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I am Heracles.

I am a monster hunter.

I am a Gigantes slayer.

So, I have no reason to catch Gigantes, or monsters presumed to be Gigantes, or even animals that have nothing to do with them-especially if they aren’t harming the public.

“Wow, it’s the King’s order!”

“I’m not even from this country, so why are you giving me orders? No one can order me around, except Zeus-sin-nim.”

I am Zeus, and I am Heracles, so why the hell should I listen to a human king’s orders?

*Kwaang!*

I lightly punched the floor with my fist.

The shape of my fist was imprinted on the marble floor of the royal castle, and the ground cracked.

“What’s the reason for ordering me around?”

“W-well, that is….”

“Did someone threaten to kill the King?”

“…….”

The King was silent.

I lightly brushed the marble dust off my fist and then gave the King a stern warning.

“I am a hunter, but I am not one to capture just any beast.”

“…….”

“So, don’t give me orders like that again. It’s just unpleasant.”

“W-well, that is.”

As I slowly applied pressure, he finally began to open his mouth.

“A god appeared in my dream and told me to order you….”

“Ha, which god?”

“W-well, that is.”

“You’re following orders without even knowing which god it is? How can a god hide their own existence?”

“W-watch your words! That’s blasphemy!”

The King was genuinely terrified.

“It’s fine to disregard the King’s dignity! But you must not blaspheme against the gods! Besides Zeus-sin-nim, whom you respect, and Hera Goddess-nim, who has given you glory, humans must not blaspheme against any god! Even if it is a god who hides their own identity!”

I don’t know who that god is that he met in his dream, but it seems like he was properly threatened by the King, as he was genuinely terrified.

“The fact that the god hid their name means they have a reason to do so! Do not doubt the gods, Heracles!”

“Are you afraid that my blasphemy will put Thebes in trouble?”

“That’s right…! What if the god becomes angry and brings disaster upon Thebes!”

“I’m really curious about that god’s name.”

“Heoeoeo!!”

King Creon clutched the back of his neck and trembled on his throne.

It seemed like his blood pressure was rising and he was about to pass out, so I felt sorry for bothering an old man for no reason.

“Ahem. But I can’t compromise on what I can’t compromise on. If that god appears again, then ask them to appear directly in Heracles’ dream, not the King’s. I have no intention of following a god who doesn’t reveal themselves.”

“H-Heracles!!”

“A god who hides themselves might be a god. But from that god….”

If I say this, might Thebes be overturned?

But if the one bothering King Creon is that god.

“If they smell like a chicken coop, tell them to come find me directly.”

If it’s Gaia.

I have no intention of doing as Gaia wishes.

* * *

-A giant boar has appeared on Mount Erymanthos.

-Boar? Sounds delicious.

-I heard it’s a boar that killed people.

-Then, I’ll have to go catch it.

I immediately set out to hunt with the fresh information I had just received.

Whether King Creon flips out or not, whether a land disaster befalls Thebes or not, I immediately packed my bags and set off on a journey to Mount Erymanthos.

Problem one.

“Tsk.”

There are people following me.

After catching the Nemean lion and killing the Hydra, there was another problem with people’s attention being drawn to me.

‘Being famous is also a problem.’

Aggro is being drawn.

People following out of curiosity, people following out of fandom, and people with malicious intent are following me.

How does Heracles hunt monsters?

For those who approach with such curiosity, I am willing to explain in detail how to deal with monsters.

If that hunter doesn’t die from my explanation and advice, it will be a great help to humans and humanity.

Does Heracles really catch monsters alone?

If there is someone approaching with such curiosity, I will show them how to defeat monsters alone in a very cool way.

Of course, I will fight in a more impressive way that anyone can admire with ‘Oooooh’ rather than the somewhat grotesque, barbaric, and primitive fighting style I used when I caught the Nemean lion or the Hydra.

Is Heracles really skilled enough to kill monsters?

If there is someone with such doubts, I will simply show them that these muscles are not just for show.

No matter how much I defeat the thieves who raided my room, humans can’t help but doubt everything unless they see it with their own eyes.

So, if I show them my majesty directly, everyone will know.

Well, up to this point, I can just let it go.

The analogy might be a bit strange, but if a friend I know said he had sex with a 20-year-old white virgin, I would want to see that woman’s face out of curiosity.

Approaching with pure intentions, hoping that a friend will do well, or wishing for friendship with a friend, is the case so far.

Then what about the rest?

They’re all after me.

“Tsk.”

“Why, what’s wrong, Heracles-nim?”

“It’s nothing. So, where were we?”

“We were talking about how to deal with monsters bigger than yourself. About close combat when ranged attacks don’t work.”

“Ah, right. First of all, you shouldn’t think about fighting back with strength….”

I am deeply thinking about the many people following me, while simultaneously passing on my hunting know-how to the hunters who have become similar to my followers.

“Ooh, indeed! It’s not always about winning with strength…!”

“If there is one big difference between humans and beasts, it’s that they use tools. If that’s the most appropriate tool to capture that beast, then there’s no need to say more.”

“Ooh…!”

There’s no way I can get angry when there are people next to me who are purely admiring me like this.

These people are not trying to bother me, but are purely following me because they admire my existence.

When a really fit man goes to the gym to work out or teaches someone else how to work out, how can he hate it when others sneakily come to watch, listen, or even ask for help?

There are cases where I hate it.

Those who are mixed in with the crowd and trying to steal something from me somehow.

One group is trying to get their name on the Cadmus Grand Festival by putting a spoon on it later when I hunt.

-No, why isn’t it a solo hunt!

-Theseus-nim is the one who defeated the boar, but among those who went with him, this person shot an arrow and hit the boar….

-How strong is that one arrow!

-The principle is the principle. Although the intentions were not the same, it is considered to have been hunted together….

-Shit!

Theseus told me.

He told me exactly what happened to him.

His share of the hunt was 100%, but some crazy bastard put a 0.1% spoon on it, and a name like Spunius or something was stuck under his name.

There are many such Spuniuses here too.

And there are even more trashy bastards following me, to the point where I think those guys are mild.

“Hmm….”

“What’s wrong?”

“Stay away a bit, you. Don’t approach within 1m of my body.”

“…….”

There are those who spy on me, pretending to ask about hunting methods.

There are those who are trying to find the Hydra’s core, which is hidden somewhere on my body.

I don’t have it, so I just shouted to go to the Lernean swamp, release the Hydra seal, and take it out again, but even after saying that, there are still those who judge that I am lying and chase after me.

Quick-witted bastards.

Even though I have never officially used Hydra’s poison, there are those who assume that I must be hiding Hydra’s poison because I caught Hydra and chase after me.

“Is the sun starting to set?”

And one group.

“Hmm. Then I’m going to start camping here….”

“Ah, Heracles-nim said he’s going to camp!”

“Prepare for camping!”

A really troublesome group followed me.

“…Ha.”

“Set up the tent! Light the fire! Prepare the food for Heracles-nim to eat!”

“Spread out the cots first! Make a comfortable place for Heracles-nim to sleep!”

It’s convenient.

Because even if I don’t prepare anything, they set up a tent in this clearing in the forest on their own.

The problem is that the people who are seriously setting up the campsite are not hunters, but ‘soldiers’ who followed me.

“Oh my, Heracles-nim. Are you uncomfortable?”

“…….”

Theban soldiers.

These are the soldiers that King Creon attached to me, or rather, attached to the woman who followed me.

Blonde hair, blue eyes.

Big boobs.

She was wearing comfortable clothes for long-distance travel, but her body was so voluptuous and beautiful even though it was covered by clothes.

“Princess Megara.”

“Yes, Heracles-nim.”

“Are you planning to share a bed again this time?”

“Of course. That way, you won’t have such thoughts, would you?”

*Heeheek.*

Megara gave me a seductive smile.

“The god said that I should get pregnant with Heracles’ child.”

“…….”

King Creon’s eldest daughter.

The princess of Thebes.

Megara.

She is now seducing me under the guise of a divine message.

With such familiar blonde hair, with such familiar blue eyes.

“That’s, my destiny given to me?”

With such a familiar line.

“If I don’t get you pregnant, Thebes might be destroyed?”

Who.

Is threatening me to spread my legs and have sex.