Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

They left behind a variety of magnificent legends and created one miracle after another.

They, as human beings, reached a level comparable to that of gods!

The team of less than a hundred people before us is the elite of the heroic age, the Argonauts who saved all the Greeks and the Olympian gods during the cataclysmic war of the Titans!

Today, the legendary heroes, one by one, are offering their loyalty and promises to Theseus, the holy king of Athens, in a posture of submission. This is undoubtedly stirring up the vanity and pride of the Athenians.

As time went by, the Athenians would once again become the saviors of Greece.

Heroes are born for honor and die for glory!

They were summoned, as always!

It was under the banner raised by His Majesty Theseus that the Amazon warriors of Rome, the Valkyrie legions of the Norse, the Greek strategist Odysseus and his deep-sea fleet who had disappeared for many years, and the Argonauts who had retreated to the paradise of Elysium... one after another, epic armies, upon hearing the call, gathered here without hesitation.

"The wind is blowing just right!"

"The wind speed is just right!"

"Everyone is on board! The Argo is ready!"

As always, the heroes, who were given the advantage of their talents and placed appropriately in different positions, returned signals from various places as the hatch closed.

"Raise anchor, set sail!"

Jason, standing at the bow, looked down at the best ship in the world, glanced back at the best crew in all of Greece, then solemnly drew his bronze sword from his waist and swung it forward, a slightly trembling shout and encouragement coming from his chest.

"With the three goddesses above, glory shall surely belong to the Argonaut Expeditionary Force!"

"All, move out!"

At the same time, the three goddesses who govern the heavens, the earth, and order heard this mortal voice. The pure white clouds dispersed, and the gale blowing from the side stirred up the waves, billowed the giant sails, and pushed the huge and majestic Argo out of the harbor, making it take the lead and sail into the vast waves of the sea.

The deep-sea fleet, the Athenian navy, and the Viking warships were combined into one, forming an invincible sea torrent. Each of them carried their own large army gathered in the port and marched in a mighty procession toward Thermopylae.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

As the massive battle formation began to depart, the Athenians, their fervor and excitement ignited, ran about shouting and cheering hysterically as they followed the fleet.

At this moment, the Athenians were completely convinced that the Third Greco-Persian War was the final opportunity to end a century of turmoil.

They will create a new legend!

The cheers faded into the distance, and the horizon gradually sank into the surging waves.

"Why am I grouped with you little brats?! And I have to take care of them! This is rigged! There must be something fishy going on!"

On the deep-sea black ship carrying the Amazonian warriors, Tamamo-no-Mae looked at her three teammates, who looked like little girls and were arranged from shortest to tallest at 1.3 meters, 1.4 meters, and 1.5 meters respectively. She couldn't help but complain in frustration, and the fur on her dancing tail stood up in anger.

"Who wants to be in a group with you! This should be a solo stage for you! Tch, you're clearly a vicious beast that could kill a bull with one punch, but you always like to act pitiful and weak to gain sympathy. You've already shown your true colors so quickly, it's ridiculous!"

Upon hearing Tamamo-no-Mae's complaint, Nero, standing in the middle, twitched her golden ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up), stepped forward with her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and prepared to deliver her disdain with a condescending gaze.

However, due to the height difference, even though His Majesty the Roman Emperor repeatedly stood on tiptoe and looked up to gaze at the shameful flabby breasts on Tamamo-no-Mae's chest.

Such grotesquely large breasts made Nero's face darken, and he beckoned with a gloomy and displeased expression.

"Hey, you shallow woman, I'll allow you to come and admire true beauty. Squat down!"

"where?"

"Of course it's Rome! It's the emperor of the roses! It's me!"

"You arrogant brat, where do you get your confidence from?"

"Hmph, face reality. Beauty is not a pretentious disguise, but a natural expression of one's true nature."

"Forget it, you're not even as tall as three pieces of tofu. With such a flat body, it would be uncomfortable to hug you to sleep at night. You could fit perfectly into a city wall. You should just grow a few more years. Don't worry, as your temporary guardian, I'll teach you what true charm is!"

Tamamo-no-Mae crossed her arms and gave Nero a mocking once-over, unleashing a torrent of sarcastic remarks.

"How dare you look down on me! I'll be an adult soon! And what's with all this talk of charm? You've already been dumped!"

"Aren't you just as universally disliked and dumped here too!"

"You damned fox!"

"Stinky brat!"

Two figures, one tall and one short, were exposing each other's sore spots, their heads close together, looking at each other with mutual loathing, each rolling up their sleeves, wishing they could fight on the spot.

"Tsk, this is boring. What are you all arguing about here? Isn't it pointless?"

Pentessilia rolled her eyes and scoffed, her face haughty and disdainful.

"In my opinion, instead of living in this world, you should work out with me. Women don't need to use their beauty to please men, nor do they need their judgment."

"Friendly reminder: Over-exercising might make you unmarriageable..."

While Tamamo-no-Mae was arguing with Nero, she glanced back at the new debater who had joined earlier and at her bulging muscles, and couldn't help but twitch her lips and mutter a curse in her heart.

Tiger Girl clenched her fist slowly, seemingly unconcerned, and as her knuckles cracked, she uttered a fierce declaration.

"So what? Once you get stronger, whatever type of man you like for breeding, just grab him and pin him down on the bed!"

For a moment, Tamamo-no-Mae and Nero, who were arguing, were stunned. After thinking for a while, they looked at each other and were speechless.

Chapter 144 The Old Lady Who Had a Third Party

"Forget it, kid, don't look at these things. Come with me to exercise."

In the moment when the atmosphere froze, the fierce Tiger Girl, oblivious to the awkward silence, raised her hand and patted the little Attila beside her, who was staring blankly at the sea, expressionless and speechless. She then tried to pull the little girl to the training room.

"No, she has to stay. I just had a burst of inspiration and came up with a new song. I already agreed that she could stay and help me adjust the lights, and also be a listener to enjoy my voice, which is comparable to Apollo's."

Seeing that his only loyal listener, who was immune to all poisons and had maxed out his resistance, was about to be lured away, Nero immediately forgot about fighting with his mortal enemy Tamamo-no-Mae and grabbed Attila's other hand, trying to regain control.

"Stop! Stop! All of you, stop! I'll take care of her. Don't corrupt the child!"

Seeing a naive little lamb about to embark on two wrong paths of no return, the vixen, who was obsessed with the idea that women should be virtuous wives and loving mothers, could no longer tolerate it and pulled little Attila back from the clutches of a fierce tiger girl and a soulful singer, protecting her behind her.

After several arguments, Nero and Pentessilia finally backed down when Tamamo-no-Mae revealed her status as a temporary guardian and made it clear that she was ready to report the two men's misdeeds at any time.

Samael, you heartless bastard! You dumped all these troublemakers on me, it's so unfair to the fox!

Having finally subdued the two scourges, Tamamo-no-Mae was utterly exhausted. She rushed to the side of the ship, gazing at the Argo ahead, and gritted her teeth as she voiced her accusations against someone.

Previously, Nero, the first problem child to be exposed, had already been dealt with by her and given to Holo for care.

As a result, just one day later, this quiet, lazy, and food-loving dog was driven to nervous exhaustion by the energetic, mischievous child who climbed up and down in the yard and howled from morning till night.

As soon as Samael returned, he was caught red-handed by Holo, who had taken her blankets up the mountain to seek refuge and then blocked the entrance to the government building overnight.

The once wise and virtuous wolf is now clinging to his brother's leg, tears streaming down his face, refusing to let go. With a sob in his voice, he threatens to return the goods, refusing to look at Nero, this scourge, any longer.

Tamamo-no-Mae, who was watching the play at the time, didn't even have time to gloat and mock the stupid dog who couldn't even keep an eye on a brat's hand before she was taken over and became Nero's second temporary guardian.

Incidentally, the Amazon warriors who guarded this Rose Emperor were also assigned to the same warship and placed under Tamamo-no-Mae's command.

As the Amazon queen candidate for commander, Penthesilea naturally joined forces with Nero and was entrusted to Tamamo-no-Mae.

That wasn't all. For some unknown reason, the holy king decided that she was a perfect match for Nero and Attila, and that they should be together. So he insisted on putting the infantile Attila, who had degenerated, onto the ship as well.

As a result, the Roman camp to which she was exiled became like a nursery, leaving this self-proclaimed virtuous and gentle vixen in a state of utter chaos.

That damn bastard! He dumped me before we even got together, are you kidding me?!

After finally getting rid of Pentessilia and Nero, the fox, who was wholeheartedly taking care of Attila the Younger, was filled with grief and resentment, her teeth grinding together in anger.

But as she looked at the structure of the fleet in the distance, Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't help but feel frustrated and fall silent.

The vast fleet group, though seemingly dispersed, was actually divided into three major modules based on the strength of its forces and the familiarity among its members, each maintaining its own structure.

Among them, she, Nero the Rose Emperor, Penthesilea, the Amazonian Queen of the Amazons, and Attila the Younger, the Hunnic King—these newly familiar faces can be broadly categorized as the "Roman Group," and were placed at the rear of the fleet.

Meanwhile, the "Norse" faction, including Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows, Skadi, the goddess of winter, Holo the wise wolf, and Brunhilde the Valkyrie, along with the Athenian Navy and the Deep Sea Fleet, are located in the central region, forming the main body of the army.

Far ahead at the forefront are the Argonauts, Medusa the Serpent Goddess, and other members of the "Greek faction," who have all gone through numerous adventures with the Holy King and have a life-or-death bond with him.

So right now, this holy king is not staying on the Viking flagship or the deep-sea warship, but is on the Argo, catching up with old friends and chatting, and whispering sweet nothings to the Greek serpent god.

From the simple factional divisions and the composition of the fleet, Tamamo-no-Mae, this thousand-year-old fox, could vaguely discern the closeness or distance between each person in that person's heart with just a glance.

Clearly, in the eyes of that holy king, she was mostly just a useful tool fox.

However, the current situation doesn't necessarily define the future; expecting her to obediently remain a tool fox is absolutely impossible.

She's an expert at poaching clients, having third-party interference, and constantly increasing her own importance in the eyes of the parties involved!

In the past, in order to make those monarchs infatuated with her and obey her every word, palace intrigue with those concubines was a must-learn skill.

Moreover, having experienced the changes of five dynasties, her skill level is definitely at the king level.

She had already invested a great deal of time and effort in nurturing this soul to maturity. Like a fox stealing a chicken, she was determined to kill her target. Once she had chosen her prey, she had to reap the rewards! Otherwise, the losses would be even greater!

After encouraging herself and regaining her fighting spirit, Tamamo-no-Mae looked around, but upon taking a closer look, she immediately became listless again.

Tsk, a clueless little girl who just stares blankly all day, a narcissistic brat who loves to cause trouble, a fierce tiger girl produced by Amazon Education...

What the hell is going on!

Despite his high rank, he couldn't stand the fact that his teammates were all terrible players.

If she were to actually lead this group of young kids from the Rome group to compete against the other two teams from the Nordic and Greek factions, it would be an incredibly difficult task.

Besides, the other two places are not as complex as this one. Just managing to control these unruly kids is giving her a huge headache.

Tamamo-no-Mae withdrew her fingers and palm, staring at the few golden-red hairs left in her hand. Her face darkened, and she gasped, her expression resentful.

Ouch... It's already shedding so quickly... How am I going to live from now on?

The fox spirit lay listlessly on the side of the ship's gunwale, but when her gaze fell upon the Viking flagship at the front, she perked up, a smile playing on her lips, and a strange light gleaming in her golden eyes.

If you can't beat them, join them!

Meanwhile, at the Viking flagship, in front of the dressing mirror inside the room.

Skadi, wielding a scarlet magic spear, dressed in a warrior's bodysuit and with her hair draped in a veil, and Scáthach, wearing a silver crown and a cool, elegant dress, exchanged glances with interest, searching for the differences and similarities between them.

The more Skadi looked at the face opposite her that was exactly like her own, the more she couldn't help but daydream, and finally frowned and shook her head.

Sure enough, just as the woman said, she still couldn't accept someone who was exactly like her, either pretending to be her or lying in the arms of another man with a similar appearance.

So, it's still cheap...

Just as Skadi was groaning in exasperation, she suddenly felt a chill. She frowned slightly, opened the window to let in some fresh air and the sunlight.

However, directly in front of them on the sea, stood a wooden speedboat surrounded by hundreds of halos of light.

A hint of frost appeared on the Winter Goddess's face, and her cherry lips unconsciously tightened.

Argo...

Chapter 145 A World Where Only Dogs Get Hurt

Meanwhile, aboard the Argo.

"Ah!"

A sudden chill ran through him, and Samael sneezed loudly on the deck. As if sensing something, he rubbed his itchy nose, turned around to look at the two petite purple-haired girls behind him who had spread out a tablecloth and occupied a large space, rolled his eyes, and snorted irritably.

"You two are a menace! Why didn't you move to the Pure Land of Bliss with the Snake Mother? Why are you still causing trouble outside?"

"The Pure Land of Bliss is nowhere near as fun as the earth. Those heroes are all wary of us, as if we're going to do something bad. It's so boring."

Euryale, kneeling on the tablecloth, glanced at Samael and waved her hand in complaint.

The moment the purple-haired girl let go and turned around, a figure forced to lie on the ground rolled its eyes, its eyes filled with wild joy, and quietly slid its limbs, sticking out its buttocks, and secretly slipped around the corner.

"Ok?"

But as one of the doors opened, sensing the movement, a purplish-red snake-like creature with vertical pupils peered down from the darkness, giving a casual glance and emitting a soft, nasal sound.

"Ouch..."

The three enormous dog heads, staring at the nightmarish figure at the door, shuddered in unison, whimpering as they tucked their tails between their legs and retreated timidly to lie down beside Euryale.

"I told you not to move, be a good boy and listen to me!"

Seeing that Cerberus was trying to sneak away while he wasn't looking, Euryale patted the three menacing dog heads in annoyance, and then continued to trim its fur and do its makeup.