Chapter 167: Chapter 169: Enslaving a god

The one to greet Asahi at the mansion’s door was none other than Hyankinthos, burning under the blazing sun his God lorded over.

“Follow me,” he said coldly, clearly angry for waiting here.

“Sure.”

Asahi couldn't be bothered to mess with the fodders prepared as the stepping stones for the main character.

The mansion was silent enough to hear the cricket chirp in the garden. Asahi’s [Life Sense] skill detected a single presence on the right.

Hyakinthos led him to that very place. Apollo sat in his chair behind a round table laden with all sorts of delicacies and aromatic wines, enjoying the sun. Asahi grabbed the empty seat without any reservations.

“Any reason to invite me here?”

Apollo released a chuckle as if amused at his question. “A straightforward person and a valiant warrior. Children like you are my favorite. Child, Join my Familia, and become my beloved.”

Goosebumps crawled up Asahi’s spine, and he quickly shook his head. “Don’t wanna.”

Hyankinthos took his blade out in fury. “You insolent—”

“Be quiet,” Apollo said without a dent in his grin. “What will it take?”

Asahi tapped the wooden table with a delicate smile. “I’m not interested.”

“I see…  your wife is holding you back from my embrace.”

“I already told you that I’m not eager to join any Familia.”

“Why not? I can make you stronger; give you wealth, a better home, and I can be a better lover than your wife.”

Apollo’s last words evoked the most cursed doujin’s memories in Asahi, and he scrunched his nose. Swiftly disguising his disgust under a stone expression, he pushed back the chair. “We’re done here.”

Cleansing the bad memories with his beloved sister’s thighs, he walked.

Apollo looked at Asahi’s back. He felt as though the light of his life was departing from him. His heart was bleeding in agony.

Countless men and women had praised his elegance and charm. Yet, this child held no respect for him, defying and disrespecting him to the end.

However, the more Asahi resisted, the more Apollo wanted him.

I can't let him go… I’ll make him mine at any… cost.

“Stop!”

Asahi stopped and turned around, puzzled over Apollo’s shout.

Apollo crossed his legs and gave a sinister smile.

“If you don't come to me, I’ll destroy everything you hold dear.”

Apollo dropped every facade of elegance and threatened Asahi.

It would’ve splendidly shaken anyone. 

Anyone but Asahi.

He returned a smile no less evil than Apollo’s as his golden eyes reflected a look of spite.

“Try it, dude. There will be no Apollo Familia,” he blatantly threatened the god.

Apollo felt his heart shiver. He involuntarily gulped before realizing what he was trembling in fear.

He, a god that mortals worshipped, shivered like a baby before a mortal, a level 1 adventurer.

Fury consumed him and ejected his fears.

“Asahi Marikawa, you are doomed, so is your wife. I shall rape her before your eyes. She will forget once she gets my taste, and once I am tired of her, I’ll give her to my adventurers. They’ll love the far eastern woman until she breaks, and then,” Apollo paused and grinned ear to ear. “I’ll kill her.”

Apollo threw his head back and burst into laughter. What did he have to be afraid of? Asahi was just a level 1 adventurer with foolish pride. Apollo will enjoy his time breaking him.

 Asahi didn't reply. He just stood there, his eyes closed and fists clenched.

(My love, calm down! Your berserk mana will erase the pill’s effect.)

Klyscha’s warning went past his ears. His mana poured out as a white mist, his aura swelling tremendously.

He was utterly furious to the point of losing his mind.

Because Apollo wasn’t joking. He intended to do what he said. He wanted to rape Nao and then kill her.

Kill.

Death.

He let his woman die once.

And a genuine threat to his women in his face snapped him.

Apollo’s laughter froze when he felt the massive aura crashing down on him.

“T-This…”

Was the aura of a god.

His body was frozen on his chair before he said those words.

“H-H-Hyakinthos,” he moved his trembling lips and called out.

Hyankinthos snapped out of his shock over the adventurer being a god and rushed to intercept Asahi taking a step at a time.

His sword Sun’s Flamberge shook in his hands.

Asahi’s aura was too strange, and terrifying, more so up close.

Hyakinthos fired up the enchantment on his sword. The flame eased his fears, giving him the courage to swing down his sword.

“Die!”

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Asahi raised his hand and caught the sword. The blade and flames left no scratches on his new body. He squeezed the sword.

*Crack* *Crack*

And the blade shattered.

Apollo’s heart jumped to his throat. 

A god broke the sword with his bare hands.

Sun’s Flamberge was no normal sword. Forged by Hephaestus’s High Smiths, this sword’s durability was only second to the weapons with Durandal attribute.

Asahi slapped the stunned Familia Captain, sending him tumbling into the thick bushes.

No one stood between him and Apollo.

He fixed his glare at the Sun God. He hadn’t lost his mind yet. Damn the consequences, he was going to punish the foolish god.

“You said something you shouldn’t have.”

Wide-eyed, Apollo forced his legs to retreat. He had to escape somewhere, or he will die.

Gods laughed at death with their immortality, but right now, he was in pure survival mode, running for his life.

He stumbled on the garden fence and fell on his back. Yet, the fear urged him, and he crawled on his back.

Asahi closed the distance in a leap and stomped on Apollo’s chest. It was a gentle kick compared to his full strength.

Yet Apollo coughed up a handful of blood.

“Y-You can’t kill me… Ouranos will send you back if you kill me.”

Asahi brought up his boot and covered Apollo’s face. Ouranos won’t know if no one tells him.

“I am sorry. Women, valis, this mansion. I will give you anything. Please don't kill me,” Apollo begged.

He will lose his entertainment if he is ejected from Earth and won’t be able to return for hundreds of years.

Heaven was all too boring and static. Nothing like this place. He will die from boredom there. He was willing to beg if it meant staying here.

Asahi narrowed his eyes and chuckled. People worshipped this pathetic man, who lacked a backbone. He wasn’t going to kill Apollo anyway. Death was an easy way out since Apollo won’t really die even if he used Gae Bolg. He’ll respawn in Heaven.

He had a more wicked idea.

‘Klyscha, I’m sorry…’

He apologized to Klyscha first. He ignored her in his rage, making her worried.

(I can understand your reason, my love.)

‘Do you have something like a slave collar but it won’t be seen by others?’

He was going to enslave this son of a bitch.

‘It’s Soul Oath skill…’

A blood-red crystal appeared in his hands. He couldn’t understand the word carved on the back of the crystal.

Divine Language.

He crushed the crystal.

You learned the skill ‘Soul Oath’.

Soal Oath (Unique): The user can create or receive oaths. Anyone trying to break the oath will suffer immense pain in their soul.

Asahi knew this thing was expensive, but he didn’t care right now. He pulled back his feet and looked into Apollo’s fear-stricken eyes.

“You don’t want to die, right?”

Apollo nodded his head repeatedly.

“Then live as my slave.”

Apollo almost coughed up more blood. This man wanted to enslave a god, an existence standing at the top. He was ignorant to Asahi’s new skill, and pondered a bit.

“I agree.”

He accepted it for now. Later, he will go to Babel and rile up the gods there. Asahi will be branded as an Evil God and sent back to heaven. He was going to torture his mortal companions here.

He placed a hand on his mouth to hide his grin. “What do I have to do?”

“Apollo, the Sun God, are you willing to be my slave?”

“I am,” he answered solemnly.

A burst of crimson mana exploded from Asahi and formed a scythe. Asahi swung the scythe.

Apollo shut his eyes in fear. But nothing happened.

‘Hah, it didn’t work on me. Of course, it wouldn’t. I’m a god. You’re going to pay with your blood—’

His rebellious thoughts quenched when a blade cut through his heart. He found Asahi grinning down at him.

He felt as if someone twisted the blade.

Apollo screamed, loud enough to alert the whole Orario. Asahi had already placed a soundproof barrier, so no soul would know what happened here.

It was at this moment Apollo came to realize.

He fucked up big time.

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