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

Corrupted by the black mud, and reversed by the Command Seals and black mud to become an Avenger dominated by the evils of humanity.

Hating the gods who arbitrarily controlled humanity.

Hating them to the point of wanting to flay and dismember the gods he once believed in, making them die beyond death.

His wife was forced to death, and his son was lured to his demise.

Alcides' hands were stained with the blood of sin.

Those who orchestrated these events were related to Alcides by blood and were gods he once worshiped.

–How could he not hate! How could he not seek revenge!?

No matter how noble the great hero was, such a dark side was always buried in his heart.

Even engraved in the Throne of Heroes.

It was precisely because of this aspect that Heracles could be reversed into the Avenger Alcides; he had the compatibility for that class.

To Alcides.

Moran was very special—

A trustworthy friend, a hero he respected, someone he admired and envied.

At the same time, he was also someone he hated and lamented.

Moran chose to fight against the gods with all his might for the sake of the Pelasgians and his loved ones.

In the end, he succeeded.

He exhausted every means to subvert the Greek pantheon, causing unprecedented internal strife among the Twelve Olympians.

Ultimately, he single-handedly instigated the war of the gods.

Most of the gods of the past met their downfall.

Alcides, who had suffered persecution from the gods, admired Moran from the bottom of his heart; this feeling could even be described as—jealousy.

He failed to protect his family.

Moran, however, had protected his.

Not only did he protect everything he loved, but he also personally gave the great god Zeus a lesson called "death."

It was truly gratifying.

However, this beauty had flaws.

The gods were not truly destroyed!

He clearly had the ability to completely end the gods, but he failed to kill them all at the crucial moment.

How hateful, how ugly, how selfish.

For the sake of one person's desires, humanity continued to be ruled by the gods, and people's souls continued to be burned by divine fire.

This man was more arrogant than anyone else, making him repulsive.

However, that radiance could not be ignored.

Alcides hated Moran's inaction at the end, despising this final concession.

In his eyes, Moran, who had once killed gods.

In his later years, he was even elevated to the position of a god by the people of his country, embarking on the same extravagant path as the hateful gods.

–Fallen, tainted…

Not only did he fall in love with a goddess, but he himself became a god, completely defiled by the existence called "god."

It was simply an absurd farce!

–Respecting, yet also hating.

–My friend… have you fallen too?!

The fire in the heart of the Avenger Alcides was burning fiercely, and he could not let this betrayer go.

Moreover, he had to kill him with his own hands.

The experiences of the man named Moran were too similar to his own.

They were both regarded as heroes by the world.

They had both suffered persecution from the gods.

And they both gave in to the gods at the end of their lives, choosing pleasure over suffering!

In the world, Moran was the only person whom this great Greek hero regarded as a confidant; no one could replace him.

–The Snowfield Holy Grail War.

Alcides' goal was very simple.

He wanted to kill his close friend with his own hands.

Then, he would use the power of the Holy Grail to erase everything related to the gods, as well as himself, who had once been a god.

Let the stain on history disappear completely.

This world does not need gods who rule over humanity!

"Hahahaha, want to cut off my head? That won't do; my wives would be heartbroken. For their sake, I never intend to lose… neither in the war of the gods nor now."

Moran regarded the Avenger's provocation as a passing breeze.

His face was filled with a smile full of fighting spirit.

He knew why Alcides hated him and understood that he was the dark side of Heracles.

As long as one is human, one has emotions and desires.

There can be no pure saints.

After the war of the gods, Moran reached a non-aggression agreement with the Greek pantheon, not completely killing the gods.

Because his beloved wife was a goddess.

Naturally, he couldn't kill all the gods.

It was also because of this treaty that Moran could only help Heracles to a limited extent.

Helping him save his son and wife was the limit.

However, Heracles could not forgive the sins he had committed and still chose to challenge the Twelve Labors in his lifetime.

At the moment he saw his family die before his eyes.

Heracles undoubtedly hated everything related to the gods, even unreasonably blaming and hating his close friend.

Although the hero aspect of Heracles constantly warned himself that it was not Moran's fault.

He had no reason to blame Moran.

He shouldn't want him to solve all his problems just because Moran was his close friend.

This was just being unreasonable.

Heracles, as a famous great hero, naturally understood this principle better than anyone else.

However, no matter how well the principle was explained, people are not perfect.

There was still darkness in Heracles' heart.

During his lifetime, because his radiance was too noble and dazzling, he could still suppress this trace of darkness in his heart.

In the end, he could never forget it.

Now, the fact that his spirit base was corrupted by the black mud was the best proof of this.

Now participating in the Holy Grail War.

His dark side has completely swelled and erupted, and he will no longer follow common sense.

It's ridiculous to reason with an Avenger.

What Alcides has to do is kill God.

There is no room for any detours or mercy. Anything related to gods must die.

"Hmph, how confident. I didn't have the chance to fight you at your peak when I was alive, but I'm welcoming it after death… How laughable."

Alcides revealed a hideous, self-deprecating smile.

He spread out the cloth that was originally draped over his shoulders and covered his face with it.

In an instant, the atmosphere became heavy.

A terrifying ferocity erupted from Alcides, and an invisible blood-colored tide seemed to drown everyone present.

It was obvious that he couldn't wait to fight Moran.

A group of Mafia members were so frightened that their souls almost left their bodies. It was already a testament to their high quality that they didn't faint directly.

"Hey, hey, hey, you want to fight me without even confirming your Master? When it comes to arrogance, I'm not as good as you."

Moran said with a chuckle.

He was not suppressed by Alcides's power and remained as calm and composed as ever.