Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, you have every reason to be proud in the professional world of Arcadia Circuit.

But the problem is, your cat cart has tipped over!

In his grief and anger, Samael shrank into a corner, his back to the two men, surrounded by a tense atmosphere, his mind racing with rage.

What a great opportunity! If I win the race, I can take the boss away and then masturbate as much as I want!

Or you can lose the race and get carried away by the big sister!

But why did I have to win against Atalanta, and Atalanta lose to Hippolyta? This most unlikely outcome of a third-party intervention made me depressed.

What can be said? This hunter's love for the child far surpassed her love for herself; it was an unresolved heartache for her.

Hippomenes! That troublemaking bastard deserves to be killed a hundred times over! A hundred times over!

Samael cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with malice.

"Well, I'm the one who lost the game. I'll handle the rest myself."

Atalanta coughed and turned her head, her eyes darting around guiltily.

Samael glanced at the composed Hippolyta and muttered to himself.

Boss, you lost. You're going to the Amazon. For your safety, I have to come along too, right? Is there a difference?

Buy one get one free, it's actually a bigger loss!

Thinking about this, Samael became even more depressed, veins bulging on his forehead, and waves of malice erupting uncontrollably in his heart.

Hippomenes! Hippomenes! Is that Hippomenes guy dead or not?! I'm going to kill him!

Just then, the assembly bell rang out from the stadium.

Along with that came a message from a maid.

Hippolyta's result was invalidated due to gender incompatibility. Due to an unexpected incident involving a contestant, Princess Atalanta's husband will re-determine the winners.

Haha, that's what you call a sudden turn of events! That's what you call a glimmer of hope! That's what you call a father-in-law's help!

There's hope! Hippolyta won't be able to abduct the princess of Cartier this time.

Samael suddenly felt that the old, smirking face of King Iasos, which he remembered, had become unusually approachable and endearing. He wished he could pounce on him right then and there and give him a couple of kisses to show his respect for his future son-in-law.

Now more than ever, we must be more reserved!

Samael tightened his brow, nodded slightly to Atalanta, signaling her to head to the arena and await the verdict. The huntress blushed slightly, her mind reeling, and instinctively followed behind him.

Hippolyta frowned slightly, her face darkening, and a hint of resentment flickered in her eyes.

The three walked out of the cubicle and onto the field.

However, the moment Samael looked up at the stands and his gaze fell upon the extra figure beside King Iasos, his face instantly turned ashen.

Water-patterned armor, trident... People from the Temple of Poseidon?

Iasos, you old bastard, I knew you weren't going to be so kind as to stand up for me!

Chapter 175 The Joy of Watching the Show (2/3)

"The victor is Hippomenes!"

King Iasos solemnly announced the results, and his response to the doubts was also very simple.

This divine descendant should have been first, but was ambushed by someone using despicable means. Therefore, the person who violated the rules will be eliminated, and the result obtained by him through improper means will be awarded to Hippomenes.

The crowd erupted in uproar and whispers, but then the middle-aged man holding the trident slammed his weapon to the ground, and a divine aura of azure blue swept across the entire area as he spoke arrogantly.

“All the defeated should have been executed by Princess Atalanta, but now you are slaves of Hippomenes. But rejoice, for this forgiving son of the gods has pardoned you.”

This sudden temptation caused the surviving contestants to blink, and the noisy objections subsided.

They don't care who comes in first, those who have no hope of competing, but what matters is that the person elected can keep them alive.

At this moment, when most people fell silent, Atalanta, who had been stabbed in the back by her own father, was furious and wanted to go on stage to fight back and expose their shamelessness.

However, Samael reached out and grabbed Atalanta's wrist, his gaze lingering playfully over Hippomenes, who was bruised and battered in the stands, and landed behind him.

"No rush, let's see. It seems someone will stand up for us..."

Is someone standing up for justice?

Atalanta was taken aback. Following Samael's gaze, she saw a white-haired youth with crisscrossing bangs, holding a serpent staff, wearing black surgical-style clothing, a hood, and carrying a hood.

Samael lowered his gaze, rubbing his fingertips as if watching a show.

At the same time, the calm, white-haired youth raised his right hand from his wide sleeve, and a sudden voice came from under his half-masked face.

"Wait a minute, the results I got from the patient are not quite the same as what you're saying."

He confessed that he had first used a mind-bending device and then deliberately attacked Theseus, the contestant in front of him.

When the secret hidden in his heart was revealed, Hippomenes's smug smile froze instantly, his still swollen cheeks twitched violently, and he denied it in panic.

"That's not true! You're slandering me!"

The white-haired youth with crisscrossed bangs took out a small, crystal-clear bottle from his pocket and gently shook it in front of everyone, his tone indifferent yet resolute.

"It's true. In order to find out the cause of your injury, I added belladonna to the medicine you were taking to relieve your pain."

My research has found that a certain component in belladonna can induce a special state of sedation in patients, during which they will answer questions accurately while unconscious.

Before Hippomenes could continue his sophistry, the white-haired youth skillfully pulled out a magic crystal containing recorded images from his long sleeves and played it for the entire audience to see.

Hippomenes' face turned a deep purplish-red, and King Iasos and the demigod of the Sea God's temple also looked grim under their questioning gazes.

The special component in belladonna is... scopolamine? The legendary truth serum?

Samael looked surprised and couldn't help but admire the white-haired youth standing behind Hippomenes.

As expected of a medical genius, he can even come up with something like this!

Indeed, this young man with crisscrossing bangs is none other than Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine, also known as "Ophiuchus".

At the same time, he was also Chiron's most outstanding student at the Academy of Athens, and after graduation he went directly to Mount Ares.

The appearance of this kid means that someone from Athena's side has arrived.

I knew it! Hippomenes' injuries meant he wouldn't be able to get up and cause trouble so easily without special methods.

Simply lying flat might save your life; if you get up and are pushed to a higher place, you're more likely to fall even harder.

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit. That wicked girl Athena is as cunning as ever.

Ancient Snake lightly flicked its fingernails, raised its eyes and smiled as it looked at the stands where the performance was reaching its climax. It was so calm and composed, like a fisherman sitting on a fishing platform, enjoying the surging waves of the judges.

At this moment, amidst the chorus of scorn, Hippomenes retreated, his face pale, and looked pleadingly at the demigod of the sea god's temple.

"boom!"

The trident, decorated with water ripples and fish scales, slammed heavily into the ground. The middle-aged demigod gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, his eyes filled with gloom.

"Arcadia will surely prosper and become even more powerful and glorious because of Princess Atalanta's marriage. This is the divine decree of His Majesty Poseidon!"

The expressions of the people on the field changed slightly, and their fear caused the shouts to momentarily drown out the crowd.

A guarantee from a supreme god, whether true or false, was not something they could offend or question. Those competitors with self-respect and integrity showed expressions of helplessness, looking with pity at the figure standing side by side with Princess Atalanta.

It seems that this man is most likely the one Princess Atalanta is waiting for, and they are just there to make up the numbers.

However, emotions may not be as sharp as the spear of divine authority.

Just as everyone remained silent and showed sympathy, the God of Healing on the stands slowly retrieved the magic crystal and responded calmly.

"It seems that the noble sea god still failed to learn his lesson from the judgment at the last Ares Mountain."

"In that case, I also have a divine oracle: Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, blesses the union of Theseus and Princess Atalanta!"

As the God of Healing took out and unfolded the parchment, golden characters transformed into light patterns that shot straight into the sky, while pure white clouds scattered in all directions. Two pure white owls, each carrying an olive branch, landed on the shoulders of Samael and Atalanta, respectively.

That lush greenery transformed into streams of light that entered the bodies of the two people.

The demigod of the Sea God Temple's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to say a few polite words, the God of Healing, who was extremely composed, once again took out a parchment scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it.

"The Oracle of Themis, the Goddess of Justice: Hippomenes has interfered with the competition by despicable means and has been found guilty of framing others. All the city-states that believe in Her Highness Themis will refuse him entry."

The demigod seemed to recall a certain sea god's son who had died in vain, and his breath caught in his throat.

But then, the god of medicine slowly pulled a parchment scroll from his sleeve, opened it, and crimson light patterns shone down from the clouds, transforming into venomous snakes that bit Hippomenes' ankle.

Amidst the young progenitor's agonizing screams, a blood-red, inverted triangular mark appeared on his forehead.

Then the venomous snake made of blood energy swam into the crowd, clung to Samael's palm, and transformed into a slightly shimmering red gem.

The expressions of the crowd below the stage changed drastically. The Mark of Revenge!

Those afflicted with this curse not only suffer the torment of snake venom daily, but their every move is also constantly monitored by their enemies.

"The Oracle of Medusa, the Goddess of Fury: This is righteous revenge. The Temple of Fury will facilitate it. The victim, Theseus, may at any time launch a counterattack against the perpetrator, Hippomenes, and take away his honor, his possessions, and his life!"

The God of Healing spoke in a calm tone, revealing contents that chilled all the contestants to the bone.

"Don't go too far! This is a matter for the Temple of Poseidon. Hippomenes may have made mistakes, but your Mount Ares has no right to interfere!"

At this moment, the demigod on the platform approached the healer and issued a warning that was both gentle and firm.

"Does 'excessive' mean that the Three Oracles aren't enough?"

The God of Healing glanced at the demigod, then casually continued rummaging into his sleeve.

"Alright then, I still have some..."

Chapter 176 Filial Piety and Parental Love Lead to Mutual Harm (3/3)

Everyone in the arena gasped, their blood pressure spiked, and they felt an urge to pin the doctor to the ground and beat him up.

On purpose, absolutely on purpose!

I understand. You're not trying to kill him, you're making it so he can't even die if he wants to.

At this moment, Samael's eyelids twitched, he felt inexplicably guilty, and a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

Now, he has a question to ask.

Is this VIP service expensive?

"The goddess of the hunt worshipped by Arcadia, right? Her Highness Artemis's oracle states that Atalanta was raised by the sacred beast she sent. King Iasos, you abandoned this child since birth, never fulfilling your duties as a father for a single day, and have no right to decide her future. Therefore, the goddess decided to send her followers to Mount Ares to avoid harassment."

From this day forward, Princess Atalanta will be under the protection of Mount Ares and will enjoy the freedom granted by law!

The God of Healing handed the moon-white parchment scroll to the blank-faced old king. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone whose blood pressure was soaring, he fumbled around for a while and reluctantly took out a golden parchment scroll with a sun pattern.

The Oracle of Delphi! Even Apollo, the god of light, has come out to lend his support?

The audience was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, eagerly awaiting the "Medical God" to unleash an even bigger bombshell.

However, Asclepius hesitated for a long time before muttering as he tore open the seal and revealed the contents.

"The Oracle of Delphi has decreed that Hippomenes violated the rules of the Olympian Games, and Theseus's self-defense was a counterattack that did not interfere with the game; therefore, the result is valid! The despicable one will be barred from participating in any form of athletic competition!"

The Delphi region has always been the dominant host of the Olympic Games, and even the relatively neutral god of light, Apollo, believed that Hippomenes deserved his fate, so the outcome this time was a foregone conclusion.

After reading it aloud, the god of medicine disdainfully stuffed the famous Delphic oracle into his sleeve, bypassed the completely stunned king and a certain demigod, and came before Hippomenes, giving the patient a brief glance.

"Finally, please remember to come to the Ares Mountain Hospital to turn yourself in and accept a formal trial within seven days."

"What? I'm not going! Why should I go?"

Startled awake, Hippomenes turned pale and staggered backward, shaking his head hysterically.

"Because you are suspected of murdering a demigod during the competition. He is the adopted son of Her Highness Athena."

The God of Healing slowly revealed the victim's identity, while the demigod of the Sea God Temple beside him trembled with rage, as if he were witnessing a replay of the Sea God's Son's murder case.

"I'm not going! The golden apple was a gift from Aphrodite, and she's the one who orchestrated this. You go to her, why are you targeting me!"

Hippodones, who had retreated to a corner, seemed to hear endless mockery that went straight to his brain. Everyone's eyes were filled with malice and contempt. This dramatic ups and downs in his life caused this young divine descendant, who had limited resilience, to roar nervously, like a hyena full of grievances.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically, and the demigod of the Water God Temple on the platform even had his pupils shrink sharply.

The God of Medicine glanced at the deranged youth with a look of utter disbelief, then silently took a few steps back, creating some distance between them.

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky darkened, and a blood-red ring of light appeared above the clouds, interlocking and rotating. Accompanied by a man's angry snort, a sharp beam of light slashed down, and Hippomenes, who was standing in place, was instantly vaporized in the blood-red light.