Chapter 884
Chapter 884
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 884
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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And Artemis released the bowstring.
The moonlight arrow glided forward smoothly, without a sound.
Something anomalous happened.
The constellations in the night sky shifted at blinding speed, their starlight seeping into the moonlight arrow.
Moment.
The moment I sensed the anomaly, I activated Moment. In the slowed world, I watched the moonlight arrow inching forward, then glanced at Artemis.
Her face was twisted in rage, like someone who'd suffered a profound insult.
Nothing else special... the constellations...
Among the countless stars, some twinkled assertively. I knew little about constellations, but instinct told me this time: those blazing ones were Orion.
...Aha. Orion's meddling.
Why? Obvious. In Greek myth, Orion was Artemis's lover. Her losing this duel meant her chastity became mine. Blood-tears for him. Panicked, he'd jumped in to help her on his own.
Idiot. Thanks, Orion, you trolling bastard.
I released Moment.
The arrow, fused with moonlight and starlight, streaked through the air before splitting. Dozens of fragments scattered in all directions, piercing beasts in the forest. Over a dozen died in a flash.
The core moonlight arrow cleanly skewered the Calydonian Boar's head.
A magnificent, beautiful hunt by the goddess of the hunt and the great hunter.
But to the goddess of the hunt, it was an outrage.
"Orion...!! What the hell are you doing?!"
Artemis screamed at the sky.
"Help me? Saying that means you don't trust me! I'm the goddess of the hunt! You thought I'd lose?!"
"What you did wasn't help—it was an insult!"
How furious can one guy get?
Rumble!
Thunder crashed. My gaze lifted skyward. A yellow bolt ripped through the constellations. No prizes for guessing who.
Artemis's expression soured. She'd maxed her stats for that one shot—to slay the Calydonian Boar, a mythic monster even heroes rarely faced.
Void it now, and exhausted, she might fail. She could stall with excuses.
But... I can pull it off?
Her stats matched mine. If she could, so could I. Plus, I had Elena. Orion acted first—her intervention was justified now.
"Artemis. Clear foul."
"...Admitted."
"Won't use my void on you. Restart or continue—your call."
"...What's your angle...!"
She eyed me suspiciously.
Ulterior motive, obviously. Giving the chance to crush her spirit. Void now? Fine. Rematch? She's drained—my win.
No void? Pride shattered. Win then, she breaks, no resistance.
"...No... void."
Pride for victory. I smirked. She bowed her head.
"Fine? I yielded the right, so okay. Answer this."
"...What?"
"Main body in there now?"
System logs: Moon Hunter messages vanished. Inference: real Artemis descended into the clone.
"...Yes."
"Fun."
I grabbed my bow, advanced. Stormbreaker fused with Flame Lotus Sword.
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"Confident you'll win?"
"Yes."
My eyes flicked to the fluttering blue butterfly hovering nearby.
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"I believe."
Stormbreaker spawned arrow clones; I nocked and drew to the limit.
Crackle, crackle.
Red lightning infused the arrow.
Thanks, Orion. Your fault I get to fuck Artemis. I'll do your share too. Watch from the stars.
Orion crossed the line.
He had reasons, sure.
Likely from Apollo's light intervention in round four—no void, no big deal.
Apollo's was ambiguous. Meant to aid her, but benefited me. System passed.
Orion? Direct aid, undeniable. Dumb.
Gods aren't smart.
Nor long-lived wise. Realization hit.
Genius Time. Moment.
Genius Time activated for 10 seconds.
Moment used. Remaining stacks: 4
Lightning into the arrow. Mana drained fast—dizzy. Body exhausted. No hope as-is. Ace left, though.
Complete Recovery. Moment.
Lightning again. Compress, spin.
Moment.
Repeated.
Storm surged into the arrow.
Released.
Boom! Unlike her silent shot, massive shockwave propelled it. Then it veered down—not me. Elena.
Pierced a ground gorilla, redirected.
Red lightning trail scarred the dark sky as it rampaged the forest. Nothing stopped it.
...Countless messages flooded. Duel-irrelevant—hunting contest ones.
Didn't expect those to count as prey.
Finally, buried in the Calydonian Boar's skull. Red storm razed the surroundings.
System declared victory. Fist clenched.
Thud.
Artemis slumped. Stared blankly skyward, then at me.
Grinning, I approached.
"H-how?! That trajectory... impossible! No magic! No archery skills!"
She staggered up, retreating as I neared.
"Like you."
"...Like me? S-someone intervened?! Zeus?!"
Even goddess Artemis missed it. Praise for Elena.
Arrow's frenzy? Her reality-warping illusion. Full power.
Thank her later.
Massive points shifted rankings. Ignored contest. Not now.
"Artemis. Duel terms: you're my slave for a day. Obey any order."
"N-no...! S-something else. Anything! Tons of AP! Goddess of beauty in bed? I'll set it up! My bow too!"
"Don't grovel, Artemis. Own the loss. Not even main body? Mind is, though."
"Grr...."
She drew on me—string wouldn't budge. System.
Direct system judge: loser bound till reward paid. No fleeing, no harm.
"Artemis. First order: call me Master."
"Y-you human...!"
"Goddess now slave. Forgot? System—she won't obey."
"Kyaaak! F-fine! ...M-Master!"
"Heh heh heh."
I gripped her cheeks. Lips pursed tight. Studied her face. Chastity goddess? Youthful. Skin moonlit perfection, eyes night-sky mystery.
Leaned in—she squeezed eyes shut.
The Lady of Olympus sponsors 50,000 AP.
"Victor over god, show mercy. We of Olympus will bless you."
Lady of Olympus? Hera alone qualifies.
"Olympus blessings? Pass! One thing: Artemis's chastity!"
"Mmph?!"
I kissed her. Pried cheeks, tongue in. Chastity goddess's first kiss, guaranteed.
The Lady of Olympus sighs.
"Foolish human, you'll regret this someday."
Broke it. Saliva thread linked lips.
"Regret? Later. Enjoy now."
Hera. Your turn someday.
Snickered.
Does he know my thoughts?
"Artemis. Order: strip."
"Why... Kyaaak!"
Rebellion—scream, shudder. System sanction.
"F-fine.... Stripping. Happy...?"
Clothes off, pristine nude. Breasts full, hand-spilling. Waist curved elegantly. Ass plump, perfect. Thighs clamped—pussy veiled, but faint black bush peeked like grass.
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"Her weakness: anus! Target anus! Anus definite weak spot!!"