The Myth of the Greek Heavenly Demon

But.

“Hehehehe…”

“Sister?”

“Eris, that troublemaker… running away at last?”

The Goddess of Discord and Strife was probably halfway to being determined dead by her sister.
After all, even if it was a class, all she did was create apples or snakes, show off to me, or make me study on my own.
But now she had completely deserted, so the strict goddess couldn’t help but be furious.
The kind teacher was nowhere to be found, and the Goddess of Judgment, Nemesis, was just touching the Judgment Sword with a creepy smile.

Perhaps half of the blood on that beautiful white sword belonged to Eris.

‘Should I tell her that Eris seemed a bit off?’

I hesitated for a moment, but being next to a sharp stone usually means getting hurt.
I could only pray that our little sister wouldn’t cross the Styx River.

“ἐμβάπτω,θάπτω,πυρόω….”

With those chilling ancient words, whether a spell or a curse, and her gleaming white eyes, Nemesis was truly the Goddess of Judgment or the Angel of Vengeance itself.
Especially, the wings fluttering nervously on her back, and the brilliantly glowing sword spoke volumes about why she was so feared.

In short, she was really intense and not someone you wanted to mess with.
Really.

“Bring that brat to me right now!”

“Oh hey, Sis. Calm down. Eris must have had her reasons!”

“Do I look like I’m joking right now?! Do you know how much trouble I go through because of that brat?! Even in the divine realm that Lady Hera allowed with great difficulty, she couldn’t control her temper and ran away?! I should break those wings…!”

In the end, I barely managed to calm down Nemesis, who was about to fly off like a demon, spewing fire from her mouth and spreading her wings.
As expected, it’s always about discord and strife.
To think that Nemesis got so mad that she was ready to attack without thinking.

In hindsight, it was almost the same pattern.

Eris always did whatever she disliked, even if it killed her, while Nemesis was like the model student council president.
Eris would always play hooky like earlier and get caught by Nemesis, facing her wrath as a daily routine.
However, today, Eris’s escape made the Goddess of Judgment unusually furious.

Even when I wasted 23 hours, the exemplary goddess had calmly waited.

“Now, deep breaths, deep breaths! Have some Nectar too.”

“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”

When I handed over the Nectar that Ares thought might be needed and brought along, the Goddess with beautiful black wings and white eyes accepted it and gulped it down.

“Phew… I’m sorry, younger brother. I showed you a disheveled appearance of myself.”

“Hahaha. It’s alright.”

Honestly, the sight of the white light blazing from her eyes and the Judgment Sword that blocked the old sword trembling was quite terrifying.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud.
Realizing she had shown a disgraceful side, Nemesis, with her white face turning red, quickly changed the subject and sat demurely, looking at me.

“Ahem, did you complete today’s task well?”

“Who would dare defy your words, Sister? Shall we begin then?”

Nemesis, the Goddess of Judgment and Justice.
Some also called her the Goddess of Vengeance, but she resembled a biblical angel more than a Greek goddess.
With her long, sleek black hair and calm, pure face that remained untouched by dust.
Her natural, stern demeanor made her a goddess that invoked the phrase ‘Apostle of Judgment.’
She was the complete opposite of Eris, one might say.
Unlike Eris, who made no progress in Ares’s lessons that were half fighting and half drinking.
Nemesis always focused solely on the lessons, teaching strictly, embodying the image of a female teacher or model student.
That’s why I call her ‘sister.’

“Alright. Begin.”

However, despite this, her occasional smiles and unguarded moments, contrasting with her external image, made her an attractive goddess.

In this way, Nemesis was a strict and rational goddess, fitting her divine duty of judgment and justice.
She was also a wise teacher; unlike Eris’s chaotic lessons, she patiently taught me despite my slow progress, earning my respect.
From her, I learned spells to heal wounds, methods to revive memories etched in objects, and ways to delve into human dreams.

“Let’s see… then!”

And today, along with what I had learned, it was time to establish how I would realize my powers.
I had already drawn a clear blueprint for this.

-Whoosh!

A massive amount of Godly Demonic Qi flowed through my entire body, and as I stirred the air like a conductor leading an orchestra, the air and energy around me began to surge.

-BOOOOOM!!

A sound as if the air was howling.
The ground quaked from the immense energy.
From that reaction, I could tell that the magic I had conjured was about to activate properly.

‘How should I put it? This feels like real magic.’

The divinations and sorceries of the Recursion Doctor were fundamentally similar to the magic I wielded in that they realized supernatural abilities outside the human body.
However, people often mistakenly think that magic or sorcery involves controlling the wind with a single fan wave or transforming with just one talisman, but it’s not that easy.

“If everything in the world were this easy, it would be great.”

“Hey, focus! Magic that manipulates divine power doesn’t require a sacrifice, but…”

“If the caster doesn’t concentrate, it can lead to big trouble. Haha, I learned that properly.”

The techniques of the Recursion Doctor were essentially made of logic.
Logic, and at a graduate level at that.
Even without Arabic numerals, it was logic and mathematics calculated using Chinese characters.
Only I would know how horrifying that was, whether in Korea, Murim, or Greece.
Recursion Doctor?
That crazy guy loved it so much that he climbed to that position, a rare lunatic.
Beyond the complexity of the technique itself, it required minute calculations of constellations, the flow of earth veins, and the influence of trees growing on the land where it would be performed. The techniques of the Recursion Doctor demanded an investment of manpower and wealth significant enough to build a tower of gold.

However, its power was so great that it was used occasionally when something resembling a miracle was needed or when an asymmetric force was required.
Most of the time, just emitting energy waves or throwing a punch was more efficient.

But the Godly Demonic Qi, or divine power that I was born with, bypassed all the restrictions of such techniques and, with simplified calculations and control, displayed miracles befitting its power.

-Kugugung!

“…It seems to have worked?”

I slightly opened my eyes and looked around.
A pitch-black space, as if it had pulled in the primordial darkness, surrounded me.
It covered the moonlit sky created by the powers of Nemesis and Eris, and engulfed the endless land spread by Ares at his mother Hera’s request.
It was a reproduction of the Recursion Doctor’s Nine Palaces Illusionary Dream Formation.

As I surveyed the magic I had cast and felt satisfied, Nemesis, who had approached me through the darkness, asked,

“Is this… a combination of the secret arts I taught you and the knowledge from another world that you knew?”

“It’s a basic application. What do you think?”

Nemesis’s task was nothing special; it was to apply the secret arts and principles she had taught me in a new way.
You could call it an ancient-style education.
Fortunately, unlike the miracles shown by Eris, the magic of Nemesis was a well-structured discipline that I could understand.
Moreover, it was not difficult to manifest the techniques of the Recursion Doctor, which I remembered perfectly, using divine power.

If the Recursion Doctor saw this, he would probably cough up blood, exclaiming what nonsense this was, and argue that it went against the aesthetics of the techniques.
What can I do? Even if the effect was earth-shattering, the cooldown period was decades, and the casting restrictions and enormous internal energy consumption…
If all of that could be solved with a single divine power, I couldn’t ask for more.

“Did I pass today’s test, Sister?”

The Recursion Doctor’s Nine Palaces Illusory Dream Formation.
His formation, which required enormous sacrifices and effort, was an absolute array that held off a special task force of the Murim Alliance, consisting of two absolute masters and twenty top-tier experts, for nearly ten days in the Sichuan Great Snow Mountain range.
However, due to the massive investment and effort required, almost enough to build a palace out of gold, if it were used again, the financial director would collapse from spitting blood. It was an array that could never be seen again, yet seeing it again like this was somewhat delightful.

“It’s the technique of my master, who held off warriors comparable to the ancient heroes Cadmus and Perseus for ten days. Strengthened with the secret arts I learned from my sister and executed with divine power…”

Honestly, the divine power supported the barrier of the Recursion Doctor more firmly than I had calculated, and Nemesis’s secret arts further enhanced the barrier’s abilities.

“I didn’t expect the secret arts and techniques to complement each other so well.”

The Nine Palaces Formation, where you can’t see an inch ahead, feel any sensation, or perceive the passage of time.
However, as the caster and the one who formed this formation, I could see and feel everything about it as if it were in the palm of my hand.
From the magic that expands the land and isolates it from the outside world with Hera’s power, to the authority of the night sky unfolded with the power of Nemesis and Eris.
Even the slightly pouting face of my sister Nemesis, who was close enough to feel her breath.

“Sister?”

“Yes? Yes?”

“Why are you like this?”

Is there something you don’t like?
But last time, Nemesis didn’t hold back on praise for similar combinations of magic and sorcery like the walking technique and detection magic.
But today, Nemesis couldn’t hide her displeasure, to the point where even a slight crack on her white face was noticeable.

‘No, it’s more like she feels somewhat disappointed rather than displeased?’

Could it be because her magic wasn’t the main focus, but sorcery was?

“Hehe… Don’t be so surprised. It’s just that your wisdom is far beyond what I expected.
I have nothing left to teach you.”

“Wow, the sister who always insisted on being fair and was so stingy with praise, what’s going on?”

I joked, but Nemesis firmly shook her head and said.

“No. I’m serious. There’s nothing more I can teach you. Look at this. This dark sky. The darkness is so pitch-black that you can’t distinguish the ground from the sky. You have already proven yourself to be a worthy child of the Night Mother.”

The Goddess of Judgment, shining brilliantly even in the darkness I created, reached out toward the darkness I had spread and said.

“The Queen said. If she sees you bring forth Mother’s darkness from the wisdom I have bestowed upon you, know that you are worthy of mastering your secret arts. In the end, it has come to that.”

Nemesis, saying this, seemed somewhat regretful and disappointed.