Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 233 I Like You Like This

When Eros opened his eyes, he saw Hera, which was a bit too shocking for him.

I even had the illusion that "Is Hera waiting for me here?"

But it was only a moment, and Eros immediately remembered that he was in Io's body.

No matter what, Hera shouldn't know about this.

"Hmm? Eros? Are you okay?"

Feeling the familiar sense of entering, Io, who was in trouble, was initially delighted.

But she felt some panic coming from Eros, and immediately asked with concern.

"It's okay, just a little surprised."

From the corner of Io's eye, Eros looked at Hera, who was looming in the sky and hiding in the clouds.

She was there, but Io must have been oblivious to her, still caught up in the tidal wave of insects.

Io used the magic she learned from Eros and the power of the microcosm with difficulty to kill the gadflies that pounced on her.

She could still hold on, but facing the endless tide of insects like the sea, she didn't know how long she could hold on.

And Hera still sat firmly on the clouds, seemingly watching Io being bitten by these gadflies quietly.

What a nasty woman.

Eros no longer paid attention to Hera, because she would never take action against mortals personally anyway.

Except Eros.

"You've been caught up? How is it? Can you still hold on?"

Eros looked at the calf-sized insects around him and felt a chill in his heart.

Eros can appreciate insects, whether they are stag beetles or spiders, centipedes and scorpions of arthropods, they all have a special beauty.

But if you say that flies, mosquitoes and cockroaches are also pretty, Eros would never agree.

He would even rather the swarm of insects were densely packed centipedes or spiders rather than densely packed gadflies that looked like flies.

The former is intensive phobia, and the latter is pure disgust.

"good."

Io was panting, and she waved her hand to smite the gadfly that rushed towards her, then she fought back and answered with all her might.

"I can still hold on. These things won't kill me."

Eros could see the force in her words at a glance.

He could spy on Io's physical condition through the microcosm, so he naturally knew whether she could hold on.

"It seems you have grown a lot."

Eros was somewhat relieved.

Without crying, begging or giving up, Io was able to maintain hope in the face of such a desperate predicament.

This made Eros very happy. Seeing the firm and resolute expression on Io's still somewhat immature face, he was very satisfied.

This is what cultivation is!
What's the point of raising a delicate vase? Io has better potential.

Eros only needs to sow and fertilize her and she will grow quickly.

With excellent talent and potential, as well as a will tempered by suffering, she has gradually become somewhat mature.

“Have I grown?”

Io pondered over Eros' words with complicated thoughts, and looked up at the endless swarm of insects in front of her.

Although she knew that her strength was not enough and the predicament before her was a hopeless situation, Io did not despair at all.

Because many people are optimistic about her, and there are various prophecies indicating that she will not die here.

She was full of hope.

Under her tenacious will and hope, her small universe, which was close to exhaustion, could always burn out new power to support her. This was the power of idealism, a power that would never be exhausted as long as she had the will to continue fighting.

"You are tired, Io. Your spirit is exhausted."

Eros pointed out Io's problem in one sentence.

Physical fatigue can be alleviated by nourishing it with strength, and strength can be infinitely transformed from will, but mental fatigue cannot.

In any case, Io was too young and had never experienced any real combat.

She had been facing the swarm of insects for a whole day and night, and was now exhausted.

"No, I don't need it!"

Io gritted her teeth. She wanted to prove that she was no longer the one who needed Eros' care.

"Don't worry, this is just a belated practical teaching."

Eros's microcosm instantly enveloped Io like a stream of water and took over her body.

"You use your strength too roughly and waste too much. Let me teach you in practice."

Having taken over Io's body, this was the first time Eros took over her body in human form.

But her figure is still relatively young, so she doesn't feel any burden.

He tried to clench his fist, but Io's microcosmic power was indeed too weak compared to Eros' own.

But it's not a big problem, Eros has the complete realm and the seventh sense to make up for it in the microcosm realm.

Here I need to explain something. The strength of the microcosm is related to the realm, but it is not entirely dependent on the realm.

The basic seventh sense is the level of a normal Saint Seiya. A Saint Seiya who can possess the eighth sense or the so-called ninth sense is of course stronger.

But it doesn't make sense that the seventh sense is inferior to the eighth sense.

Haven’t you seen that the four bronze warriors all have seven senses, and they rely on the explosive and infinite burning of their small universe to break through in the battle, and they can even defeat Saturn.

It also contains the will of the gods, which has nothing to do with the realm of feeling, but can still be suppressed purely by scale.

This is too far-fetched. Although Io's microcosm is not large enough, it is still sufficient for the situation at hand.

Just as Eros was getting familiar with this body, several gadflies flapped their wings and rushed in front of him.

They opened their ferocious mouthparts as if they wanted to suck all the blood out of Io's body.

Eros felt a visual shock from these disgusting bugs, so he exhaled and restrained them with the power of his microcosm.

The extremely low-density gas condensed together and turned into the simplest weapon.

Although he is used to using his fists, it doesn't mean that Eros doesn't know how to use weapons.

When dealing with these kinds of miscellaneous soldiers, swinging a weapon is much less tiring than using fists.

Of course, the main thing is that Eros feels it will be a bit dirty and wants to make it as clean as possible.

The blade in his hand flashed like an arc of light, and Eros swam among the insect swarms, tearing the tide apart with ease.

Look carefully! He is not the only one who can make miracles happen with great force!

What do you mean the whale system can only do basic attacks? That’s a complete misunderstanding!
Eros used the most direct method to personally teach Io how to fight, how to use every bit of strength to the fullest, and how to dodge and counterattack skillfully.

Being a reckless man is good, but that is based on the premise of having sufficient power, which is not suitable for Io.

In the air, from Hera's perspective.

Io, who was originally forced to move with difficulty by the swarm of insects, suddenly seemed like a different person.

He took light steps and swayed and jumped among the insect swarm, showing no sign of difficulty at all.

Does this guy have a split personality?

　Eros, wearing the skin of Io, then appeared in front of Hera, joy!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)