Type-Moon, there are too many myths that defy the heavens!

Unfortunately, Zeus had too many children.

Although Minos was the child of Zeus and Europa, his life already belonged to the underworld.

therefore.

Ash walked straight to Minos and released the shielding force field.

The next moment, Minos immediately found a hooded man in front of him whose appearance he could not see clearly.

Before he could react, the hooded man's sword was already across his neck, taking away all his ability to move.

"There are assassins!"

The king's guards wanted to take action immediately, but saw a monster with a sphinx's body and a human face descending from the sky and blocking the guards.

"Roar--"

As the monster roared, the people present felt their heads sink and they all fell to the ground, losing all their strength.

"Is this... the son of Typhon?"

The demigod Minos was not frightened by the Sphinx's roar, but was surprised by the Sphinx's power, and thus determined its origin.

"Minos, your life is over," Ash said mercilessly, "It's time to go on."

"My lifespan has ended?" Minos was horrified. "How is this possible? I'm the son of Zeus. My lifespan is at least a hundred, if not a thousand! It's only been a few decades... How could my lifespan be over?"

"You have no right to question me."

Ash mercilessly cut open his skin and said indifferently, "If you have anything to say, save it for the underworld."

"what--"

Minos felt the pain in his skin and couldn't help but reach out to touch the wound, only to find that blood was constantly oozing out of it.

He could clearly feel that not only was he unable to heal this tiny wound, but it would even drain away all his vitality and spirit!

What kind of weapon is this?

I, the son of Zeus, the King of Crete, the conqueror of Athens...how could I die from such a minor wound?

Minos could not understand the power contained in this unprepossessing sword, but he knew that he had already entered the countdown to his death!

However, Ash didn't care about Minos' feelings.

He retracted his sword and asked Minos, "Where is the labyrinth?"

"Labyrinth..." Minos was stunned, but he didn't dare to lie to the messenger of death, "North."

After getting Minos' answer, Ash rode on the Sphinx again and headed to the northern labyrinth in full view of everyone.

Witnessing Ash's departure, the dying Minos suddenly felt an unprecedented emotion.

Why is this happening...?

My death...would be so absurd?

"Those who treat life with cruelty will end up with cruelty."

If Ash could hear his inner voice, perhaps he could give him the answer.

But it no longer mattered to Minos.

Because, he is already dead.

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There's only one day left in BGO's Nagging event, and I haven't completed a single level yet (sad).

In order to get the dog mother... Ugh, I got to get Magoichi Saga, I have to go to the event.

Everyone who is still playing BGO, please remember the event time.

Chapter 29: Oh my god, Athena is using a small account to lure people!

In the eternal maze.

The monster in the maze squatted on the stone bed, looking at the reflection of a figure with double horns and armor on its face in the sink, which was as tall as two people. It recalled the words left by its "father" after he abandoned it.

"You're a monster."

"It's a creature that exists somewhere between humans and cows, a form of alien that shouldn't have been born."

"Therefore, you cannot meet anyone, you cannot talk to anyone, and you cannot leave here."

"You only have one life here."

"Because you are both the Son of God and destined to bear a curse. Simply by existing, people will fear you, and you will bring disaster upon them."

"So, farewell, monster born of my wife."

He could understand what "father" said.

I was born an ugly monster and should stay away from human aliens.

This is an indisputable fact and the best way to live your life.

The fact that he was not killed in the cradle and that he was able to build this "home" for himself where he could not find a way out was all the kindness that a "father" could offer.

But his ugliness was not his mother's fault.

Before he was imprisoned in this maze, he had heard people talk about his mother. Unlike himself, she was a beautiful and noble person.

Although he had never seen his mother, he believed what people said.

Because, the moment he entered the maze, he saw the princess who was seeing him off.

She is different from herself. She is a beautiful girl who can make people feel pity for her and fall in love with her uncontrollably.

Just being able to see the child from afar, feel the beauty that belongs to the mother, and feel the blood connection that is half with him, he can feel a rare joy and peace.

But that is impossible.

He was not qualified to establish a relationship with her and call her family, but this did not stop him from liking her, liking the princess who inherited her mother's beauty and had a normal human appearance.

He still remembered the princess's name.

Ariadne...as her name suggests, is the most holy girl (Ariadne).

If I could be born as a normal person, perhaps I could become the lightning that protects her (Asterius), just like the name my mother gave me?

He had fantasized about this possibility, but it was just a fantasy after all.

He is a monster that is hated and feared by humans and will sooner or later be killed by a hero.

Monsters are not even worthy of human life, let alone becoming the companion of the holy princess?

"Father" has already arranged his own life and destiny for him.

He only needs to survive in this maze where there is no day, no night, no sunrise or sunset, and nothing that can be called beautiful, and eat all the lives that enter the maze as food.

This may not be called living.

Because he has never had a trace of happiness in his life, and even pain has never existed.

All I do is sleep, open my eyes, eat, and listen to my heart beating.

In the future, the "Father" will throw Athenian boys and girls into this maze, turning himself into a complete monster.

When that moment comes, he may no longer have to think about these meaningless things and wait for the death that will come at an unknown time.

No, that might not be called death.

After all, it is just the end of life without any sense of reality. How can it be called death?

Compared to "death", this seems to be a better word in every way.

Unfortunately, he had never read a book and could not understand what the better word was.

"That word is 'liberation', but it shouldn't be called 'liberation'."

Suddenly, a voice he had never heard before came from his ears.

The voice was so beautiful and gentle, like a spring breeze, enough to dispel the fog in the monster's heart and bring a long-lost sense of reality.

"If you haven't truly lived, what's the point of so-called 'liberation'?"

Never truly lived?

The monster listened to the other party's offensive words, but did not feel the slightest bit of anger.

All I felt was a choking sensation in my throat, a cold and sour feeling in my chest, and an inexplicable strangeness in my heart.

"Is it painful?"

If this feeling can be called pain, then it is pain.

"Ah...ah..."

The monster wanted to respond, but when he opened his mouth, he could only utter a low growl that was incoherent because he had no one to talk to in years.

Listening to the monster's roar, he felt the strangeness in his heart become more intense.

Is this pain?

It really hurts and is so sad.

I was so sad that I wanted to roar, eat, and attack.

If you don't do this, the pain will be difficult to dissipate and will further tear your heart apart.

But it is wrong to do so.

He was a monster and had been living a monster's life.

To be angry and vent about this indisputable fact, isn't that like refuting one's own existence and everything about oneself?

So, the monster suppressed the strangeness in his heart and forced himself to calm down.

But the more he tried to do this, the more restless he became.

“Hurry…go…!”

Before I become less of a monster, before I go crazy, stay away from me.

The only thing he could do was to make a request to the voice that came from nowhere.

however.

The voice did not escape.

With just a few words, he relieved the monster's pain.

"As expected, you are not a monster."

"Aren't the pain, resentment, anger, and madness you feel right now proof that you possess a human heart?"

"How could a true monster be so shaken by the opinions of humans?"

A true monster would not be shaken by human evaluation?

The monster couldn't understand the specific meaning of this sentence.

Monsters cannot understand each other's thoughts.

But he could still feel that the resentment, dissatisfaction and pain trapped in the maze of his heart seemed to have found a way out and dissipated for the most part.

Because the monster heard a subtle hint of anger in the gentle voice.

Why is this person angry?

Could it be that it’s for my life, for what happened to me?

What an incomprehensible weirdo.

The monster commented in his mind.

But even such a weirdo, a monster, cannot be hated at all.

Rather, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Who are you?"

The monster opened its mouth with great effort, restarting its vocal cords that had not been used for who knows how many years, and asked the question in a low growl.

"Why...are you...coming...here?"