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Olympus has undergone many changes.
These were not negative changes. In fact, Olympus enjoyed an unprecedented resurgence in history.
Although Poseidon, one of the Three Great Gods, disappeared, Olympus still had Hercules and Zeus.
Both single digits. Two of the most prominent Rankers.
There were even people claiming that Olympus' current power rivaled Asgard.
"If that's the case, why the hell did I reclaim the throne?"
Although he lagged behind in terms of the nas of these two, he was still one of the Three Great Gods.
Or rather, Hades, who had now beco one of the Two Great Gods, sat on the throne of Olympus Castle instead of Zeus, with his head resting on his hands.
He was overwheld by the overwhelming amount of accumulated work.
"Cheer up. There's more here."
Chin.
Another stack of docunts slid toward him.
Hades pressed his tired eyes with his hands and spat resentnt at Apollo, who had brought the docunts.
"Again?"
"This is the last one. You've managed to complete what piled up over half a year in just a month. It's truly impressive."
"Can't you lend a hand?"
"I don't have the authority to sign those docunts, uncle."
Though said in jest, Apollo's help was quite significant.
After all, Apollo, following Zeus, was the one who best understood Olympus administration, organizing the docunts neatly by hour, place, and priority.
If not for that, it would have taken more than double the ti.
"What about Zeus?"
"He hasn't returned yet."
"It makes no sense for him to wander around like that."
"True. He's not soone who moves much in the field."
Poseidon was known for being the most active among the Three Greats, while Hades and Zeus rarely ventured directly into the field, except in exceptional situations.
However, recently, since purple skies began to appear here and there...
Zeus plunged into the field, casting Lightning Bolts whenever he had the chance.
"It's strange. Very strange..."
Perhaps it was because he was finally catching up with the accumulated docunts?
Although he had found it strange for a long ti, when he finally had free ti, his suspicions deepened.
It didn't make sense for soone as powerful as a High-Ranker like Zeus to beco so careless suddenly.
Why was he suddenly doing things he had never done before?
"Could he have started enjoying fights?"
Several thoughts crossed his mind, but none seed right.
Beyond the familiarity they had shared for a long ti, Hades and Zeus were blood brothers.
There was definitely sothing wrong with him.
The ti it took from when he started organizing the docunts to realizing sothing was amiss was not short.
That question had been on his mind all the ti he had held the accumulated docunts.
"I can't go on like this."
"Yeah?"
"The rest, you do it."
"Eeeh?"
Swooosh.
A shadow spread over Hades' body.
Apollo, surprised, reached out to him. But even if Apollo was a High-Ranker who could fly, he couldn't catch Hades who disappeared.
Thus, Apollo, left alone, muttered.
"... , this?"
After containing the collision that threatened to burn the accumulated docunts, he finally had no choice but to sit in that spot.
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Firee, firee.
Inside Hephaestus's forge. The blazing flas stirred, enveloping Hephaestus's body.
Within those flas, Hephaestus showed not the slightest tremor.
At this mont, he was busy creating.
Standing at the hottest point, Hephaestus closed his eyes as he lded the Otherworld Sword and the Edge of Nightfall.
After sweating profusely for a while, Hephaestus shouted.
"You're not increasing the fire enough!"
Swooosh.
With Hephaestus's shout, the flas in the forge intensified.
It was YuWon, supplying more intensity to the fire.
The hands holding the hamr and tongs were so swollen they looked about to burst. The sweat dripping from his forehead evaporated before touching the ground due to the scorching heat.
Watching closely the process, YuWon couldn't help but marvel.
'There's a reason he's the best, after all.'
The flas burning in the forge were by no ans weak.
No, they were not at a weak level.
Even the highest Rankers coming into contact with them would instantly turn to ashes.
Even High-Rankers with two digits in their ranking would struggle to withstand that fire.
'How much fire resistance does he have?'
Suddenly, YuWon felt that Hephaestus's confidence was not unfounded.
He had lived his whole life alongside fire.
Even in the battle with Crises, maybe he wouldn't have been penalized if not for his flas.
However...
"Still, how far can he endure?"
Woosh~
The drops of sweat flowing from Hephaestus's body turned into vapor.
It was as if he were burning his body like firewood. His hand holding the tongs trembled, and the hamring didn't stop.
On the other hand, he was lting the Edge of Nightfall.
'No matter how much I try to control the heat, there are limits. You have to be very close to the fla.'
In his heart, YuWon wanted to stop him.
Despite having high resistance, his skin was gradually turning red.
It was still weak, but it ant he was beginning to suffer burns.
A whole day had already passed. Hephaestus had been burning in these flas.
The forging of the Edge of Nightfall and the Otherworld Sword rged. Hephaestus, who had been absorbing the flas throughout his body for a while, combined the two forges.
And at that mont...
Hephaestus, who had been waiting for this mont all the ti, took the stone he had left aside.
The cooling stone entered the molten tal.
The cooling stone, emitting intense cold on its own, rapidly solidified the molten tal flowing like water.
At the sa ti...
To avoid burns, Hephaestus raised the sleeves that had lengthened and swung the hamr.
Kang, Kang, Kang-!
Repetition of hamring and cooling.
In that simple process, one could feel Hephaestus's soul.
Bang, Bang, Baang-.
Different materials blended. The tales of different swords clashed.
The two forges repelled each other, trying to separate again.
And to stop that...
Baang-!
Hephaestus lowered the hamr.
At this mont...
He beca the fla.
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Hephaestus's work continued day and night for over three days.
Heating in the blazing fire, hamring, and reheating over and over again.
The two forges that were about to separate cald down. Now they had an approximate shape and were transforming into another sword.
Tremble~
Hephaestus's body trembled.
The hand holding the hamr trembled. Burns all over his body were now in an irreversible state.
YuWon, who reflexively tried to approach him, soon stopped.
Sympathy was not allowed. What Hephaestus was doing was not simply forging a weapon.
He was a Blacksmith.
As a Blacksmith, he fought with his skill. Now, in front of Hephaestus burning before his eyes, he was fighting the most difficult and exhausting battle he could wage.
Had Hephaestus ever gotten involved in his fights?
Each fought in their own territory. YuWon had no place to intervene in this fight.
'Not a fight I would participate in.'
Firee~
Within those flas, YuWon's eyes glowed red.
The roof blocking YuWon's view was reflected in his field of vision. Hephaestus's workshop was covered with thick and sturdy iron plates blocking the heat, so even with Golden Cinder Eyes, the outside was vaguely visible.
'... Were they watching us?'
If not, I don't think the sky would appear precisely at this mont.
Firee!
A gigantic fla appeared behind YuWon.
With the arrival of the Heavenly Demon Spirit, a huge fla rose above the giant's body.
["Holy Fire" rges with the "Heavenly Demon Spirit."]
YuWon looked at the giant burning in flas.
"It's only a temporary solution, but..."
Even so, it wouldn't be so bad.
Clap-.
Just in case, YuWon took cautious steps to avoid inconvenience.
Fortunately, Hephaestus seed not to notice YuWon's movents; he didn't even turn his head. His only concern was the heat YuWon provided.
So, both headed to different battlefields.
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The sky above the forge was purple.
It's been quite so ti since the sky started appearing.
'It advanced more than I thought.'
Is it the decision of Foolish Chaos? Or the decision of all of them?
It couldn't be known. But one thing was sure: now he wouldn't have to feel guilty with his companions anymore.
"This side will also beco a battlefield."
Swish-.
Out of habit, YuWon reached for his waist. Not finding anything, his hand hesitated for a mont.
"... Right."
Fortunately, if it was a sword, he still had other options.
Swoosh-.
A shadow rose under YuWon's feet.
["King of the Dead" summons "Susanoo."]
The shadow changed shape, and Susanoo appeared. He looked slowly, opening his eyes with a fierce laugh.
-It's a fight.
"Yes, a fight."
YuWon gestured toward Susanoo.
Susanoo looked at YuWon's hand as if wondering what this was.
Then...
-I can't.
Susanoo shook his head, holding the sword's scabbard at his belt with his hand.
They didn't need to say anything. What YuWon wanted was one of the Three Sacred Treasures he had given to Susanoo: Kusanagi.
"I'll give it back later."
-Are you telling to fight with bare hands?
"In any case, just take sothing from the corner there and use it. After all, a craftsman doesn't bla the tools."
In the first place, this fight already had a predetermined winner. If YuWon wished it, Susanoo had no way to resist the order.
Finally, Kusanagi was in YuWon's hands.
Swoosh-.
Too light and sharp, that was the advantage and disadvantage of Kusanagi.
But in monts like these, when it was unknown how long the fight would last, it wasn't a bad choice.
Swoosh-.
YuWon swung Kusanagi in the air.
Among the purple clouds waving in the sky.
-Ohhhhh-!
-Ahhhh-!
Through the purple clouds in the sky, an annoyed cry was heard.
"These purple swirls will never cease to be annoying."
The presences outside the Tower, revealed in the purple sky.
Countless tentacles and twisted masses gathered toward Hephaestus's forge.
Although he didn't know why they appeared, it seed they had a purpose.
"Are they trying to prevent the completion of the sword?"
The Otherworld Sword and the Edge of Nightfall.
They seed to want to prevent the two swords from rging into one.
Those senseless beings wouldn't move by themselves.
It wasn't necessary to think much to know who was above.
Woosh-.
The Arcane Power imbued in Kusanagi glowed red.
Keeping only the minimum amount of Arcane Power on the blade, YuWon muttered while standing on the roof of Hephaestus's forge.
"No way."
He didn't know if he would tire first or if the sword would be finished first.
With the determination to never release the legs supporting him on the roof, YuWon brandished Kusanagi toward the purple sky.
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