“How did you know that I wasn’t dead?” Park Muyeol asked with curious eyes and I simply shrugged.

“Is there anything I don’t know?”

“Bah. You are pretending to be handsome.”

Park Muyeol smiled at me. Then he held the wooden stick in one hand and slowly closed his eyes. A golden aura wove around his body. Park Muyeol started recalling old memories. They weren’t his memories. They were the old myths and legends from Hercules’ memories. The golden aura around his body scattered like smoke and started to take a shape.

‘...What trial will be reproduced?’

I watched the scene and thought of Hercules’ abilities. The first thing that came to mind was the ability of a half-human, half-god. One a day, Hercules rose from the dead and became invincible for 30 seconds. Just like right now. James’ bullet hit Park Muyeol’s head, causing it to tilt.

However, Park Muyeol just looked back at James. James’ mouth dropped open at the sight.

“No, this... is it a bug?”

And this person, Park Muyeol, simply wielded his wooden s...