[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

Sisyphus, who walked out of the morning light, had a rather mature and vicissitudes face. His body was strong and his shoulders were broad. Although the leather armor on his body looked old, it was in good shape, clean and tidy. He and Medea He also wore a long black cloak on the outside, but he didn't wear the hood, and he even inlaid a delicate copper button on the neckline ingeniously.

He was holding a short cane made of rattan wood in his hand. At a glance, he had a handsome and profound face, with a steady and calm expression. Even the smile on his lips seemed to carry endless meaning. Covered in a moist mist, he looked at Medea without hesitation.

"No matter how terrible the punishment the gods gave me is," he said with a wise and calm light in his eyes, "that must wait until I really die!"

"Why," Medea didn't show any weakness at all, she laughed almost provocatively: "The black soul monsters who are following you today, the tarsus-like black souls finally can't stand the slipperiness of you, the fugitive loach, need Have you taken a break after years of endless pursuit?"

"You may or may not be telling the truth~" The expression on Sisyphus's face was quite happy for a moment. He laughed, and fine wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. The king of Corinth dared to The daredevil who traded the secrets of Zeus with the river god Isopus, and escaped for an unknown period of time under the pursuit of the ghosts of the god of death... His sideburns have been stained with a trace of hoarfrost, but his back Still as straight as a javelin... Only those who have really been in contact with him can see that his witty and confident hides the wisdom and elegance, arrogance and presumptuousness!

These combined qualities are the essence of the soul named Sisyphus!

"But more importantly," he winked at Medea: "You and I both know that hunting me is not an order from His Highness the Death God himself..."

"That's why you dare to hide among us believers who believe in Lord Death?" Medea said coldly.

Sisyphus reached out and stroked the edge of the black robe on his body, and said arrogantly with some reserve: "Even if you people have not received the promise and favor of the gods you prayed to, you are still begging for mercy from their masters anyway." Poor people, no wonder you haven't noticed that even the ghosts are subconsciously treating you a little more tenderly?"

"So you let yourself join these loyal dogs who wag their tails and beg for mercy!" Medea sarcastically said sharply: "You are really not afraid that I will reveal your identity to everyone else if you come to provoke me like this!" Do you want to pick it out?"

Sisyphus sneered and said, "Don't you think this is my smartest and most comfortable hiding place?"

"Besides," he said cunningly, "you were the one who introduced me to this underground organization that has not yet been named. If my identity is revealed, you won't be able to escape~"

He replied as if showing weakness a little, and then subtly changed the topic: "Also, we have talked so much on our own, you haven't introduced this amazing young man to me yet!"

He has an innate appreciation for all the guys who dare to challenge fate and gods... But this does not mean that he also belongs to such a brave person... He is just out of respect for such people who are destined to fail A sliver of sympathy from the reader.There is no shortage of stupid and short-sighted reckless people in this world, just like Niobe, who was once the queen of Thebes, and she openly flaunted her family origin and her fourteenth birthday at the ceremony for Leto. and laughed at Leto's embarrassment and pain in childbirth, and in the end she also received the cruel punishment she brought upon herself. Leto's sons and daughters, Apollo and Artemis, shot all her children dead, and she also In great grief, she turned into a stone statue that lost her life, and was blown by the wind to her hometown, on a barren mountain in Lydia, on the edge of the Sipyrus cliff, shedding tears to this day.

To be honest, this forgetful queen can't be classified as a fighter who is willing to face the gods and fate in order to fight. At best, she can only be regarded as a fool who can't see reality and self-position because she feels too good about herself. But in this world, there are more fools like this.

Sisyphus sighed slightly.

But he has a high degree of affection for the young man.

Before he walked out, the conversation between Medea and him fell into his ears verbatim... To be honest, in the not short years he lived , He has seen countless demigods and heroes, sages and wise men, but he is certain that no one can maintain his good posture and calm reason under such a prophecy.

Sisyphus could see that lingering between the brows of this young man was absolute rationality without haze.

A chilling indifference.

This is also the reason why he is willing to come out with his true face and talk to Medea without any concealment.

Medea was stunned for a while, and then she remembered that although she had chatted with him for a while, and even lowered most of her guard and vigilance, she still hadn't learned the specific name of the other party until now. surname……

"I'm Paris." The young man with short brown hair said this to these two legendary and well-known figures.

"Then, Paris." Sisyphus smiled, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the heavy thoughts in his eyes: "The reason why Medea stayed here waiting for you to wake up is because she wanted To recruit a new member for the organization she believes in, she believes that a human being who is valued by the gods must have his special place..."

"And I," Sisyphus said jokingly, "I originally made an appointment to meet her in this woods... The banquet where Dionysus disappeared can actually be regarded as a harmless variable... But now, if you want, in fact I also very much welcome you to come and listen to the tricks I have planned..."

"Ha!" Medea sneered, "You have gained some self-knowledge. Tricks...haha... Aren't they just tricks that don't make sense, just like your current situation..."

In fact, the princess has always been hard to let go of the fact that she was initially concealed and led Sisyphus into the organization.

Sisyphus continued without hearing it: "Even to show the sincerity of my invitation, I can also reveal a little bit about the goal of my ridiculous plan..."

He lowered his voice a little, and said softly as if telling a top-secret news: "Do you know that the only messenger under the hand of Death, the god who manages these thousands of soul monsters, Portis?"

Medea's eyes widened. She lifted the hood that blocked her sight. She trembled and wanted to scream, but the voice that was about to burst out of her throat was suppressed by the deep fear. Her face Although she is no longer young, she is still beautiful and beautiful. Her curly long hair is like undulating golden waves flowing down. Her face is slender and charming. Under the thick and long eyelashes, her eyes are like the blue sky, and her ruddy Lips are graceful and alluring.

But this beauty was completely destroyed by the slightly ferocious distortion on her face. She scolded in a low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something: "What gave you the courage to pierce the sky? After betraying Zeus After that, he dared to reach out to the realm of death!"

"Probably out of fear of death." Sisyphus touched his chin with his fingers, and after careful consideration, he gave such an unexpected answer.

"What did you say?" Medea didn't respond for a while.

"It is precisely because of the panic and fear of the concept of death that I was able to rack my brains to escape the hunt of the ghosts," he replied seriously: "It is not the endless trap set by the gods." Terrible punishment, but pure incomprehension of death."

"In my opinion, death that can go to the underworld is just a superficial interim break." Sisyphus said with a serious face: "In this world, there is absolutely no one person or god who can compare me to death." Learn more about those decayed and ragged soul monsters, except of course their creators..."

"And if it is completely devoured by those horrible and greedy ghosts," Sisyphus said coldly, "that is different from the complete death in another sense that can wander on the banks of the river of pain... There is nothing more to be afraid of than this.”

"...You asked for this too." Medea said coldly: "Otherwise, how do you think the God of Death can have so many followers without ever appearing in this world?"

"Everyone in this organization is a group of cowards who are too smart, but also too timid!"

She warned: "If you really decide to do something that is almost blasphemy, you have to believe that even those gods in heaven who still think that the punishment for you is too heavy will never say anything for you again. Any word of defense!"

But Sisyphus ignored her, and he turned to Paris: "How about it, young man who is brave enough to take risks, would you like to join us?"

Paris stroked the ridge of the longbow bestowed by Apollo, and remained silent.

"If you become our like-minded companion this time, I am also willing to contribute my strength to you when your predicted destiny comes!" Sisyphus opened his arms and said sincerely.

At this moment, Paris really hesitated!

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