WE TRIED TRANSLATIONS x FLAME COMICS
Translator: ZERO_SUGAR
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Chapter 330: Episode 62: Gods' Natural Enemy (1)
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[The Star Stream has confirmed the potential of a new Great Fable.]
[The possibilities held by old fables are being reinterpreted!]
[The roles that will appear in the myth are being reconstructed!]
[Stage Transformation is proceeding based on myths of the past!]
Great Dokkaebi Noksu fell silent as Indirect Messages burst forth one after another.
Normally, Scenario 60, Gigantomachia, wasn't broadcast by dokkaebis. They only owned the channels and broadcasting rights, while Olympus's subordinate heroes handled the actual proceedings.
But with such an anomaly occurring, the situation had changed.
Explosions erupted from the screen, followed by the roars of Gigantes rising from underground.
"Where did those giants come from?"
"What about the underworld? What happened to the underworld?"
"How did the bastards who should be locked in the Underground Prison...!"
The Gigantomachia about to unfold would be a completely different story from before.
"Who will broadcast it?"
When Noksu turned around, two high-ranking dokkaebis stood there.
"I'll do it."
"No, I'll go."
Korean Peninsula Bureau Director Bihyeong and Japanese Bureau Director Dokgak.
Their eyes met, and electricity crackled through the air.
Dokgak shouted, "Great Dokkaebi! Bihyeong can't do it. He's been broadcasting Incarnation Kim Dokja for too long."
"That just means he's familiar with him and can broadcast it better. And how long are you going to call him an Incarnation? He's a Constellation now."
On the screen, the Incarnations of Kim Dokja Company fought against the heroes. They formed a precise formation and withstood the oncoming Status, like a dazzling constellation gathered around a single star.
Crunch.
The sound of someone chewing popcorn came from somewhere.
[You're awfully noisy. Do dokkaebis usually talk this much?]
The red wine in the swaying glass was slurped into the man's mouth. Then, one of Olympus's heroes died on the screen.
[The Constellation God of Wine and Ecstasy cheers!]
[The Constellation God of Wine and Ecstasy has sponsored 3,000 coins to the Demon King of Salvation!]
At that absurd sight, Bihyeong said, "Aren't you affiliated with Olympus, Constellation-nim? Is it really all right for you to be here so leisurely?"
[What do I care? I was never close with those guys. Besides, you were the ones who said I could come watch today?]
As if he were out here to cheer, Dionysus had planted a flagpole on his back. A flag bearing the words "Down with Olympus!" in Gulim font fluttered from its tip.
Dokgak narrowed his eyes. "The other Twelve Seats should be gathered at the Temple of Olympus by now."
[I want Kim Dokja's kids to win.]
"What?"
The dokkaebis around them murmured at the sudden bombshell.
Dionysus laughed heartily.
[Why are you so surprised? Anyone can cheer for whoever they want. And you dokkaebis shouldn't be reacting like that. Don't you only need entertaining Scenarios?]
It was true, so the dokkaebis nodded.
"But what you expect won't happen."
At Dokgak's words, even Bihyeong's expression darkened.
In truth, the fight Kim Dokja Company had picked with Olympus was absurd. It wasn't even like throwing an egg at a rock. Throwing a quail egg at a rock would have better odds than this.
On top of that, there was the matter on Earth.
As Bihyeong watched the start of Gigantomachia, his other retina showed Yu Junghyeok running with Lee Sukyeong on his back.
[Whether this story is a tragedy or a comedy, we won't know until it's over.]
"Isn't it obvious for now? Gigantomachia is that kind of Scenario."
[Gigantomachia is only one of Olympus's Great Fables. They won't take those guys seriously because they aren't desperate, so we can't completely rule out the chance that a lucky punch knocks them out.]
"Probabilities approaching zero don't count as probabilities."
[If fables were decided by probability alone, what fun would there be in watching the Star Stream?]
Dionysus stuffed popcorn into his mouth as he watched the screen.
[The key is what our fish guy does...]
* * *
More than half of the Twelve Seats, whose members rarely gathered, were filled. The gods had each taken on a symbolic form representing them.
The first to speak was the trident.
[The lofty Seat of Lightning isn't attending again, and Dionysus is absent too?]
[That is correct.]
Rumble.
The seawater around the temple boiled as though the wrath of the vast sea had risen.
A few tense symbolic forms watched one another cautiously before the trident spoke again.
[So, why have the giants awakened again?]
[They are said to have carried out a mass prison break from Tartarus.]
The one who answered was a Constellation with the symbolic form of twin swords.
[Would Hades have stood idly by?]
[They performed a Myth Ritual.]
[A Myth Ritual? They must have sacrificed an enormous amount of Plausibility. Don't tell me the Mother of All has awakened?]
[That isn't the case. The ones who moved were the Hecatoncheires Three Brothers and the Gigantes.]
[All three brothers?]
[Only Briareus. Even he reportedly lost half of his hundred hands.]
[Of course. There wouldn't have been enough Plausibility for all three of them to emerge.]
Silence fell over the gathering.
The blazing sun spoke.
[We cannot overlook this. Kim Dokja Company? That tiny nebula dared provoke us.]
[They certainly need to be severely punished.]
Then the winged sandals, surrounded by countless data windows, spoke.
[It won't be easy. The master of that nebula has received the ■■ containing an indication of the end, just like the Three Highest Gods.]
[Is that true, Hermes?]
[It is.]
[How ridiculous. The master of a mere minor nebula is building a fable on the same level as the Seat of Lightning?]
The gathering grew noisy.
"A Single Fable" was a sensitive subject to all Twelve Seats.
Constellations were beings who pursued the ultimate story. There wasn't a Constellation uninterested in the conclusion containing an indication of the end.
The trident brought the discussion to an end.
[Quiet. Everyone has work to do, and my true body has matters to attend to as well. We will begin the vote.]
All the Divine Seats fell silent.
It had been a long time since so many Divine Seats had gathered over a Scenario in the sixties.
[This chair demands the deployment of Fable Weapons in response to Kim Dokja Company's provocation.]
Then the vote began.
[The Constellation God of Marriage and Family declares abstention.]
[The Constellation Overseer of Agriculture and Seasons expresses neutrality.]
[The Constellation Advocate of Justice and Wisdom declares that, if not the humans, then the giants must be struck down with the hammer of justice.]
[The Constellation Ferocious God of War desires war with the giants.]
[The Constellation Omnipotent Sun desires to burn the insignificant minor nebula.]
[The Constellation Volcano's Blacksmith desires to forge armaments to fight the giants.]
[The Constellation Hunter of Pure Moonlight refuses a meaningless war.]
[The Constellation Goddess of Love and Beauty abstains, saying she will not take part in such a vulgar vote.]
[The Constellation Master of the Sky Walk says this matter should not be approached so simply, that the vast data must be examined before the nature of the incident is assessed, and that the state of the enraged giants should first be observed...]
[Hermes, keep it simple.]
[The Constellation Master of the Sky Walk opposes the war.]
A few Constellations murmured at that declaration.
[A coward, Hermes.]
[That one has opposed the will of the temple at every turn...]
Hermes gave no answer.
Then the voting results appeared.
[In favor: 4 votes]
[Against: 2 votes]
[Abstentions: 3 votes]
One final vote remained.
Naturally, it belonged to the chair.
[The Constellation Spear That Draws the Boundary of the Sea demands deployment.]
[In favor: 5 votes]
[Voting for all seats, excluding the absentees, has been completed.]
The trident nodded.
[Since more than half of the votes excluding abstentions are in favor, I declare the deployment of the Fable Weapons.]
As a hammer rang through the entire temple, ominous foam rose across the sea. It flowed toward the Gigantomachia theme park, where giants were springing up everywhere.
[We need a commander to lead the weapons. Historical Constellations will go as well, but they cannot face the giants alone.]
[Who else do you intend to send?]
[Let only two or three of the Divine Seats who voted in favor move. Incarnation bodies will be enough to settle this, so I ask you to volunteer freely.]
Then someone raised a hand.
[I'll go.]
* * *
After Achilles's Incarnation body fell, the Incarnations panicked. A few who spotted the mountains of giants rising all around began to flee.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You! What do you think you're doing?"
The Incarnations' shock and anger soon focused on me.
"Because of you, we missed the chance to obtain constellation artifacts!"
"It was our chance to obtain a fable of hunting giants!"
"We could've caught the attention of the Twelve Seats and joined Olympus! But because of you...!"
Gigantomachia.
For an entry fee of only 100,000 coins, it was an opportunity to obtain hidden elixirs and, if they were lucky, even a Great Fable Fragment. That opportunity was turning into a handful of dust before their eyes.
I looked at the Incarnations and said, "Do you really think Gigantomachia is such an innocent event?"
Maybe they were right. There were Constellations and Incarnations who truly grew stronger through Gigantomachia. Most of them also had a high chance of becoming members of Olympus.
"Let's say you become members of Olympus. What will you do after that?"
"What?"
"I'm asking what you can possibly do in that nebula, where the Twelve Seats and ancient Constellations have already claimed the major seats of power."
Through TWSA, I had seen the fates of Incarnations who joined Olympus through Gigantomachia.
Bound by abnormal contracts, they would gather crude fables and be used as pawns in the Scenarios.
"All the Incarnations from the previous Gigantomachia went up to higher Scenarios! They..."
"Are you referring to them?"
People turned toward where I pointed. The Argo cut through the sea, followed by countless ships.
Among those aboard were participants from the previous Gigantomachia.
"Wh-why are they...?"
Gigantomachia.
A myth recorded as an event where the giants fought against Olympus's gods and heroes.
But most Incarnations didn't know how the heroes who had truly participated in that war were made.
[Multiple Constellations are excited!]
They didn't know how many humans the gods, afraid of the giants, had raped to mass-produce heroes for Gigantomachia.
[The Constellations of the nebula Olympus are hostile toward you.]
Even after Gigantomachia ended, the participants didn't know how many Incarnations were being mobilized into this horrible war of "reenactment."
A Scenario that devoured and produced itself, like a snake eating its own tail.
[Multiple Constellations have entered the channel!]
[Multiple Constellations cannot contain their excitement for Gigantomachia!]
The Constellations who had hated the Scenario had now reached its end and come to enjoy it. They mocked the Incarnations desperately climbing the Scenario's ladder, kicking away, one by one, the ladders leading to the top.
That was how victims of tragedy became the ones who created tragedy once more.
I spoke to the fear-stricken Incarnations.
"I want to break this Scenario."
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