Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

The man's body is as massive as a mountain.

As if sculpted by Hephaestus himself, it is a divine work of art.

His towering muscles are sharply defined.

Most astonishingly, every muscle fiber and every drop of blood flowing within his veins is filled with pure magical energy that could be called divine.

Just observing him for a few seconds is enough.

The subordinates accompanying Bazdilot are already moved to tears.

It is an exclamation of solemn and sacred things.

Transcending consciousness, their bodies seem disconnected from their minds, unable to move even if they wanted to flee.

"The one who decides that question isn't me, but you, isn't it? I have a question I want to ask you, great hero of Greece."

Bazdilot stares at the man.

He emanates an extremely strange and gloomy aura.

If the Heroic Spirit's aura is described as sacred and majestic, then Bazdilot is like a demon immersed in a swamp.

That filth, that darkness—

If one didn't see his human form, they would instinctively think he was some kind of monster wearing human skin.

"Ask away."

"To achieve victory, are you capable of harming children?"

The moment Bazdilot speaks these words,

The surrounding atmosphere becomes heavy in an instant, and the Heroic Spirit's expression darkens along with it.

The mafia subordinates outside the summoning circle

They show terrified expressions.

Clearly, Bazdilot's question has displeased the Heroic Spirit, and the nerves of those around him tighten.

"What's wrong? Answer the question quickly. Are you capable of killing children to achieve victory?"

Bazdilot seems impatient.

He repeats the question once more.

–We're going to die, we're going to die!

It's like intuition is kicking in.

Even the surrounding mafia subordinates are trembling with fear, their faces as pale as wax.

Even if they wanted to stop their boss from speaking, they couldn't.

Because, they are more afraid of dying at Bazdilot's hands than being killed by the great hero.

"Impossible. How could I possibly do that? If anyone dared to give me such an order, that person would be my enemy."

The Heroic Spirit's identity goes without saying.

He is the renowned great hero of Greek mythology, the one who overcame the Twelve Labors and ascended to godhood.

His name is—Heracles.

Due to the machinations of the gods, he once mistakenly killed his own children, eventually falling into madness.

Therefore, Bazdilot asking this question

Is practically a death wish.

At this moment, a pressure like being targeted by an arrow locks onto Bazdilot.

However, Bazdilot remains unfazed, saying: "I have long since disregarded life and death. It seems the Command Seals will come in handy after all."

He removes the glove from his left hand, revealing the crimson Command Seals to the air.

Heracles simply watches him do this.

To think that Command Seals alone could restrain this great hero would be a grave mistake.

So, it would be better to let the other party stumble.

It would be good for him to learn a lesson.

The great hero still upholds his nobility towards humans, but he has clearly misjudged one thing—

This man is a non-human who feeds on madness.

He should not be measured by the standards of ordinary people.

"In the name of the Command Seals, I command—You, do not conceal!"

"Ugh…?"

Heracles doesn't understand for a moment.

But, as light flashes before Bazdilot's hand, the magical energy within him begins to stir uncontrollably.

In a daze, an ominous premonition arises.

Before Heracles can even think of acting, Bazdilot speaks again: "Again, in the name of the Command Seals, I command—Remember all the humans you have ever met!"

His consciousness is as if wrapped by something.

Heracles has no time to consider the second command, his mind directly plunges into the depths of his memories—

The tyrant who knelt before him, wailing and begging like a wild dog, unsightly to the extreme.

That golden-haired captain who always wore an air of smugness, making one want to smile wryly…

His beloved wife who chose to take her own life.

His sons, whom he killed in his madness.

And also, his close friend who understood him like no other, the man who resolutely chose to rebel against the gods for the sake of all he loved, doing what he could not.

Everything floods in like a torrent.

Madness surges into his mind.

Whether it is the good or evil of people, none are spared.

Regardless of the order in which they were encountered, one after another, the figures of people overlap and disappear. Heracles seems to relive his past life, with joy and pain, the latter being more prevalent.

However, he is still the great hero renowned throughout the world.

Even in the face of such pain, he still endures it and reaches out his hand towards Bazdilot.

"Again, I command you with a Command Seal—"

Bazdilot raises his right arm and says coldly.

He stands there like a gargoyle, unmoving, as the sounds of cracking bones and bursting blood emanate from his body.

Facing this great hero who overcame the Twelve Labors and became a god, Bazdilot must endure the intense pain caused by the backlash of his magical energy, even with the aid of the Command Seals.

But, he seems to have been born without emotions.

He simply issues commands to the Servant with extreme coldness, never batting an eye no matter what kind of pain he suffers.

–This man is dangerous, he possesses power far exceeding that of the magi of this era.

–I must eliminate him before I am completely corrupted.

Heracles has the resolve of a hero.

Even for the sake of the lives of those he has never met, he cannot allow the other party to continue.

"You, accept the clothing of humanity!"

Black blood tears flow from Bazdilot's eyes.

Heracles's hand is only inches away from him, about to strangle Bazdilot's throat.

–Wait, that's not blood.

Heracles notices the anomaly, what is overflowing from Bazdilot's eyes is some kind of black mud.

Not only is it gushing out from Bazdilot's sleeves,

But also from the wounds on the surface of his skin.

At this moment, Heracles understands the truth of the man named Bazdilot before him.

He harbors within him all the evil of humanity in this world!