Once struck by the love arrow, one would fall madly in love.
A breathtakingly beautiful little princess throwing herself at him—who could possibly refuse?
Yet, Nameless had rejected it without hesitation and even cut the arrow down.
This single act left countless viewers in awe.
And it made everyone understand the kind of person he truly was.
In the video...
The little princess's eyes lit up as she eagerly asked, "Then, can I join you on a spontaneous witch's journey?"
"Hmm, I'd advise against it. I need to go to the underworld, cross the oceans, and visit many dangerous places."
Nameless shook his head. "Right now, I just want to trade this item for your help."
"Fine!"
Medea pouted.
Then, she handed over two potions: "This one can drive the Poison Fang Warriors into madness, and this one can multiply your strength several times to subdue the divine bulls."
"Thank you!"
Nameless passed the two potions to the person beside him. "Now, great hero, it's your turn."
"..."
Jason opened his mouth but suddenly felt like a mere tool.
"Don't forget, retrieving the Golden Fleece is your mission!" Mash reminded him from the side.
"It is indeed my task..."
Jason reached out and took the potions.
Even though it's my mission, why do I feel so unnecessary?
Next.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The first and most grueling trial began.
The king and countless spectators gathered to watch, their faces filled with mocking, gleeful smiles.
Jason stood majestically in the dawn light, clad in armor, sword and shield in hand.
Two divine bulls with bronze hooves and fire-breathing nostrils charged at him wildly.
Yet.
With his unparalleled might, he forcefully subdued both divine bulls.
Forcing the two divine bulls to begin plowing the field.
King Aeëtes stared in shock at the scene.
All the onlookers erupted in cheers, witnessing the miracle performed by the mighty hero.
Jason's gaze swept across the stands.
Yet he found Medea pestering Nameless with questions, not even sparing him a single glance!
"..."
Channeling his sorrow into strength, Jason drove the two divine bulls into a frenzy, plowing the field relentlessly.
By nightfall, ferocious warriors with venomous fangs emerged from the earth, launching frenzied attacks against him.
However, under the effects of Medea's magic potion, these warriors descended into madness, turning on each other.
Jason cut them down one by one, effortlessly eliminating them all.
Under the awestruck gazes of the crowd, he completed the first trial.
The king hesitated for a moment before reluctantly admitting, "Congratulations on completing the first task. Now, go and slay the mighty dragon, Dala Bengba!"
That dragon had been sent by the war god Ares.
Even the king himself couldn't defeat it, let alone these people.
"Fine!"
Jason had won the trial, yet he felt as though he had lost the battle of his life.
Still, he had to admit—winning felt pretty damn good.
Especially when he was beating up the divine bulls and the venomous warriors, basking in the crowd's cheers.
It was exhilarating!
So, should he thank Nameless?
Jason asked, "What should we do next? Should we just steal the Golden Fleece and run?"
"That's an option," Nameless nodded.
If they could achieve their goal through cunning, why not take the easier path?
But was it really appropriate to discuss this right in front of the princess?
At that moment, Medea excitedly chimed in, "Do you want me to help you steal the Golden Fleece?"
"..."
Nameless was instantly rendered speechless.
Truly, she was like Illya back then—a little angel who didn't distinguish between good and evil.
She wouldn't hesitate to betray her own father!
Just then, a figure descended without a sound.
Clad in blood-red armor, the figure was towering and powerfully built.
An overwhelming aura radiated from him—none other than Ares, the god of war!
Nameless greeted him politely, "Greetings, Lord Ares."
"Outlander, the task I assign you is this—slay the dragon in direct combat!" Ares declared before vanishing instantly.
The Twelve Trials of the Gods against Nameless had truly begun!
After the war god departed, Medea looked at Nameless with worry. "Maybe you should give up. That's an invincible demon dragon, far stronger than any demigod hero!"
"Don't worry. This is my trial."
Nameless smiled with ease.
"You don't understand just how powerful that dragon is!"
Medea gritted her teeth. "The demon dragon Dala Bengba—its full name is Quntukuta Katikaot Suwaxilasong! You stand no chance!"
That dragon was a monstrous terror personally nurtured by Ares, far stronger than the Moon Goddess's demon boar!
The more Jason heard, the more uneasy he became. "Uh… do I have to go too?"
"You don't. I'll handle this alone," Nameless replied.
"Thank you! You're such a good person!"
Jason exhaled in relief, looking at him with deep gratitude.
Even the two divine bulls had only been conquered thanks to Medea's potion.
Facing a terrifying demon dragon? He had zero courage for that.
This guy was truly the greatest, most selfless hero he'd ever met!
Meanwhile, the spectators watching the livestream were utterly speechless—
-[Damn, Jason, you're such a disgrace!]
-[Public humiliation! Jason's dark past is exposed, even worse than the King of Heroes before!]
-[The Dragon-Slaying Warrior Nameless, new skin now available!]
-[Heracles' Twelve Labors were just trials given by a mortal. But Nameless' trials? One from each of the Twelve Olympian Gods!]
...
Modern Greece.
Atalanta couldn't help but laugh as she watched the video. "Medea, you said you wouldn't be charmed!"
The concern on that little face was already overflowing—undeniable evidence.
"Impossible! I was just... just slightly concerned about him, that's all."
Medea's voice carried a hint of guilt.
As the video played the parts related to her, countless memories flooded back.
"Just concerned?"
Atalanta's gaze grew sharper.
"It was curiosity! Pure curiosity about his identity, nothing more!"
Medea tried to defend herself.
In the hall, all the children's eyes turned toward her.
Each one brimming with curiosity!
Then.
The little princess in the video declared, "I'll go slay the dragon with you, but only if you confess your feelings to me first!"
Love is war!
With her pride, she would never allow herself to confess first.
So, if he was willing to confess, she would gladly risk her life to fight alongside him!
"Little princess, you're adorable, but you shouldn't risk yourself for me. Let me go alone."
Nameless, however, shook his head with a smile, refusing her condition.
"Ahhh, you jerk! I'll bite you to death!"
The little princess, furious, grabbed his hand and sank her teeth into it.
Two rows of tiny tooth marks appeared on his skin—only to vanish instantly.
The hall fell silent.
So awkward!
All the children stared dumbfounded at Medea.
Atalanta smirked at her. "I see. It wasn't him confessing to you—it was you confessing to him, only to be rejected!"
"..."
Medea was speechless.
How had it come to this?
After a moment of silence, she weakly retorted, "No, this was someone else confessing to me! I didn't lose!"
"Oh? Then let's keep watching."
Atalanta said no more.
She couldn't wait to see more of Medea's embarrassing moments—would the proud witch still be able to keep up her act?
On the screen.
A terrifying, colossal black dragon suddenly appeared.
Behind it, hanging from a tree, was a golden treasure—the Golden Fleece, guarded under Ares' orders.
The screen split into two.
The smaller section showed the gods watching from the heavens.
Ares, the God of War, scoffed. "Even if he's the prophesied savior, if he wants my approval, he must prove his courage and fighting spirit!"
"You really want him to face the dragon alone?" Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon, complained.
"Exactly! That's what battle is!"
Ares refused to yield.
As the god of war, bloodshed, and chaos, his dictionary had no room for retreat.
No matter the enemy, strike first—figure things out while fighting.
No plans needed!
"Hah, and that's why you never earned the title of [Victory]," Athena sneered.
A brainless brute.
Artemis was filled with concern: "Ah, that little one is clearly planning to confront the demon dragon head-on. I'm really afraid something might happen to him!"
The War God's demand was to slay the demon dragon in a direct battle.
And Nameless clearly understood this.
Thus, he would never retreat from this fight.
He wouldn't even resort to the methods he used to kill the demon boar before.
Because such tactics would earn the War God's disdain.
Only by defeating the demon dragon fairly and squarely would he complete the War God's trial and earn his blessing and support!
Under the gaze of the three deities.
Before the eyes of all the spectators.
The battle began.
Roar!
The demon dragon howled at the sky, its hundred-meter-long wings flapping, suddenly stirring up a fierce gale.
From its ferocious maw erupted towering flames, wildly engulfing Nameless's position.
"Senpai, be careful!"
"Watch out!"
Mash and Medea cried out simultaneously.
Before this demonic dragon, humans seemed utterly insignificant.
However.
When the flames dissipated, it was clear that Nameless remained unharmed.
Bathed in fire, he charged fiercely at the demonic dragon with his longsword in hand.
"Roar!"
The demonic dragon bellowed once more, its tail lashing out with devastating force.
Under such a strike, towering trees were shattered like straw.
A terrifying surge of power swept through the surroundings.
Faced with this swift and brutal attack, Nameless chose to meet it head-on with overwhelming force.
Gripping the projected Excalibur, he channeled all his magical energy into the blade:
"Excalibur!"
A blinding pillar of light erupted, slashing straight toward the dragon's incoming tail.
Boom!
A mushroom cloud exploded on the spot, and a violent storm engulfed the area.
Mash hastily raised her shield, shielding Medea from the blast.
Even Jason, hiding several kilometers away, watched the scene in awe.
Amidst the endless destructive force—
When the smoke cleared, the demonic dragon's tail could be seen cleanly severed by Nameless's ferocious strike!
"Roar!"
The demonic dragon let out an earth-shaking howl of agony.
At that moment.
Nameless's eyes once again shifted into black and white.
The world in his vision turned monochrome.
An endless tide of killing intent crashed against the demonic dragon.
Despite his small human frame, he charged at the colossal beast with unyielding dominance.
The demonic dragon opened its monstrous maw, gathering another inferno to incinerate him on the spot.
Yet.
Nameless moved like lightning. His holy sword reached the dragon's mouth in an instant, slicing ruthlessly from the corner of its lips down its neck.
A gruesome wound stretched from its neck all the way to its back.
Then.
Brilliant light erupted from Nameless's blade as he delivered another devastating slash.
Crack!
The demonic dragon's thick neck was severed on the spot, its massive, grotesque head crashing to the ground.
The magic energy it had been gathering in its mouth detonated violently, blowing its skull apart.
Blood sprayed wildly, staining the earth crimson.
Bathed in dragon's blood, Nameless lifted his gaze to the gods in the heavens and spoke calmly:
"I have completed the trial."
Three chief gods appeared before him.
The God of War regarded him with admiration.
"Excellent. This is the mark of a true warrior! I bestow upon you the blessing of [Bloodthirsty Frenzy]—may you grow stronger with every battle!"
"I grant you [Victory]. From this day forth, you shall never know defeat!"
Athena's smile softened.
"Now, begin your divine trials! You shall gather the power of the gods and ascend as a god-blessed hero, surpassing even the deities themselves!"
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