The Greece Antagonist

Mount Helicon, the ancient temple stood at the peak, quietly floating as if it were a pure memory cube in a giant's hand.

There it was, the Temple of Memory!

On the gravel path connected to the foot of the mountain, Luo En and the team of ten, which included the nine Muses, looked up at the marvel at the end of the road and nodded to each other.

Mnemosyne, the Goddess of Memory, language, and writing in the world of Greece.

She was the daughter of Uranus and Gaea, one of the twelve Titans, and she bore the nine Muses with Zeus, thus esteemed as "Mother of the Muses."

And Mount Helicon was the sacred place of this Goddess of Memory.

Having chosen to break off from their patron, Apollo, the Muses, after much deliberation, decided to come to their mother Mnemosyne's temple to seek help and support.

However, in their memories, this mother's character was extremely indifferent; she seldom intervened in disputes among the gods, often ignoring even her daughters.

Moreover, considering the binding power of the Styx oath on the Titan Gods, the nine Muses did not know how their mother would react.

Fortunately, they were not alone or without support.

The Goddesses looked toward the God of Wine, who had been accompanying them all the way, providing encouragement and support, and felt greatly reassured.

Subsequently, they calmed their minds, stepped over the last stair, and formally pushed open the great doors of the Temple of Memory.

The moment their hands touched the door, the space around them rippled like water, bringing a strange sense of disorientation as if their senses and memories had been quietly peeled away and packed into a lighter, more sensitive body.

By the time Luo En came to his senses, he was already inside the temple, its interior structure coming into view.

A glance revealed geometric forms, clean colors, and pure space, creating a tranquil and solemn atmosphere, beautiful in its purity.

The space around them twisted like a Rubik's cube, continuously changing, but with each step they took, it stabilized.

Different areas each held meticulously arranged bookshelves, filled with a vast sea of books as numerous as the stars.

Luo En felt an immediate kinship, as if he were in a world-class library.

"Mother Goddess, we've come to see you!"

The Muse Euterpe, who presided over love poetry, landed on her feet and immediately displayed her lively character, taking Luo En by one hand, and with the other shaped like a trumpet to her lips, she called out loudly.

The other Muses had no time to stop her before that cheerful voice echoed through the silent Temple of Memory.

The next moment, countless bookshelves around them seemed to awaken, with a tumultuous rattle coming through.

A few books fell from the shelves, hovering in midair, their pages rustling, with flickering runes and dancing characters appearing and disappearing within them.

Instantly, the Muses's expressions changed, as if a disturbing memory had been awakened.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing what was unfolding before him, Luo En vaguely remembered a universal rule from a past life in a library.

—In the library, loud noises are prohibited.

"Run!"

At the same time, Euterpe, realizing the danger, grabbed Luo En's hand, held her head with the other, and dashed into the depths of the temple.

Almost in the very instant the Muse of love poetry reacted, the surrounding bookshelves began to shake in unison.

Then, books on astronomy, geography, poetry, discourse, and magic began to fall from the shelves, filling the passage in front of them and the dome above, like soldiers heeding the call to arms, launching an assault on the intruders who had disturbed the peace of the temple.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"

"Ouch~~"

With each thud of heavy historical volumes and thick geographic atlases on the heads of the Muses behind him, a series of cries ensued; Luo En quickly grasped how standard and swift the love poetry goddess's reflexive response and evasion were.

Clearly, "love" that dared to break the shackles of rules had not been spared from the harsh beatings of "reality."

He didn't have time to think more about it, hurriedly mimicked Euterpe, shrunk his neck, covered his head with one hand, and rushed deeper into the temple.

The slower Muses were pelted by the barrage of "knowledge," fleeing with their hands over their heads, and shooting angry glances at their sister who caused the commotion and then ran the fastest, cursing under their breath.

Fortunately, the hundred-meter-long corridor was not too distant.

It took only a few seconds for Euterpe to pull Luo En to the end of the hallway first.

The buoyant young deity leaned against the pristine archway, patting her chest in relief that she hadn't been hit.

"Phew, safe at last, we..."

"Get down!"

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However, just as she was about to step around the corner, her left arm was suddenly pressed down with a deep roar.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a massive, ash-colored claw landed where she had been about to step, smashing a terrifying deep pit into the pristine marble wall.

As dust fluttered to the ground, Muse Euterpe instinctively looked up to see two gruesome heads with horns protruding from their skulls, yellow-brown snake-like vertical pupils, and bodies covered in hard, scaly armor.

— Ares's venomous dragon!

Euterpe's heart skipped a beat, her face turning deathly pale.

"Roar!"

At that moment, an irritable growl sounded, and the two fearsome heads opened their tooth-filled maws, sulfuric poison fire already brewing in the beast's throat.

However, before the venomous dragon could attack, a golden, divinity-wrapped punch struck at lightning speed, piercing through the jaws and heads of the creature.

Strange, are dragonkind this fragile? Something feels off with this sensation.

Luo En puzzled over this as he looked up, only to find that the dragon's head he had obliterated was dissolving into words.

And then, the neatly aligned bookshelves in the corridor ahead began to tremble as patterns of light peeled off from the books, and one after another, mythical creatures of legend materialized from the ether.

The three-headed king of monsters Chimera, the hellhound Cerberus, the sphinx with a lion's body and a human head...

Luo En swept his gaze over these sinister creatures, and his eyes finally landed on the section titled "Mythological Epics," his gaze thoughtful.

If he wasn't mistaken, these mythical creatures must be phantoms created by the manifestation of the Divine Power of Memory, tasked with guarding the temple and blocking intruders.

Luo En glanced at the Muses behind him, whose heads were bruised from the onslaught of books, and then at the Titan creatures of memory that stood in their way, each with the strength of deities. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Teacher does not deceive—I, knowledge truly is power!

By this time, the rest of the Muses had also freed themselves from the vicious books and regrouped with Luo En and Euterpe at the front.

They looked at the upgraded guards around the corner and couldn't help but exchange glances.

Strange, how were these lethal memory entities activated?

Soon, they thought of a possibility, and their faces darkened.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess doesn't want to see us?

Noticing the shared gloom among the Muses, Luo En cleared his throat and quietly reminded them.

"Uh, could it be possible that it's because of changes in your aura and divinity?"

"..."

The Muses smacked their foreheads in sudden realization.

They had almost forgotten that they had just fired the Chief God Apollo, causing changes in their divinity and godhood. This would obviously lead to the Defensive Charm of the Temple of Memory misidentifying them.

Realizing that it might have been a false alarm, the Muses progressively improved their mood.

But soon, a new problem presented itself.

If the official path was impassable, what should they do next?

After a brief contemplation, the Muses' gazes simultaneously turned to one sister among them.

Instantly, Euterpe felt as if she had thorns in her back and instinctively shrank toward a corner.

However, the Muses, who had just been beaten up by the books, showed no mercy as they dragged their sister out to the forefront. They even thoughtfully amplified her voice with Runes, waiting for her full-power output.

There was no helping it; as the one responsible for solos and love poems, she was the one with the strongest voice.

Moments later, a high-pitched lament, trembling with vibrato, exploded in the white corridor, echoing throughout the entire Temple of Memory.

"Mother Goddess, please open the door!"

After an uncanny silence, the whole Temple of Memory trembled violently like an old man with Parkinson's.

Shelves of books fell, charging fiercely at the shamelessly intruding Muses.

Just as disaster was about to strike, the space around them twisted and turned like a Rubik's cube. Luo En and the ten others had no time to react before their vision blurred, and they found themselves pulled into a quiet, spacious study.

Behind a desk laden with crystal balls, hourglasses, astrolabes, and various other items, a Goddess who had been reading and pondering with her chin propped up, slowly lifted her head.

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