I'm in Type-Moon, how can I let you bully me?

Sixty-four. Brother’s ex-offender

"Deliberate punch!"

After Pollux roared like this, he punched the man opposite him hard in the face.

Then he opened his palm, grabbed the man's head, jumped up, and slammed it to the ground.

“Smash it for me!!!”

"..."

Outside the arena, Castor, who had won the fencing championship and was watching the match, was silent for a moment. Then, he asked Russell beside him in confusion, "Why would Pollux say such a thing while throwing a punch?"

Punch when you want to.

What's the point of reading out the name of a move?

Isn't this stupid?!

Castor wanted to say this directly, but even though his heart was filled with resentment, he knew that once he said this, those moves would be used against him.

So, Castor asked this question in a slightly euphemistic way.

Russell thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps someone said that shouting something like this while playing would be very impressive and would easily earn cheers from others, right?"

Castor began to scan the crowd still watching Pollux's game thoughtfully.

"Big Sister Pollux, we respect you!!!"

"Big Sister Pollux has once again knocked her opponent to his knees. Big Sister is invincible!"

"My blood is boiling! Seeing a match like this is worth the price of admission even if I die!!!!"

really......

Castor nodded. It seemed that the effect was indeed good. The event was very entertaining and it was easy to get cheers from others.

that is......

Castor looked at Pollux, who, though a little embarrassed, was even more excited by the cheers, with some annoyance. He said speechlessly, "Please don't bring this kind of performance into the actual battle. By the way, who gave Pollux this idea?"

"it's me."

Russell nodded decisively, admitting this without any embarrassment.

Castor was speechless.

"Then why didn't you just say it?"

“I like being passive.”

"It's completely meaningless."

Faced with Castor's rare complaints, Russell watched the boxing match in front of him intently and revealed the reason.

"The number of Pelasgians is small, and those who still remember your past glory are even fewer. Even if the people on this island are willing to believe in you, the glory, or rather, faith, popularity, etc. required is too little. This is the only option..."

"As for why Pollux..."

Russell looked at Castor, and after a moment's silence, he spoke bluntly.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but your constant bitterness and hatred, along with your quick and unspectacular decisions in every match, have contributed to your low popularity."

"To be frank, I'm far inferior to Pollux."

Lies are not bullets, the truth is the sharp knife.

Castor, who was already filled with hatred and resentment, felt like crying at this moment.

Could it be that after absorbing them into the Olympian pantheon, this was the reason why his sister Pollux was made a descendant of Zeus, while he was not?

Being disliked...

Castor lowered his head silently, once again darkly digesting his own negative emotions.

"But we'll be able to get rid of this soon."

Seeing that the child had become autistic, Russell no longer hid the truth and told the child everything he had prepared for the ceremony.

"The ritual is almost done. No matter how much we improve it, it won't be perfect. Even if there is a very small risk, but..."

"Would you like to try it first?"

The available data was too little, and even if Russell had forced Medea and Circe to do hard labor, they could not have been improved.

So, I wanted Castor to try it first.

"I am willing!"

Castor's tone of reply was so firm and powerful.

God knows how much he wants to restore his former glory.

You said being demoted and becoming twins is fine.

The sister is set as an immortal with the blood of Zeus, while he is set as a human son without the blood of Zeus.

Is this reasonable?

"Restoring our former glory is impossible without risks, right? I'm mentally prepared."

This is true.

Although Russell did not have the cautious idea that "the probability of this happening is only 0.001%, isn't it the same as 100%?"

However, we also try our best to minimize the risks.

Even if the ritual failed, there was no danger to life with Asclepius there.

If all else fails and something unexpected happens and even Asclepius can't be saved, he will go to the underworld to snatch someone away.

Although there are rumors that the Queen of the Underworld may be having an affair with him, using such power will only make the rumors more intense.

But it doesn't matter!

Russell was willing to do this for his friends.

He was just afraid that after going to the underworld, something might really happen between him and the Queen of the Underworld...

After all, this Queen of the Underworld seems to have given Hades a hat in mythology.

Moreover, in Sisyphus’ own story, there is also a connection with the Queen of the Underworld.

Plus, he has the characteristic of easily attracting goddesses...

This possibility is not impossible.

God bless him, he is not a minotaur warrior.

"Well, once Pollux wins the championship, we'll start preparing."

"it is good!"

......

"That's it, how can I lose!?"

Standing on the podium, wearing the crown made of olive branches that only the champion can wear, although Pollux felt a little ashamed, he still spoke this provocative speech in a very Greek heroic style with confidence and openness.

"Oh--"

Cheers and applause rose one after another, cheering for Pollux's bold speech at this moment.

Strength, appearance and confident speech together constitute the charm of Pollux at this time.

The cheers and applause did not fade away over time, but continued.

Pollux, however, could no longer bear it and left the podium and exited through a side exit.

At the exit, Pollux saw two men waiting for her.

"Brother? Sisyphus, what are you doing..."

Looking at Pollux, who had addressed him first but leaned towards Russell, Castor's face darkened and he spoke in a muffled voice.

"Is the ceremony ready?"

"real!"

She threw herself into Russell's arms and gave him a grateful hug.

"Thank you so much, Sisyphus!"

"..."

Castor narrowed his eyes. Why did he feel that his sister wanted to hug him on purpose?

65. Eat your tribute

The temple has been built and the old faith has returned.

The flame of faith, the detailed statues, and the majestic temples were all built bit by bit by the believers.

A fantasy race running in the woods.

Devout believers pray in front of the temple.

Fertile land, free from disease.

All this indicates that the time to begin has come.

"Let's get started..."

In this solemn temple, there is a holy atmosphere of divine return.

Looking at Pollux and Castor sitting on the throne, Stheno said in a serious tone.

Euryale, who was also watching, was not as solemn as Stheno.

Her fingers gently picked up a fruit from the plate beside her and put it into her mouth.

"Don't worry. The preparations made by those humans for this are very diligent. The aura of faith is not false, and Sisyphus's method is also very reliable."

Hearing this, Medea looked at Russell helplessly, holding Circe, who had been counterattacked by Russell for the twenty-sixth time and turned into a pink piglet.

Is this Sisyphus' method reliable?

This is why she and her aunt tried their best to find information every day, and even prayed to the goddess Hecate for help.

Sisyphus only had to come up with ideas, but she and her aunt had a lot to consider.

Now, their names are not mentioned at all.

However, Medea didn't care.

She only hoped that after the ritual was successful, Lord Sisyphus would study magic with her in the room for a night and have a good discussion.

Medea blushed a little when she thought of this.

"Wait......"

Atalanta and Katniss, who had just won the running and swimming championships, arrived late and couldn't help but complain when they saw the scene in front of them, especially Euryale's performance.

"You are so disrespectful, especially Yurielle."

"Hey, me?"

Yurielle blinked her innocent eyes and said in confusion.

"Was I being disrespectful?"

"This!" Katniss pointed at the fruit that Euryale was twisting in her hand again and said with certainty, "I know this. It's the fruit that believers offer to the gods, right? You're stealing the tribute!"

"How could that be..."

Yurielle covered her mouth, looking extremely surprised, and spoke softly.

"But...am I not a god?"

"It is a fruit offered to the gods who participate in the ceremony."

Atalanta gave Euryale a cold look.

Originally, she was not a rude person.

But when one day she accidentally saw Euryale hugging Russell and her white and tender fingers drawing circles on Russell's back, Atalanta could no longer control herself.