Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 90

Chapter 90 The Awakening of the God of Fun! (7k)

In the early morning, fragments of golden sunlight shine into the house through the window lattice, and the sound of the ocean tide can be heard.

Lorne yawned as if he was feeling something. He opened his eyelids and glanced out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly found two round and slender white thighs lying flat on the back of his head. There was a soft touch and a faint fragrance.

"you're awake?"

A soft voice came. Wearing a simple white dress, the goddess of wisdom with silver hair and purple eyes was sitting on the bedside, looking down at the face pillowed in front of her knees with a smile.

However, the two undulating white mountains bounced up and down with the rhythm of breathing, blocking each other's sight and making Lorne dizzy for a while.

 Is it really that big?

Just as Lorne was secretly speechless after witnessing this spectacle with his own eyes, his purple eyes showed deep concern.

 “What? Still not feeling well? Let me see!”

 A pair of looping arms lifted up Lorne's head and held it nervously in his arms for a while to check and comfort him.

 Suddenly, the victim, who was half asleep and half awake, was almost suffocated. As he struggled wildly, various qualities of the contact surface summarized through the five senses emerged in his mind.

The thick bird leg meat, which has just been shaved and feathered, is being smoked, and there is a one-legged siren hanging next to it...

 “…here!”

On the other side of the door, the purple-haired and red-eyed twin sister Stheno smiled and took out a bowl of purple-red bubbling stuff from a pot filled with octopus tentacles, and eagerly handed the biochemical weapon to the person in front of the door. Hestia, the meaning of encouragement is self-evident.

 I only saw a neat room in my impression, which was smeared with purple blood and minced meat, like a large slaughterhouse.

The goddess of the stove, wearing a white apron and holding a spoon, poked her head out of the crack in the door with a gloomy face and squeezed out a twisted smile.

Lorne lowered his head subconsciously and saw a purple mass spread out under the quilt.

"boom!"

 Better hello, Gouzi!

 Seeing his own licking dog being so loyal, Lorne felt a little touched.

The grey-white ferocious head, half snake and half fish, was thrown to one side, with blood dripping from the broken neck...

Have a meal?

 “Don't run, let me hold you!”

 Dream, fortunately it is just a dream.

 “Ann…Anna! No!”

The twin Gorgon banshees with purple hair and red eyes walked into the room, with malicious smiles on their delicate and pretty faces. Then they grabbed a corner of Lorne's quilt with both hands, suddenly opened it, and loudly announced their verdict.

 This is for human consumption?

Lorne's Adam's apple squirmed violently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He subconsciously laughed and shook his head, and the thoughts in his mind became more and more confusing.

Lorne subconsciously looked through the half-open door to the hall and kitchen, his expression instantly frozen.

 Have you agreed on the number one hero? Not to mention knee pillows, why aren't there even any attendants?

Just as Lorne was complaining secretly, a low whine came from outside the door. A golden retriever opened the crack of the door, got into the bedroom, jumped on the bed excitedly, shook his head and tail at the owner who had just woken up, and used his tongue happily. Licking his palm.

Anna! Yes, where is Anna? ! "

 "Anna? Isn't she right here..."

 “Come on, open your mouth...!”

At this time, Hestia, who had a gloomy look on her face, raised a spoon full of purple-red seafood soup and prepared to put it into the mouth of the patient Lorne.

High-pitched and off-key wails echoed in the ancient Greek-style bedroom. A patient, sweating profusely, stood up and stood up from his dying illness on the bed. His hands subconsciously scratched the air.

 “Wait! Is it over?

 I...I don't seem to be hungry...”

 “He…Hestia…

Seeing this situation, Lorne broke into a cold sweat and subconsciously changed the subject, hoping to take the opportunity to escape from this mouthful of seafood soup, which was as powerful as poison.

For a moment, Lorne patted his heart, which almost stopped, and leaned against the bed sluggishly. Looking at the empty bedroom, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

so big! So soft! So fierce!

A forked tongue stuck out of Tan's mouth. While sensing the smell, his throat rumbled and he swallowed. The flushed face seemed to be satisfied with eating.

“Are you awake? I made a big meal to celebrate your recovery. Let's come down and eat together!”

After a while of fussing, those eyes full of horror refocused, looking at the familiar ceiling and bedroom furnishings, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Eurielle, dressed in a formal dress, poked her head out of the door, gloating and making noises, her scarlet eyes filled with malice.

"Eat, you must eat! This is specially prepared for you by the goddess!"

In an instant, several gloomy eyes focused on him, and the indescribable terror froze everything in an instant.

As he spoke, Lorne, whose head was held tightly by Athena on the bed, rolled his eyes and looked around, frantically looking for someone who could save the situation.

As Lorne's consciousness became confused and he was almost suffocated by this soft pampering, the bedroom door was slammed open.

What's even worse is that a Lamia with a big bulge on its forehead is obviously knocked unconscious. It has an apple in its mouth and smeared with sauce. Its twisted figure is being arranged into the shape of a heart, ready to push forward. oven…

The mollusk, which was like an octopus tentacle, was completely stuffed into the soup pot. After screaming and struggling, the lid of the pot was slightly pushed open...

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 simultaneously! laugh!

 But the bronze spoon smoked and turned black in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even melted.

That face that combines the mature charm of the Snake Goddess with the green and innocent cheeks of a Gorgon larvae is slowly looking up from below, innocent and ignorant.

However, before the emotion in Lorne's heart lasted for a few seconds, the door was pushed open by a small hand, and Nikki, the goddess of victory, rushed in, opening her arms to intercept the scurrying golden dogs.

Looking at the few remaining dog hairs on Nikki's hands and the golden dog spinning around him, Lorne's face couldn't help but turn as dark as the bottom of a pot.

 Having been doing this for a long time, are you here to use me as a shield?

 These days, is it not reliable to lick a dog?

Lorne cursed as he unceremoniously took out the golden dog that was flopping on the bed and threw it to Nikki in front of the bed.

 The goddess of victory, who had achieved her wish, immediately beamed and held the whining dog tightly in her arms. She rubbed the dog's head happily and looked at Lorne with eyes full of goodwill and intimacy.

This is the goddess of victory, the most important authority in the theocracy of war. It is necessary to establish a good relationship as early as possible.

 Gouzi, just sacrifice yourself.

Lorne ignored his dog's look for help, murmured to himself, and gave Nikki a kind smile.

 “Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I'll cook a big meal to celebrate your recovery!”

The familiar questions and the stove goddess sticking her head out in front of the door made Lorne stiffen on the bed like a reflex and shook his head hurriedly.

 “H...Hestia, I'm not hungry.”

 “Huh? Oh…”

Hearing Lorne's clear rejection, Hestia, who was holding the spoon in her hand, felt a little disappointed.

Probably it was the aftermath of that nightmare. After looking around for a while, Lorne asked cautiously.

 “Where's Athena?”

"Confronting Poseidon in Olympus. Although the beast tide is over, the troubles in Crete and Atlantis are not over yet..."

Hestia glanced at Lorne, lowered her head and answered in a low voice, with a few veins showing in the hand holding the spoon.

Lorne relaxed slightly, then looked around furtively, and spoke again.

“By the way, why don't you see Stheno, Euryale, and Anna?”

 “Sleep in the temple!”

A low cold snort came from the door, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of grinding teeth.

“During the battle on the coastline, they absorbed a large amount of divinity that Ceto had escaped. They needed time to digest and absorb it. Athena took them to her temple before she left…”

 “Then, Princess Ariadne…”

 “Click!”

 A hand pressed against the door frame forcefully broke the fir wood that had been solidified by runes.

Hestia calmly withdrew her arm and carried it behind her back without leaving any trace. She put a smile on her face and spoke calmly.

 “What else do you want to ask? Go on?”

 Gulu~!

Looking at the distorted face, Lorne's eyelids twitched, his Adam's apple squirmed, and he spoke cautiously.

 “How about eating first?”

“Aren't you hungry?”

Hestia raised an eyebrow and asked, continuing to look at the patient who had just woken up.

“Aren't you still there? No one can be hungry, not even Lord Hestia, who has worked the hardest to protect the peace of the house. What do you want to eat? I'll do it!”

At this moment, realizing his negligence, Lorne spoke confidently, and consciously turned over from the bed. He unknowingly grabbed Hestia's arm, bragging about it in a way that was half true and half false.

“To tell you the truth, during the time I was in coma, I was thinking about recipes, and I woke up from my dream because I had a lot of ideas.

 Come on, come with me to the kitchen and try your hand at it. I guarantee you'll find something you like! "

Hestia didn't seem to be cold, and looked doubtful.

"Really? Can you study recipes in your dreams? Don't lie to me..."

Having said that, the hearth goddess turned around involuntarily and quickly followed Lorne.

The face that was clouded just now is now full of eagerness to try.

 Sure enough, it's still as easy to understand as before.

Lorne glanced at Hestia, who was following behind him. Unsurprisingly, he looked away, his lips raised in a happy arc.

 Obviously, a certain stove goddess whose temperament has been figured out is almost turned into a pervert.

Soon, the stove fire was lit and a wisp of smoke rose.

Then the rhythm of pots and pans and the aroma of cooking and frying came from the kitchen. One after another, exquisitely shaped, innovative or creative delicacies were completed one after another and put on the table, becoming what we are today. the protagonist.

Little Nikki, who has a straightforward nature, was quickly attracted by the aroma and became a prisoner of the delicious food. She would bring the erratic dog to the table and devour it.

 “Get out of here, don't eat without washing your hands!”

But even the goddess in charge of victory was driven away from the territory of the kitchen and dining table by the menacing Hestia waving a spoon. She obediently put down her dog and ran to the pool.

Seeing Little Nicky running away, Lorne fell from the chef to the assistant. While sighing with emotion about the dominance of the stove goddess over the house, he brought the last dish to the table and announced that the banquet was officially open.

In a warm and joyful atmosphere, the two gods, one person and one dog, had enough food and rice, and their faces were full of contentment.

Just as the family feast was over and Lorne was about to stand up and clean up the messy table, Hestia stood up from the bench and changed her tone to stop her.

“We'll clean it up later, you, follow me first!”

With that said, Hestia grabbed Lorne's arm without waiting for the other party to speak. After leaving little Nicky to look after the house, Hestia went straight to the top floor of the house.

 The third floor is a balcony with flowers and plants planted everywhere and several tables and chairs.

The watery night falls from the sky, with a bit of depth and tranquility.

Unconsciously, this family dinner lasted from day to night.

After arriving at the destination, Hestia immersed herself in the surroundings and knocked around for a while. Finally, she took out a jar of fruit juice, two cups, some preserved meat and dried fruits from under a certain stone slab, and held these things that were obviously personal. After hiding the things, he came to the small table and entertained the guests he had brought.

"Sit down, I rarely bring people here." Hearing the meaningful hum, Lorne couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, muttering to himself.

Should a mouthful of vinegar be sour to this point?

 “Do you want to be promoted from demigod to god?”

However, as soon as Hestia opened her mouth, Lorne looked at the hearth goddess who was sitting leisurely aside with some surprise.

“Hey, what's that look in your eyes? I'm here to protect the peace of my family, and I don't just know how to cook!”

Feeling slighted, Hestia gritted her teeth in anger and declared her noble status.

“After all, I am also the upright twelve main gods of Olympus. What that girl Athena can teach you, am I not good at it?”

"How can you not! Not to mention Athena, even if her god-king father offends you, he will starve nine times in three days!"

Lorn saw that Hestia was about to get angry, so he quickly complimented her with a smile on his face.

 That's pretty much it!

When Hestia heard this, the depression in her heart suddenly disappeared a lot, her face gradually turned from gloomy to clear, and she hummed softly and took the initiative to speak.

“Ask me if you have anything you don't understand about the promotion from demigod to god.”

 As he said that, Hestia changed the topic and found an honest reason.

“Of course, because you just saved everyone in Crete, I made an exception to answer your questions.”

“Yes, yes, I will definitely cherish this opportunity.”

In this regard, of course Lorne chose to see through it without saying anything. He nodded in agreement and took advantage of this rare opportunity to ask for advice from the eldest sister in the God King's family.

“How should a demigod be promoted to a god?”

“Honestly, it's not an easy task…”

 When it came to the topic, Hestia immediately changed her gentle and elegant image, her temperament became serious and serious, and she answered carefully.

“Strictly speaking, there are two types of gods in this world:

 One type is those who are born as gods. Due to themselves or their bloodline, they often inherit a certain essence and rule of the [world] when they are born, and naturally possess [power]. You can easily touch the [Great Source] that is the starting point of everything.

One is to become gods through succession. They complete their own transformation and upgrading through factors such as accumulation of blood, improvement in practice, achievement of achievements, collection of faith, etc. from their mortal bodies, and finally find their own path and realize their own [power]... "

Lorne nodded secretly while being serious.

 In fact, to put it bluntly, they are gods conceived by nature and gods shaped by man.

 This is exactly in line with the development law of mythology.

Primitive culture initially worshiped the sun, moon, stars, sky and earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning and all other mysterious powers and existences from nature.

However, with the development of the times and the evolution of civilization, agriculture, blacksmithing, war, wine, marriage, wealth and other divine rights that are different from nature have been born. As a result, a mortal life will also have a hint of ascending to the status of a god. possible.

Of course, the bulk of the new divine power will still be divided by the original gods.

For example, the reason why the Twelve Olympian Gods were able to defeat the Twelve Titans, who represented the divinity of nature, was because they captured the new divine rights with social and civilizational attributes.

 In the end, just like history, the divinity of civilization representing progress overcame the divinity of nature representing barbarism, achieving the glory of Olympus.

At this time, Hestia paused, her eyes filled with emotion.

“As far as I know, gods who are born as gods account for the vast majority of gods, but their strength is uneven, with a huge gap between the upper limit and the lower limit.

For example, the pure-blooded descendants of Titans such as the Sun God, the Dawn Goddess, and the Muses, the three thousand river gods bred by Oceanus and Tesis, and the countless nymphs of forests and swamps, these are all gods, but every one of them is a god. There is a huge difference in class levels.

The strong ones are even feared by the gods, while the weak ones, not to mention being bullied by powerful demigods, can even become food for monsters...

Even if a weak person wants to become strong, it is often difficult to break through the boundaries of blood.

 So, being born as a **** is a kind of luck, but it often limits their own development potential. "

Lorne rolled his eyes and hummed, interrupting the vested interest's Versailles.

“Come on, the same problem also exists for species with mortal bodies, and I'm afraid it will only be more serious.”

Hearing this, the Stove Goddess thought about it seriously, recalled the descendants of the divine blood blooming all over the world and the more ordinary people who were suffering from birth, old age, illness and death, and nodded helplessly.

"That's true. It's extremely difficult for a mortal body to break through the limitations of bloodline, ignite the divine fire, and step into a demigod. In comparison, those of us who are born as gods are indeed more fortunate."

“So, it's a very difficult road for a mortal to become a god?” Lorne frowned slightly.

“Not only is it difficult to walk, but very few people can walk through it! This type of existence is extremely rare, and it is estimated that the total number of people only exceeds double digits.”

Hearing this, Hestia clasped her fingers and reiterated seriously.

 Soon, in order to prevent Lorne on the other side from losing confidence, she slowed down her tone and tried to comfort her again.

“However, once the mortal body breaks through many obstacles and successfully takes that step, the achievements will often exceed those of most natural gods.”

 This is actually...

Lorne nodded, thinking of the cases he knew of those who later became gods.

Heracles, the **** of unparalleled combat power, Asclepius, the **** of medicine who can revive the dead, and Dionysus, the **** of wine, who was included in the twelve main gods in history...

These beings who became gods from mortal bodies, once they take that step, they are basically the top gods, or even the main gods.

 The more he looks forward to the future, the more curious Lorne becomes.

“What is the difference between demigods and gods?”

 “Immortal!”

Hestia replied solemnly, and then added something thoughtfully.

"Actually speaking, strictly speaking, it is only the immortality of the body, but the soul is still fragile. As long as the divinity is immortal, this container as the carrier of divinity can continuously repair itself in a specific environment. But if you want to completely kill a **** , it becomes quite complex and difficult, and often requires weapons with [God-killing] characteristics or special techniques.”

 “What about the Lord God?”

 “Immortal!”

Hestia answered subconsciously and added a thoughtful supplement.

“At that time, both their bodies and souls were connected to the origin of the world. They would not age or die easily, and were almost invulnerable.”

 But then, the stove goddess waved her hand and brought the topic back on track.

"These are things you need to consider in the future. For now, you only need to think about how to complete the upgrade from demigod to god."

 “Then what should I do?”

 “Use divine fire to calcine divinity, refine the divine personality, and inscribe your own laws into it.”

 After saying the method, Hestia looked at Lorne in front of her seriously and spoke sincerely.

“However, before that, I suggest you make it clear which way you want to go.”

 After a brief silence, the stove goddess pursed her lips and reminded her seriously.

"Honestly, I think that although the War Divine Power is powerful, most of it has been divided up by Athena and Ares. Even if you succeed in upgrading, I am afraid you will only become their subordinate god. This may not be your first choice. ”

 Lorn heard the concern and sincerity in Hestia's words, and couldn't help but frown and fell into thought.

Indeed, with Ares and Athena here, there is not much divine power of war left. In addition, when the gods of Olympus help their respective city-states in the war, they will talk about the divine power related to war from time to time. This thing Even if there is anything left, I'm afraid it's just leftovers.

Moreover, there are too many gods who are eyeing the power of war, and the risk of trying to gain leverage is also extremely high.

 Of course, there is the most important point.

—Choice is sometimes more important than effort.

If you choose an authority that you are not suitable for and upgrade, even if you are lucky enough to successfully transform into a god, it will be difficult to take the second step and become the main god.

Not to mention, the person he will challenge in the future is the God King Zeus.

As his thoughts surged, Lorne was a little confused. He stood at the fork in his fate and didn't know which choice to make for a while.

 “Can't figure it out?”

Next to him, Hestia seemed to notice Lorne's confusion. She stretched out her hand to pull him up with a smile, and then dragged him to the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city of Knossos under the night.

Lorne was puzzled and subconsciously wanted to ask why.

 “Hush, don't worry, the time is coming soon, listen carefully, watch carefully...”

Hestia immediately raised her hand to interrupt, her voice was serious and low,

　　Probably affected by this solemnity, Lorne obediently remained silent and followed Hestia's gaze.

 Under the heavy night, the entire city fell into silence like a sleeping baby.

In this dark land, Olympus alone is covered with starlight, and the immortal sacred fire burns quietly in the temple of the gods, showing its immortal splendor and splendor.

only-

This kind of majesty is too far away from mortals;

This kind of sublimity is empty and has nothing;

This kind of power only serves selfish desires and ambitions...

Even though they have entered immortality and glory, it is just the cold and lonely background of the universe, which remains the same for thousands of years.

That's it?

Just when Lorne was a little disappointed, the fiery red sun was rising slowly, and the dim light of the morning pierced the night and spread to the earth.

The city, originally immersed in darkness, woke up from its swaddling clothes like a crying baby.

wisps of smoke rising from the houses, the air is filled with the aroma of food and the noise of children;

The vendors who went out set up their racks, laid out their goods, shouted loudly, and looked forward to today's profits;

Farmers weeding outside the city, sprouting vines one after another, wiping sweat, looking forward to next year's harvest;

 The long sails at the port were blown up, and the fishermen who went out to sea were struggling to cast their fishing nets in the fishing grounds that had returned to calm, eager for the gifts given by the ocean...

The once boring and dead world is now filled with noise and noise.

“Compared to the cold Olympus, I really prefer life here…”

Hestia was lying on the edge of the balcony, holding up her smooth chin, overlooking the pedestrians and neighbors coming and going on the street, with a pure smile on her face.

“Probably, this is why I chose to protect the divine right of my home and become the goddess of the stove.”

As he spoke, a loud cry of a baby came from a delivery room in the city.

“She's given birth! The little one from the Kontanius family next door has given birth! Come on, come with me and have a look, maybe you can get some snacks!”

Hestia refreshed her spirits, immediately called to Lorne, and ran downstairs, eager to share the joy of the birth of her little life.

Along the way, looking at the familiar faces and the happy flow of people gathering towards the delivery room, Lorne gradually raised the corners of his lips as if he was infected.

 The laws of the universe are majestic and magnificent, and the splendor of the gods is dazzling, but in the end these are just cold dead things, boring and useless.

Human life is as fragile as a reed, but it can still fight against the injustice and ruthlessness of the entire world with its enthusiasm for life, and find the fire of laughter in the dark night of suffering.

No matter how powerful the gods are, they are just slaves to fate, but life that is truly worthy of respect should not be like this!

Even if there is no immortality comparable to the gods, no firmness of the ultimate truth, and no power to grasp the origin, life should be unique. There is no fixed number that can arbitrarily determine the direction of life and eliminate all possibilities.

 He is like this, others are like this, and the whole world should be like this.

Whether it is an unblessed anomaly or a mortal as humble as an ant!

 If the gods cannot give this possibility, then I will give it to you myself!

 Give life dignity by enjoying the joy of life, and demonstrate the equality of life by fooling around regardless of high or low!

Hahahahaha, human beings are so short-lived, so fragile, and such inconvenient things, but they have never been imprinted with the story of death and severance. Instead, they carry the love and hope that the gods cannot ask for...

 The outsider, who has always been separated from the world by a layer of membrane, opened the corners of his mouth happily, showing a heartfelt laughter and expressing a heartfelt sigh.

 “How pleasant, praise, this joyful life—!”

Lorn, who was walking forward, took the initiative to grab the hand in front of him. Amid Hestia's joy and astonishment, he laughed and ran towards the new life on the wide road.

 (End of this chapter)

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