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

"Impossible! Impossible! How could the three-headed hellhound Cerberus appear in modern times! This is a divine beast that has been extinct for thousands of years since the decline of the Age of Gods—!!"

Amleth fell to the ground with a thud.

The terrifying pressure made him forget to breathe for a moment.

That was a creature that humans could not understand.

Those stormy and chaotic pupils.

Those sharp teeth like mountains.

All of this was telling of misfortune.

It was the gatekeeper of the underworld, a being that foreshadowed death.

"Heh, there's nothing that can't be understood, if there is, it's just that your cognition hasn't reached that level."

Moran walked to the side of the three-headed hellhound.

He reached out as if stroking his own pet, so naturally that it was terrifying.

The problem was, the three-headed hellhound did not resist.

It even lay down.

"N, no—this isn't real! This isn't real! This is an illusion! It's fake! You're bluffing me!"

Amleth, driven to madness, began to babble incoherently.

The intense pressure from the divine beast overwhelmed him, preventing him from even thinking. He could only deny the reality in the most superficial and direct way.

Instinct compelled him to flee from this place.

Just like humans before the Age of Gods who encountered disasters, he could only run away in terror from the face of natural fate.

Watching Amleth flee in a panic, Moran's face revealed a mocking sneer:

"Whether it's real or fake, open your eyes wide and take a good look. Go, clean it up nicely."

"Roar—!"

The hellhound Cerberus strode forward on its agile four legs.

It chased after Amleth in the direction he fled.

A mythical beast from the Age of Gods running rampant on the streets of London was something no one would believe if they heard it.

But the truth was, it was happening.

"Without the authority of the Underworld King Hades to empower it, the Cerberus born is indeed inferior to a true divine beast. Although its strength is greatly reduced, it can definitely be considered a calamity in the modern era."

Moran watched the direction Cerberus had left.

He wasn't worried about it at all.

After all, it was the famous hellhound Cerberus.

Hunting down a magician would be a piece of cake.

As for whether the Clock Tower would detect it, he didn't care about that either. Even if they found out that he was the one controlling Cerberus, were they going to seal him away?

Generating one Cerberus wasn't Moran's limit.

He could conservatively generate three or more in an instant.

Furthermore, these Cerberuses could choose whether to remain in the mortal realm or not, according to Moran's will.

Even if three Cerberuses weren't enough, Moran could prepare in advance and cultivate an army of magical beasts. At that point, even blowing up the Clock Tower wouldn't be a problem.

Of course, he always advocated for friendly relations.

If some blind people provoked him, Moran wouldn't mind summoning an army of divine beasts from the Age of Gods to fight.

"Moran, that Cerberus… are you just going to leave it?"

"Don't worry, it will disappear later. You don't have to worry about it causing any chaos in London. I'm not some kind of terrorist, I'm the biggest fan of peace!"

Moran gave a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Washing away the worries lingering in Camus's heart.

As a magician, she could guess what Amleth's fate would be.

However, Camus didn't think Moran was wrong.

The heroic figure of Moran standing in front of her just now still made her heart flutter.

It was just a pity that the good atmosphere had been ruined by Amleth's intervention, and her idea of asking Moran to go to a coffee shop had been ruined as well.

But that wasn't a problem.

Moran and she were both students in the El-Melloi classroom.

She would definitely have another chance in the future.

…

While Moran and Camus were on their way home in an ambiguous atmosphere, Amleth was experiencing a completely different scene.

He was running frantically through the streets of London.

All of his magical energy was poured into his legs, unleashing an astonishing speed.

His internal organs were howling as if they were being torn apart.

Excessively pushing his body caused pain to spread throughout his entire being.

Even in this state, Amleth was still desperately trying to get away from the terrifying place he had just been.

"Huff… huff! It's fake! It must be fake!"

Amleth clung to this thought desperately.

As if only in this way could he escape with his life.

He staggered as he ran.

Running through the empty streets.

There was no way that guy with the inferior bloodline could control a divine beast. He must have used some kind of trick to mislead him!

Whenever Amleth thought this,

The image of a ferocious monster as sharp as a mountain and as hot as hell would flash in his mind.

He couldn't understand it, he couldn't figure it out.

It was almost driving him crazy.

He had lost the confidence to remain sane in the face of that terror, and could only run like a stray dog.

Abandoning reason, self, and dignity.

He continued to run and run in order to survive.

Thump—!!

Finally, he reached the point where his body couldn't support him any longer.

He fell heavily onto the muddy grass.

Without realizing it, he had already run to the outskirts.

"—Haha, ahahaha, hahahahaha!"

Amleth knelt on the ground and laughed loudly.

As if releasing all the emotions that had been building up inside him.

Even though he didn't want to do this.

But if he didn't, he would definitely go crazy.

After regaining his reason and swallowing this bitterness and despair, Amleth could only laugh like this at the sky.

This laughter contained an irreparable sense of loss.

Because, darkness was wriggling.

A hellish beast from the underworld, thousands of times hotter than the fireball he had cast, was approaching.

No matter where he ran, it was useless—

By the time Amleth came to his senses,

He heard the rumbling sound of footsteps, and felt like something was walking out of the darkness.

Strange, this was all too strange.

The surroundings had unknowingly been dyed a scorching crimson.

The intense pain made his whole body jump like a spring.

His body, his consciousness, his vision, his world.

Everything was spinning like an emergency indicator light.

Finally, Amleth realized.

His body was burning like firewood!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The screams were swallowed by the wave of flames.

A charred object resembling a human fell to the ground.

His hands and feet couldn't move.

They had been twisted into immobile shapes.

Only pain filled his eyes.

The sound of fat bursting came from the wild fields on the outskirts.

In the end, the ignorant Amleth didn't realize that it was the filthy end that had befallen him.