Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 254 We in Greece must also have our own sacred humanitarian artifact!

Oh, it’s really troublesome, can’t I have them all?

Eighty-eight pieces, can't I wear them in rotation every day?
Holy Cloth, a man’s wardrobe, why is there only one piece of clothing in the wardrobe?

Hephaestus was a little speechless when he heard Eros' answer.

She hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"You're right, but you should at least pick one for everyday wear, right?"

"Besides, things in this world must be prioritized, and there is a difference between liking something and liking it more, right?"

Eros glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes.

Are you sure you are talking about the holy garment and not something else?

Why do I feel like you are making a sarcastic remark?

"So, you should pick the one you like best."

"But I really don't have a favorite saying like that. I think I like them all."

Eros is still being stubborn and insisting on his basic character of equality and fraternity.

"No, you have to pick one for me today."

"Among so many pieces, which one do you like?!"

Hephaestus slapped the design of the armor in front of him.

"But aren't we talking about the design philosophy and goals of these clothes? Why are you forcing me to choose my favorite one?"

Eros began to talk about other things, trying to change the subject.

"A complete set of things must have a core, right? Knowing the core will allow you to better design and build. Do you understand?"

Hephaestus found an excuse and fooled the person away.

Eros thought about it and felt that what she said made a lot of sense.

"Then let me think about it. I want to make it clear that this is just to cooperate with your creation. It does not represent any other ideas or choices of mine."

I was always a little worried that Hephaestus was hinting at something and was testing me.

After stacking several layers of armor, Eros began to seriously consider which one to choose.

But for a person like him who is philanthropic and equal, passionate and affectionate.

It is really difficult to pick out only one among so many holy garments.

But on second thought, there are thirteen golden sacred cloths in the zodiac.

There are actually fourteen of those thirteen golden armors. Doesn't that seem reasonable?
With his mind open, Eros felt that the problem would naturally be solved.

Whether it is Aquarius, Gemini, or Virgo, none of them should be suitable for you.

Then why not design a holy garment specifically for yourself, outside of the twelve zodiac signs, that is completely to your liking?
This was quite interesting, and Eros instantly became interested.

"Hephaestus, what if I say that we design a core garment for each of the eighty-eight constellations?"

“The design concept is to use the celestial bodies as a circle, and to embellish the 88 constellations and stars.”

"Then add in the elements of mountains, rivers, plants, the sun, the moon, the stars, and a little bit of unique cultural elements."

"How do you feel about writing the epic poem in Greek on the inside of the vestment?"

Greece must also have its own sacred vessel of humanity!
Although it was suspected of plagiarism, Eros thought the idea was good and Hephaestus also agreed.

"Indeed, the stars are divided into eighty-eight constellations. Although there are twelve zodiac signs, there is no one entity that can rule over the stars."

"Since you want to forge this thing with the divinity of the stars, it's okay to list a single core."

No matter what Eros thought, as long as he could pick out the most important one, it would be fine. Eros took out a pen and began to write and draw, racking his brains, preparing to tailor a new holy garment for himself.

First of all, you need wings. Without wings, you won’t be cool at all.

What about the cloak that symbolizes the strong? This is also necessary.

It's just that the two are a bit repetitive, so it would be better to design them so that the cloak and wings can be switched between according to the posture and needs.

Then there is the design of each detail. Since everything is started from scratch, the design speed is a bit slow this time.

Seeing that he couldn't finish the design in a short time, Hephaestus stood up and walked towards Prometheus.

"Prophet Prometheus, are you finally going to finish your busy work?"

She took a cup, filled it for Prometheus, and handed it to him.

Prometheus accepted it politely and nodded slightly.

Her work of observing humans was indeed almost over, but why did Hephaestus know this?
This matter doesn't seem to have much to do with Hephaestus, right?
Her expression changed slightly, and she seemed a little surprised.

Hephaestus sat on the sofa in the hall, drinking a cold drink without any concern.

"The observation reports you submitted every period should have been presented to Mount Olympus."

"What do you think the gods will think of this new human being? Prophet Prometheus."

Hephaestus talked to her about these things as if it were an everyday chat.

Prometheus pondered for a moment, recalling his own thoughts on this generation of humans.

"I feel that although this generation of humans is born weak, their potential and growth potential are far greater than those of previous generations."

"As for other aspects, although they have many shortcomings, such as greed, violence, and excessive desire, they also have many advantages on the contrary."

"Based on my personal observations and evaluations, they are indeed a race with great potential and extraordinary growth potential."

Prometheus received more praise than criticism for the entire human race, after all, part of her hard work was involved.

Watching and observing the entire human race, Prometheus was still very satisfied with these creations.

"Hehe, but have you forgotten the commotion on the surface when Demeter went down to the underworld?"

Hephaestus sneered twice and looked at Prometheus.

"In the midst of famine, humans erupted with a strength that shocked even the gods, and displayed a brutality and barbarity that would shock even the gods."

"Besides, because of the legacy of this power, humans don't have that much reverence for the gods, right?"

When you have power, you won't have too much reverence for God.

Only the weak will place their fate in the hands of God.

In particular, humans are reproducing and occupying the entire land rapidly at an extremely efficient speed.

The savagery and brutality of the fight that broke out between them was beyond even the imagination of the gods.

Hephaestus' words revealed some information that Prometheus had to pay attention to.

It seems that not all gods on Mount Olympus are satisfied with this generation of humans.

Some old people from the previous dynasty still miss the golden age under Kronos' rule.

I miss the peaceful and perfect golden humans, the era of harmony between humans and gods.

And these voices will naturally affect the following issues.

Prometheus opened her eyes, her expression somewhat solemn.

　I have difficulty making choices, so I'll just give a brief summary.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)