"Sounds good, thanks."
Souma left with the fish.
This big dog finally got wise.
Previously, every time he went over to mooch food, it was practically free, and he almost kicked him out.
After he left.
The strong man hiding in the corner stepped out, frowning slightly at Cú Chulainn.
"Are you here to buy fish? They're all fresh!"
Cú Chulainn looked at him in surprise.
This guy felt so much like Hercules!
No!
He wasn't just similar; he was clearly the same person!
Cú Chulainn's mind raced.
The two had a genuine adversarial relationship in the Holy Grail War of "Unlimited Blade Works."
They had fought fiercely against each other at first.
Oh right, he had also fought against Shirou.
Later, they had cooperated to take down the strongest King of Heroes, but unfortunately, neither had survived to the end.
That bastard Kiritsugu had forced him to commit suicide with a command spell.
But it was fine; he had ultimately swapped out that jerk, so it wasn't a total loss!
And Hercules had also been taken out by a flashy attack, dying quite miserably.
So there was no problem.
Misery loves company!
Hercules frowned as he sized up Cú Chulainn: "You are... Cú Chulainn???"
The illustrious demigod hero of Celtic mythology, known as the "Son of Light," who was regarded alongside him and King Arthur as a heroic figure, how could he be standing on the roadside selling fish in such attire?
In these past few days, Hercules had naturally caught up on all the exposed videos of Alaya, clearly understanding what had happened to Nameless and himself across various timelines.
In "Unlimited Blade Works," they were considered adversaries.
But it didn't matter; he had always been able to overpower the other, so that was fine.
The biggest issue was that the bastard King of Heroes had the audacity to try to extract Illya's heart.
And to disdainfully treat him like a beast was something Hercules could never tolerate.
In contrast to the hate-filled King Gilgamesh, Cú Chulainn appeared quite benevolent.
"I'm not, I didn't, don't say nonsense!"
Cú Chulainn immediately denied it three times, pointing to the cold storage beside him, "Do you want to buy some discounted fish?"
"Oh, I see."
Hercules nodded.
No wonder Souma came here to buy groceries; it turned out he knew this guy.
From Cú Chulainn's earlier reaction, it seemed he hadn't recognized Souma at all, treating him like an ordinary boy.
Tsk, that guy was indeed as cunning as he remembered; no wonder he considered him a brother!
Hercules thought for a moment and spoke, "May I ask what work I can do to earn some money?"
In the age of gods, he was the world-renowned son of Zeus, a great hero sung by countless people, so he would be treated wherever he went.
However,
After countless battles, completing the Twelve Labors, and teaming up with Nameless to defeat Kronos, Hercules felt quite exhausted.
This was probably why Souma willingly chose to be an ordinary high school student in Fuyuki City, giving up all fame and power to quietly enjoy a mundane life.
It seemed this "Son of Light" in front of him had also given up all the status and wealth that a Heroic Spirit should possess to become an ordinary fish seller.
Now, after Hercules descended to the human world in his Heroic Spirit form, he just wanted to protect Illya well.
To be a qualified father, atoning for his past.
Since he chose a mundane life, he couldn't go fighting or hunting; he needed to find a job suitable for him.
"Uh, how about moving bricks?" Cú Chulainn suggested, looking at his strong physique.
This guy was a genuine demigod; moving bricks would definitely speed up construction!
"Moving bricks? That could work."
Hercules felt it suited him well.
No need to think, and no need for deceit; pure physical labor was truly enjoyable.
So, he would prepare to move bricks to earn money to support Illya.
Just then.
A passing citizen of Fuyuki City stopped at the stall, watching the two with great interest.
"Oh, the Son of Light is selling fish, and the mighty Hercules wants to move bricks?"
Gilgamesh smiled with great delight, "Would you like to work for me? I guarantee you'll earn more."
What a sight to behold.
Two great heroes, yet both doing ordinary people's work.
"Gilgamesh!"
Hercules glared coldly at him, not hiding his murderous intent in the slightest.
The people passing by felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had encountered a raging dinosaur, and instinctively moved away.
The current him was no longer the berserker who had lost his reason.
With the Twelve Labours he possessed, he—
[Would never lose until the eleventh battle]
Twelve lives, along with a body full of powerful artifacts, made him completely unafraid of his opponent.
"Oh, you want to fight me?"
Gilgamesh looked at the opponent, fully armed with artifacts, and chuckled lightly, "Do you really think you can defeat me with these worthless things?"
In the Fifth Holy Grail War, that was considered his most cringeworthy black history.
But Gilgamesh had his own pride.
He could admit that it was his black history, but he would never regret it.
Because a king is inherently perfect.
Those who regret are unworthy of being kings!
The duel between two nearly rank-1 top-tier heroes left Cú Chulainn standing nearby feeling quite helpless.
Please don't fight; this won't kill anyone—
If you're going to fight, do it somewhere else!
If these two really started battling, the entire marketplace would be destroyed in an instant, forcing him to reveal his identity.
His peaceful daily life was about to be completely shattered.
Should he call his teacher, Scathach, to mediate?
No, no, if that purple old lady came, she would definitely stab him with a gun first!
That woman was determined to make him stronger, thereby granting herself death.
The problem was, with her strength, who could possibly defeat her?
So, how should he mediate this fight now?
Cú Chulainn racked his brain, thinking about who to find when he suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
A savior has arrived!
He quickly pulled out his phone: "Alaya has updated a video; do you want to watch it?"
"What video?"
Gilgamesh asked naturally.
From the beginning, those he had defeated could never defeat him again; they were all insignificant.
The only concern was that their battle would definitely destroy Fuyuki City, affecting that bastard friend's daily life.
But in the video exposing the Olympian Gods, it could be seen that the other party had deliberately deceived him.
Clearly, after accepting Tiamat's power, he was unharmed, yet he insisted on putting on a tragic act of sacrificing himself.
Truly, what a bastard friend!
"It's the sequel to the Olympian Gods!"
Cú Chulainn flipped his phone around to show the two tense heroes.
On the screen, a line of text appeared—
[Sequel to the Olympian Gods—"The Crowned Beauty Who Bewitches the Gods"]
[This side story is carefully selected by me, showcasing the gods bewitched by Nameless. Exclusive exposure, don't miss it!]
"Heh, that guy really has a strong charm," Gilgamesh snorted.
He had to admit, his bastard friend's charm was quite remarkable.
In the previous side story, "The Vow in the Snow," a simple high jump had drawn a crowd of viewers, including Cú Chulainn, Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Matou, and even the old bug.
Even the King of Heroes himself had watched it!
It was as if Alaya had publicly live-streamed a high jump that bewitched all beings!
And in "Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia," Nameless had effortlessly conquered gods like Ereshkigal, Ana, and Quetzalcoatl.
The three goddess alliance that the Demon King had painstakingly prepared instantly turned traitorous!
In the end.
Even the most terrifying and powerful primordial mother goddess, Tiamat, had been conquered by him, successfully repairing the singularity.
Now, it was the turn of the Greek gods!
Heracles frowned, "That guy is indeed very strong."
Not just ordinary scary.
The brief journey through the Greek divine era allowed his charm to shine through.
"Well then, let's watch together," Cú Chulainn suggested.
As long as these two didn't start fighting, everything would be fine.
"Alright." Heracles nodded.
"I'll join you as well," Gilgamesh agreed.
He was curious to see how many other gods Nameless had conquered besides those previously exposed in the Olympian Gods video.
As they clicked to watch, the comments were already flooding in—
[Here it comes, my favorite gossip side story!]
[Damn, we were just talking about it, and now Alaya calls him the crowned beauty, truly official recognition!]
[So, besides the previously exposed gods, could there be others?]
[Wow, Alaya is getting more and more like a gossip reporter!]
[Tsk, if the Greek gods descend to the mortal realm, they will definitely fight over Nameless!]
...
Modern Greece.
Atalanta was discussing how to build a school with Medea when she happened to see the side story update and curiously chose to open it.
At the beginning of the video.
Nameless, Mash, and Atalanta began to duel against a massive magical boar.
And in the sky, the moon goddess Artemis and Athena were nervously watching.
That was nothing.
The scene flashed by, arriving at the previous running competition.
The race for marriage.
Whoever could outrun Atalanta would win her hand.
Nameless easily won the race, and his only request was to restore Atalanta's freedom.
He even forced her father to drink water from a river, turning him into a woman to marry another contestant, punishing that bastard father.
Medea chuckled, "Is the freedom given to you by others really true freedom?"
This Atalanta was really pathetic!
Just a mere freedom, and she still needed someone else to grant it!
"You don't understand."
Atalanta didn't want to say much more.
At that time, it was the true beginning of her freedom, and she was very grateful to him.
She had been working hard to become stronger, wanting to fight alongside him.
However, the scene below made her uneasy.
She saw the moon goddess and the sun god blessing Nameless before returning to the heavens.
These two gods actually wanted to privately divide Nameless!
Artemis said, "Nameless is the one I have my eyes on; why shouldn't I be allowed to have him?"
"My dear sister, you are a noble goddess; how can you casually be with a mere human?"
Apollo spoke without hesitation, basking in the golden sunlight, making him appear exceptionally radiant and majestic.
Then he continued, "So, let me have him! First, let's turn him into a girl!"
"No way, turning him into a girl is absolutely out of the question! You perverted brother, you can't even let a boy go!" Artemis coldly huffed.
"Why don't we share this guy from another timeline, one day for you and one day for me?" Apollo proposed.
"Absolutely not!"
Artemis refused without hesitation!
The conversation between the two gods made Atalanta's eyes widen in shock.
Medea beside her also looked dazed.
She had underestimated the terrifying nature of the Greek gods.
These two actually both wanted Nameless!
"Moon goddess…"
Atalanta looked at her reflection in the nearby mirror, her green hair seeming even more vibrant.
Originally, she had worshipped the moon goddess since childhood, wanting to be an eternal pure maiden.
Even after meeting Nameless, she had been in a frenzy, torn about whether to be with him.
But why!
Why did the moon goddess, who had always disliked romance, act like a lovesick girl, desperately wanting Nameless?
Why did it turn out like this when I was the one who came first?
Countless onlookers were thoroughly entertained.
After all, side stories are meant to tell lighthearted and enjoyable tales outside of the tragic main plot.
Upon seeing this, they flooded the comments—
-[Green・Tower Cat・Green!]]
-[A friend of mine got cheated on, but I don't know how to tell her.jpg]
-[As expected of Nameless, even the sun god has been conquered, amazing!]
-[Damn, I just remembered, Atalanta is the leader of the FFF Society; is she going to lead the betrayal?]
-[Friends walk together for life; whoever gets a partner first is a dog. If you can get a partner, then be a dog; who wants to be friends with you!]
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