The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak

Chapter 1099: Mount Olympus



Ohm!!

A tremendous force descended upon Mount Olympus, only to be halted by a transparent barrier. The impact sent a massive shockwave rippling outward.

All the powerful beings residing on Mount Olympus turned their heads. The disturbance was too great to ignore.

The sky darkened, and mortals felt an unbearable pressure weighing down on their bodies.

Someone had dared to attack Mount Olympus.

This had not happened since the pantheon's founding.

Swoosh!

A man with flawless skin and golden eyes floated in the air. His radiant hair fluttered in the wind, and the armor encasing his body gleamed brilliantly, like the sun itself. He was Apollo, one of the God-rank powerhouses residing in Mount Olympus.

Apollo narrowed his eyes as he studied the barrier. Then, his gaze shifted-he had noticed something. A lone figure hovered in the distance, suspended in the air tens of kilometers

away.

"This...?! To think that you would appear here, of all places!"

His eyes widened in shock. With a swift motion, he opened his palm, and an exquisite bow materialized in his grasp.

Several other God-rank beings turned their attention forward, their expressions shifting to disbelief.

"Ruler of Gluttony!!"

That's right.

The Ruler of Gluttony stood before them, his gaze cold and unyielding.

Esquin swept his eyes across the mountain and spoke. "Fifteen. I can sense fifteen God-rank beings... but where is Zeus? If you choose to fight me, most of the mortals in this land will perish. Only Zeus has the power to protect and battle at the same time."

Apollo, Dionysus, and the other gods frowned. Esquin's words rang true. They could fight him, but none among them had the ability to shield the mortals while doing so.

A woman with long, flowing brown hair slowly opened her eyes, locking her gaze onto Esquin. A delicate white veil concealed her face, and a pristine white dress draped over her curvaceous figure.

She was the Goddess Demeter.

"That may be true, but Mount Olympus is unlike any other land. Do not compare it to the rest of the world. This place - our Holy Land-can protect the mortals."

Demeter moved her hand. To the untrained eye, it seemed slow, but in reality, it had taken less than a second. A surge of immense energy erupted from her, and in response, the entire mountain pulsed with a strange, radiant light.

Ancient runes flared to life, their brilliance stretching across the land for hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

A tidal wave of overwhelming energy burst forth, rippling like a divine tsunami.

Watching this unfold, Esquin merely chuckled. Then, without hesitation, he ascended higher into the sky until Mount Olympus appeared no larger than a nail beneath him.

Veins bulged along Esquin's arm as he swung his hand downward.

"Fall! [Thousand Divine Earth Spear]!!"

Thousands of colossal spears materialized in the sky, each spanning three kilometers in length. They plummeted with terrifying speed, radiating a destructive energy capable of annihilating anyone below God-rank.

Before they could strike, a massive flaming sphere engulfed them.

Boom!!

The air seared with blistering heat, yet the mortals below remained unharmed. The runes woven into the land shielded them, absorbing the energy with ease.

Esquin remained unfazed. Studying the glowing inscriptions spread across the Holy Land, he muttered, "More than a million runes are currently active... Mount Olympus truly has a deep foundation."

The barrier he had failed to shatter in his initial attack still held strong.

The great nations he had crushed in the past were nothing compared to this. And yet, this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The Holy Lands had yet to reveal their full strength.

Esquin shifted his gaze toward the one who had stopped his attack.

"Apollo..."

High above, Apollo locked eyes with Esquin. His bow and hands blazed with dense, golden flames, flickering and twisting like living entities.

Then, the battle erupted.

A fierce clash unfolded in the skies above Mount Olympus. Below, the mortals-shielded by the land's countless protective runes-scrambled for safety.

Overhead, darkness gathered, writhing like a living mass. From its depths, countless sharp teeth and glaring red eyes emerged, watching hungrily.

The people in the nearby settlements and cities gazed in awe and fear at the towering Mount Olympus. A patch of darkness loomed above it, writhing ominously, while the land itself pulsed with the glow of countless runes. Even from a distance, they could feel the immense pressure radiating from the mountain. Something monumental was unfolding.

Swoosh!!

Dozens of figures streaked through the sky, tearing through the air with overwhelming energy. Each one carried immense power-they were Tenth Shackle Realm experts, Demigods, and Gods, all converging upon Mount Olympus.

Moments after the figures soared past, a massive explosion erupted atop Mount Olympus. A torrent of elemental energy blasted outward in all directions, shaking the land and sky.

"What is happening...?!"

A voice trembled amidst the growing panic.

"I've heard of this before! T-That power... It's the Ruler of G-Gluttony!!"

Some mortals, recalling whispered rumors and scattered reports, recognized the overwhelming energy surging above the mountain. A chilling realization dawned upon them. Fear crept into their hearts.

The Deadly Sins were attacking Mount Olympus.

...

A few days later, news of Mount Olympus being attacked by the Ruler of Gluttony spread like wildfire. Even attempts to suppress it were futile-after all, countless people had witnessed the high-level battle firsthand.

The clash had been impossible to ignore. Even those far from the battlefield had seen the brilliant flashes of God-rank attacks. That day, the very flow of nature's energy had shifted, and everyone had felt its disturbance.

The Ruler of Gluttony had assaulted Mount Olympus but was ultimately forced to retreat, suffering a grievous injury. Though mortal casualties were high, no God-rank beings had fallen. It was clear-the combined might of Olympus had repelled the threat.

Yet, what truly unsettled the other factions was a lingering question: How had the Ruler of Gluttony managed to approach Mount Olympus undetected?

The Holy Land was surrounded by layers of surveillance, yet none of them had sensed his presence until he had already struck the barrier.

None of the surveillance systems within a hundred thousand kilometers of Mount Olympus had detected the Ruler of Gluttony's approach. This alarming fact meant one thing—he could potentially infiltrate other Holy Lands just as easily.

The various factions reacted in different ways. Some of the Holy Lands mocked Olympus for failing to kill the Ruler of Gluttony, while others reinforced their security, tightening surveillance around their strongholds. A few, however, remained indifferent, unconcerned by

the event.

Among the Gods, a controversial debate arose. Some openly suggested that mortals should have simply been ignored. "A few hundred years would be enough to repopulate. Mortals breed like chickens. But if a God-rank being falls because of them... now that would be a true

loss."

Alice stared at the news in shock. She had never imagined that the Ruler of Gluttony would be bold enough to launch a direct assault on Mount Olympus.

"The Holy Lands have sat on their thrones for thousands of years... They've grown too comfortable." She muttered.@@novelbin@@

Her gaze drifted toward the distant Mount Olympus. She couldn't help but wonder-what

were the Gods thinking now?

Regardless of the outcome, one undeniable fact remained: Mount Olympus had been invaded. Even though the attacker had retreated with heavy injuries, the blow to their prestige had

already been dealt.

...

In Valhalla

Odin sat upon his throne, deep in thought over what had transpired in Olympus.

"So that old man Zeus didn't make a move? He should have acted and used everything at his disposal to eliminate Gluttony right then and there," he muttered, stroking his long white

beard.

Olympus was home to countless powerful beings, yet somehow, the Ruler of Gluttony had survived. It was difficult to comprehend.

A voice broke the silence. "I heard that even Hades and Poseidon didn't intervene."

Odin's gaze shifted to the speaker-a man floating in the air, his expression laced with

intrigue.

"From what I know of them, they wouldn't tolerate anyone humiliating Olympus like this. And yet... not a single trace of them was seen in battle. I suspect there's far more happening

behind the scenes than what the public sees."

It was Loki, the God of Mischief.

"It feels like Gluttony is merely trying to divert attention," a small raven perched on the right

side of Odin's throne remarked.

Odin's gaze remained steady as he listened.

"Huginn, I understand what you're implying," another raven, Muninn, spoke from the other side. "Gluttony's actions may seem random, but they're anything but. Every move was deliberate. There's something within Olympus that drew him in... something tied to its very

foundation."

Odin stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I see... Zeus and the others must have realized this as

well."

With that, he closed his eyes, sinking deeper into his thoughts.

...

In an Unknown Place

Esquin, the Ruler of Gluttony, knelt on the ground, his body wracked with pain. He coughed

violently, spewing a massive amount of blood onto the cold earth. His face was deathly pale, his breathing ragged and uneven.

For a moment, darkness engulfed him, swirling like a living entity before vanishing just as

quickly.

With great effort, Esquin pushed himself to his feet. He waved his hand, and the blood around

him dissipated into nothingness.

A slow, knowing smile crept onto his lips. "It's already too late. I've sacrificed far too much

for this... None of my subordinates who accompanied me made it out alive."

His eyes burned with something deeper-satisfaction. "But thanks to their sacrifice and loyalty... it is complete."

Esquin scanned the dimly lit cave before settling into a corner, his back pressed against the

cold stone wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling. "I'm exhausted... but I'm not done yet." His voice was barely above a whisper.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "The plan in Mount Olympus was risky, but it worked. Next... the

Angels."

He understood the power of the Holy Lands all too well. There was a reason even the largest criminal organizations dared not challenge them directly. Against these mighty factions,

most could only cower in the shadows.

Yet, Esquin was different.

Pushing himself up, he took a deep breath, steadying his resolve. The next step was already in

motion.

Esquin had fulfilled his role-distracting the Gods of Olympus. His followers had also

completed their task, establishing contact with them.

"They" had agreed.

With that, the next phase of the plan was already set in motion.

Chaos would only escalate from here.

His eyes burned with anticipation as he uttered the final command.

"Open up Olympus!"