his head, blocking the cut in his waist.

The two could tell without saying. YuWon wanted Kusanagi, one of the three things he gave to Susano.

“I’ll give it back to you later.”

Are you telling me to fight with my bare hands?

“You can take anything from the corner and use it. Originally, artisans don’t blame tools.”

You’re telling me to use that cheap sword?

“It’s a bit rusty, but it’s an item made by Hephaestus. If you really don’t like it, just hit it with a shield.

In the first place, the winner was a fixed battle. If YuWon wanted to, Susano had no way to disobey the order.

Eventually, Kusanagi came into YuWon’s hands.

Whoosh.

Kusanagi’s strength and weakness is that it is too light and too sharp.

But it wasn’t a bad item when you didn’t know how long a fight would be like now.

As much as you lean on the sharpness of the sword, you can save your mana.

Whoosh.

YuWon swung Kusanagi lightly into the air.

A few times, between cutting into the air.

– Oh, oh, oh, oh. – Oh, oh, oh.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

An unpleasant cry came through the purple clouds in the sky.

“These Tinky Tinky Tinky’s just not getting used to it.”

beings outside the tower appearing in the sky

Countless tentacles and wiggling lumps flock toward Hephaestus’ blacksmith’s.

I don’t know why they showed up, but I knew what the purpose was.

Are you trying to stop the sword from being completed?

A double-edged sword and a dark sword.

They seemed to be trying to stop the two swords from merging into one.

Those thoughtless people wouldn’t have moved themselves.

It was obvious who was up there without having to think hard.

Whoosh.

The mana embedded in the Kusanagi burns red.

Standing on the ceiling of the blacksmith’s shop with minimal mana, YuWon muttered.

“Not a chance.”

Whether you’re tired first or the sword is complete first.

Determined never to drop his leg standing over the ceiling, YuWon swung the Kusanagi toward the purple sky.