I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Every muscle on Ajax’s massive frame seemed to ripple with unnatural strength, his veins glowing faintly as if liquid fire coursed through them. His very presence was suffocating, the raw power radiating from him pressing down on Nathan like a mountain.

He was going to go all out.

Nathan’s gaze never wavered. Despite the crushing weight of Ajax’s unleashed might, he stood firm. Blood dripped from his cracked knuckles onto the dirt, pooling at his feet, but his eyes burned brighter than ever.

Ajax burned bright, his aura blazing as he stepped forward with terrifying speed, vanishing in a blink and reappearing behind Nathan. The air itself seemed to tremble under his raw power. Yet, Nathan stood unmoving, his head lowered, as if resigned or calculating.

BADAM!

The air where Nathan’s head had been exploded outward with a deafening shockwave, Ajax’s strike carving through space with the force of a hurricane. Dust and debris scattered violently. But Nathan, calm and unshaken, had already shifted his weight. With fluid precision, he twisted his body and delivered a powerful kick to Ajax’s side.

Ajax staggered slightly, his massive frame absorbing the brunt of the blow. His ribs visibly caved inward under the force, but he hardly budged. Nathan grimaced, pain shooting up his leg from the impact, and instinctively leapt back, distancing himself.

In a blur, Ajax retaliated. His colossal hand lunged forward like a predator’s claw, snatching Nathan’s head in an unrelenting grip before he could react.

“I will crush your skull!” Ajax roared, his voice echoing like thunder.

A searing pain shot through Nathan’s head, the pressure threatening to turn his skull into nothing but shattered fragments. His vision blurred, and time seemed to slow. Desperation kicked in, and Nathan knew he had only moments to act.

With a sharp inhale, Nathan twisted his body mid-air, wrapping his legs tightly around Ajax’s thick, muscular arm. His thighs locked with a crushing force as he channeled all his strength into a desperate maneuver.

CRACK!

Ajax’s bellow of pain filled the battlefield as his arm audibly fractured under Nathan’s vice-like grip. His grip on Nathan’s head faltered, and in a moment of hesitation, he released him. But that was his gravest mistake.

Nathan seized the opportunity with deadly precision. Rising to his feet with a burst of energy, he launched a devastating uppercut.

THUD!

The impact landed squarely on Ajax’s chin, the sound of bone shattering reverberating like an ominous drumbeat. Ajax’s enormous body was lifted off the ground, his head snapping back as blood sprayed from his mouth. He crashed to the ground, groaning in pain, but Nathan wasn’t done.

In a blur of movement, Nathan appeared before Ajax once more, his icy eyes devoid of mercy. Without hesitation, he drove his knee into Ajax’s stomach with earth-shaking force.

Ajax’s body bent in half from the blow, his ribs collapsing inward like fragile glass under a sledgehammer.

“BARGHH!” Ajax gagged, blood and bile spilling from his lips. He was sent hurtling backward, his massive frame skidding across the ground like a broken doll. He tumbled, finally coming to a halt in a crater of dust and debris.

When his eyes fluttered open, Nathan was already there, looming over him like a specter of death. The cold, unyielding gaze in Nathan’s eyes struck a deep chord of fear in Ajax—a feeling he had never known before. For the first time in his life, Ajax felt the suffocating grip of dread.

BADAM!

Nathan’s fist came down like a meteor, slamming into Ajax’s cheek with a brutal crack. Ajax’s head snapped sideways, the side of his head fracturing under the unrelenting power. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he coughed weakly, struggling to even part his lips.

Still, his warrior’s instinct fought against despair. Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, Ajax tried to raise his arm in defiance.

But Nathan was faster.

Before the arm could fully rise, Nathan’s leg lashed out with terrifying speed and power.

SNAP!

Ajax’s arm bent grotesquely in the wrong direction, the bone shattered by the sheer force of Nathan’s kick. A strangled cry of pain tore from Ajax’s throat, his body writhing in agony.

Nathan loomed closer, his cold aura suffocating. There was no mercy, no hesitation in his actions.

“You shouldn’t have touched her,” Nathan said, his voice as cold and sharp as the edge of a blade. His piercing gaze bore down on Ajax, who lay crumpled beneath him, bloodied and beaten.

Ajax squinted up at Nathan, struggling to comprehend his words. What was this man talking about?

But Ajax had lived long enough to make an educated guess. A woman—this was about a woman. It always was.

In his years of conquest and debauchery, Ajax had seen countless men glare at him with murder in their eyes. Husbands, brothers, and fathers—they all shared the same desperate, impotent rage when he took what he wanted from them. None of them, however, had ever dared lay a hand on him. Until now.

Nathan’s gaze, though, was unlike anything Ajax had seen before. It wasn’t just anger or hatred; it was something far more chilling. Cold, calculated, and utterly devoid of mercy, it sent a shiver through even Ajax’s mighty frame.

As he lay there, battered and humiliated, Ajax tried to reason. Perhaps this man was a Trojan, and he was avenging a Trojan woman Ajax had taken by force. Yes, that had to be it. But the truth wasn’t far off.

Nathan’s foot slammed down on Ajax’s chest with brutal force. The white glow of Ajax’s divine aura flickered and began to fade, as though even the power of the gods could not withstand Nathan’s wrath.

“I will kill you!” Ajax roared, summoning the last of his strength. His remaining arm shot up, fist clenched, ready to strike.

But he never got the chance.

A searing pain exploded through his shoulder, and the next moment, his vision blurred. His arm had been severed cleanly, blood spraying like a crimson fountain. Ajax’s howl of agony tore through the battlefield, a guttural cry that made even the Greek warriors pause, their faces pale with fear.

Nathan stood over him, unflinching, holding a blade as black as midnight. The sword radiated a malevolent energy, its demonic aura suffocating. This was no ordinary weapon—it was the sword of the previous Demon King, a relic of darkness and despair.

Ajax’s body convulsed as the blade’s cursed power invaded him, burning through his veins like molten fire. Pain, unlike anything he had ever known, wracked his body. He felt as though his very soul was being torn apart.

How could this be happening? He was Ajax, born of Zeus’s blood, a demigod of unrivaled strength. This kind of torment, this kind of defeat, was unthinkable.

Nathan’s smirk was cruel and cold as he watched Ajax writhe beneath him. He raised the dark blade high, its edge glinting ominously in the fading light of the battlefield.

“Die and rot in the deepest hell,” Nathan said, his voice a death knell.

The blade plunged downward, sinking into Ajax’s chest with an unforgiving finality.

Ajax’s body jolted violently, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief. Blood bubbled from his lips as he gasped for air that would no longer come. Nathan pressed his foot firmly against Ajax’s chest, holding him down as the life drained from his body.

For a brief moment, Ajax writhed, his strength fading with every spasm. Blood spilled onto the ground in dark pools, and his cries turned to choked gurgles. Then, at last, his body went still.

His eyes remained open, frozen in a final expression of fear and anguish. The reflection in them was haunting—Nathan, standing over him like a harbinger of death, his cold gaze unwavering.

Ajax the Great, a warrior feared across nations, was no more. His fall sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

“I… Impossible…”

Horror etched across the faces of the Greek soldiers.

A collective silence spread across the battlefield. The Greeks stood frozen, their faces pale as death, their breaths shallow and uncertain. This was Ajax the Great, a demigod, a pillar of strength and invincibility, brought low by a single man.

On the Trojan side, the reaction was the opposite. Though equally wide-eyed, their expressions brimmed with astonishment and relief. The impossible had happened, but in their favor. Nathan’s name was destined to echo in tales of triumph.

Nathan, standing tall amidst the chaos, gazed coldly down at Ajax’s lifeless form. Without a flicker of hesitation, he raised his hand, and an icy frost began to spread. It crawled over Ajax’s body, encasing the fallen warrior in a frozen prison.

The frost glittered in the waning sunlight, a cruel mockery of the once-mighty hero. Then, with a swift, brutal motion, Nathan drove his foot down.

The sound echoed sharply across the battlefield. Ajax’s frozen body shattered into countless shards of ice, scattering across the bloodstained earth.

It was merciless.

Tradition dictated that even the bodies of enemies, especially warriors of Ajax’s caliber, were given proper rites. Great warriors were honored with tombs and rituals, ensuring their passage to the Elysian Fields—a resting place for the most valiant souls.

But Nathan denied Ajax even that.

To him, Ajax was not a warrior. He was trash. The lowest form of filth. Unworthy of rest.

Nathan’s cold gaze lingered on the icy remains for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the battlefield.

A sharp sound broke through the tension—a sudden movement behind him.

Nathan’s ears caught the faint displacement of air, his body reacting before thought.

Someone was trying to strike him from behind, thinking him vulnerable after his fight with Ajax.

The would-be assassin lunged, sword in hand, aiming for Nathan’s back. But Nathan was always vigilant.

Before the blade could make contact, Nathan vanished.

“What?!”

Jason, the celebrated Greek hero, stumbled forward as his sword slashed through empty air. His shock was palpable. His wide, startled eyes darted around, searching for Nathan.

But Jason’s search ended abruptly.

A sharp, thin line of red appeared across his throat.

He froze, his hands instinctively rising to touch the blood now pouring from the wound. His sword clattered to the ground, forgotten. Jason’s lips quivered as he struggled to process what had happened.

Moments later, his head slipped from his shoulders.

It landed heavily on the dirt, the once-proud hero’s lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void.

His body, now headless, remained upright for a moment before collapsing to its knees. Blood streamed down, soaking the earth beneath him.