Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 240: Sensory stimulation that directly hits the cerebral cortex
While Io was discussing with Eros in her heart what to do, another voice interrupted.

The encrypted microcosmic channel between the two was seamlessly connected by Zeus.

"If you think it's so troublesome, why not let me help you."

Her vast and infinite microcosm enveloped Io and Eros, which, in contrast, were like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

In the infinite universe that was constantly burning and expanding, Zeus, whose hair spread like sparks throughout the universe, held the two in his hands.

Zeus's simple action deeply hurt Io's heart.

She knew how weak she was and how powerful her enemy was, but she did feel a little frustrated in the face of the huge difference in the scale of the microcosm.

But this undoubtedly increased Io's trust in Zeus's words just now, and she subconsciously began to doubt herself.

"This matter is not troublesome. It will be no problem even if I bring you here in an instant, Eros."

"But Hera should still be watching this place secretly. It would be inconvenient for you to come in person, right?"

Zeus and Eros knew Hera very well.

Although he had been persuaded by Zeus to let Io go.

But according to her style, she is probably still watching secretly to prevent anything from happening between Zeus and Io at the last moment.

When it comes to Hera, Eros can't help but complain.

"So much time has passed, and you haven't been able to calm her down a bit?"

"I can't do anything about this. It's very difficult~"

Zeus spread his hands and said so.

"After all, it's you who did this. Even if she calms down, she'll still fight you to the death, okay?"

Eros was a little dissatisfied with this.

Putting aside the facts, even if Eros has 99% problems, don't you, Zeus, and Hera have 1% problems?

Just kidding, Eros knew it, that's why he avoided Hera so much.

On the one hand, I can't beat him, and on the other hand, I would feel embarrassed even if I could beat him, so I can only hide for now.

"So what should we do? Stop hiding it."

Eros urged Zeus, the riddle-maker, to speak more simply and directly.

"tsk"

"Don't you know your own power?"

Zeus, infinitely vast yet incredibly small, stretched out his hand toward Eros.

"Your little universe is both powerful and weak. It comes from the smallest matter in the world, yet it can form everything."

"As long as you have enough strength, you can now create a body within Io that is strong enough for you to exert yourself and sow seeds for her."

This can be considered a small application, allowing Eros to gradually transform into an existence above humans.

A true God is never bound by any material thing. Planting seeds in Io's body to make her pregnant sounds very abstract.

But for God, it is not a difficult task.

In a sense, it is similar to spiritual communication, influencing the body through the spirit.

In the outside world, Zeus did reach out his hand to Io, but he just touched Io's forehead and then withdrew his hand.

"Well, head south, and on the banks of the Nile, you will reach another world that will accept you."

With this light touch, she gave Io and Eros enough strength to support them in a spiritual communication.

In traditional art, Zeus provides divinity and power, Eros does the work, and Io carries the burden.

In short, even if this child turns around and calls Zeus father god or mother goddess, there will be no problem at all.

After taking this last step, Zeus looked towards the invisible barrier of the world.

He gave a provocative look and turned away. The shining sacred mountain that appeared in the clouds also disappeared.

All the troublemakers had left. What remained was the details and finishing touches between Io and Eros.

On the surface, Io was standing there in a daze.

In fact, deep in her soul, an intense fusion was taking place, a communication between spirits that had no physical limitations.

Therefore, the way and expression of communication are more abstract and unrealistic.

Sometimes Io transformed into an infinitely large form and swallowed Eros completely, wrapping Eros with herself.

Sometimes it was Eros that continued to grow, bursting and tearing Io apart, just as the giant in the myth tore apart the Chaos Egg and absorbed her into his body.

It was as if the hermaphrodite of primordial chaos was reenacted, transforming into a pair of snakes consisting of a male and a female body bound together, connected head to tail, and devouring each other.

Until the two souls could no longer be separated, they merged into one, presenting a body with two sides.

The wind and water that came out of the two people's mouths blended together and gradually turned into an egg containing golden light.

This very abstract, yet strangely satisfying spiritual and physical fusion finally came to an end.

Although it is not as erotic as the entanglement between bodies, it has its own unique features.

If I had to make an analogy, it would be like opening up Eros' spine and stimulating the sensitive nerves inside with electricity.

This reminded Eros of the excitement of directly connecting to a brain-computer interface in some science fiction works.

No wonder he was vulnerable in front of Zeus. How could Eros be able to contend with Zeus who mastered such skills?

Eros realized that he also needed to learn the technique of synchronizing between spirituality and matter in order to improve himself.

After completing the sowing, there was not much power left of Zeus, and Eros could no longer do anything.

"That's all I can do, Io."

Eros said his final farewell to Io, and he always felt that he might have been a bit too bad.

The child had just been born and he was separated from his parents without even a parent to accompany him.

"But don't be too sad, we will see each other again."

It may take a longer time, but maybe not that long.

In short, the Aesenian world is just in Zeus's pocket, and he will take it sooner or later.

"Why should I be sad?"

Io had a resolute expression as she looked into the depths of the vast yellow sand, and then her expression softened.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to be a good mother."

Eros felt really guilty for saying this.

You have to know that Io looks like a petite little girl, and it is really hard to bear to see her suddenly reveal the feeling of a mother.

"Ahem, compared to Him, I am still more worried about you."

Eros coughed dryly.

"But there's no need to worry too much about you. After all, I believe in you now."

After going through so much suffering and going through so many processes, Io is no longer the fragile girl she used to be.

"Well, of course."

Io didn't say anything more. She packed up and walked towards the depths of the yellow sand.

Eros quietly accompanied her on this last journey, until the connection between their microcosms was completely severed.

　I remember when I was reading a book before, one of the female characters was half mechanical cyborg and the male protagonist was half insect cyborg.

　　Then when doing it, the hero used his own nerve tentacles to directly tear open the heroine's spine, connect to her electronic nerves, and then discharge.

　　This way of playing really shocked me. If I write science fiction in the future, I must learn something about this aspect. It has such a sci-fi romantic feel.

　　The multiple connections between the body and the nervous system are exciting to think about.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)