Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 378 It’s really nice to be a charlatan and fool people
Late at night, Acrisius sat alone on the throne.

The dim candlelight was reflected in the gems on the crown, and the clothes and jewels on the body were so heavy that the hem of the clothes was lifted to the ground.

It seems that only by bearing such a weight can he actually feel the power and weight he holds.

At this moment, under the brilliance of gold and jewels, Acrisius was concentrating on looking at the few fragments of pages in his hands.

His eyes were more serious than ever, greedily imprinting every word in his mind.

He is now over forty years old, and even with his strong body as a demigod, he has begun to feel the aging process.

Although he possesses strength that ordinary people do not have and can tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands, his lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people.

As he grew older and felt more and more powerless, he always thought of Inakos in his dreams at midnight.

So old, so weak, lying lifelessly on the throne, he could only wait for death to come.

So he united the rulers of many surrounding city-states and attacked Sisyphus, the king of Corinth.

Sisyphus obtained the precious secret scripture from the ancestor of mankind who ascended to heaven and became a god.

Those who knew about this believed that what Sisyphus had obtained was the secret of how the ancestor of mankind could become a god and enjoy immortality.

The fragment in his hand was a part of the secret scripture.

After getting it, Acrisius studied it day and night, trying to get some glimpse of its true meaning.

Although he had made some progress in the realm of strength, he had no idea how to become a god.

This made Acrisius suspect that the pages he had snatched might not be specialized in the right direction.

He doubted his talent and that he had not obtained the key content, but he never considered that there might not be anything he wanted on it.

Just when he was reading by lamplight for who knows how many times, trying to dig out the secret of immortality, the candlelight suddenly flickered and went out.

The light in the originally dim hall suddenly became much brighter.

However, this brightness was not due to the strong candlelight, but because a figure radiating light in every sense appeared in the hall.

A handsome young man who seemed familiar was sitting there at some point. Under his light, even gold seemed dim.

"Achrisius, you are in trouble."

The young man in front of him said it lightly with a relaxed look.

"You are."

Acrisius frowned, his mind seemed to sink into a quagmire at this moment.

There is no way I can't remember the face in front of me, but the memory is about to come out, but I can't get out of it like I'm stuck in a quagmire.

"That's not important. What's important is you, Acrisius. Do you think that if you tamper with the prophecy, it won't come true?"

The young man smiled slightly and announced the oracle to him lightly.

"Your prophecy has already begun. Start your struggle and efforts. Although you cannot resist this predetermined fate no matter what."

"But at least you can make this scene more exciting, right?"

The boy's smile vanished like a phantom, and Acrisius suddenly woke up from his throne, breathing rapidly.

I don't know when the torn page fell from my hand, the candlelight was still burning lukewarmly, and the room was still dim.

Is it a dream?

Acrisius wiped the sweat from his forehead, recalled everything in his dream, his face suddenly changed color, and stood up from the throne. Without calling any guards, he left the palace alone in the night and came to the high tower.

This tower has no stairs or climbing paths, and only people like him can climb up.

Climbing up the tower through the reserved window, Acrisius looked at the blonde girl sitting next to the couch.

His once beloved daughter, Danaë, also prophesied that the child she would give birth to would overthrow him.

"Father? Why are you here?"

Danaë was leaning lightly on the velvet couch, wearing a white nightgown, with her soft golden hair hanging down to the ground.

The room on top of the tower was built very luxuriously, and Acrisius compensated him with countless gold and silver.

Almost all accessories and objects are made of precious metals and craftsmen, showing the taste of power.

Among these piles of gold and jewels, Danae was like the most beautiful flower in the bush.

Her skin was as white as the purest pearls on the seashore, her long, fine hair shone like gold, and her eyes were like a pair of black gems.

Whenever Acrisius saw his beautiful daughter, he could not help but sigh with regret.

She is so lovable and is the daughter that every father would love.

But it was from the mouth of such a lovable daughter that the prophecy was made that her child would overthrow her father in the future.

Acrisius is not a heartless and ungrateful person, but when power is in one's hands, who can give it up?
Looking at Danaë in front of him, Acrisius calmed his turbulent emotions and anxiety and tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"Nothing, I just came to see how you were doing."

As he spoke, he paced around the room, his eyes sweeping across all the directions where people might be hiding.

His spiritual sense swept through the entire room in an instant, making sure that no other life had sneaked in.

"Father, I haven't seen anyone except you in these years. Do you still need to worry about me?"

Danae's pretty face was full of innocence, as if she was a long-haired princess imprisoned in a high tower, knowing nothing about the outside world.

Her expression made Acrisius feel a little guilty.

Danaë didn't even know that the prophecy had been tampered with and she herself had become the disaster that was rumored to destroy the country.

She naively thought that her father locked her up in this high tower only out of love and helplessness.

But the guilt only flashed across his mind, and Acrisius still asked with some concern.

"Just checking in. Has anything strange happened recently?"

The nightmare just now, no, it should be said that it was a sign from God.

Acrisius knew clearly that it was definitely not a nightmare he had out of fear, but a sign from God.

This forced him to be extra careful and cautious, and he even considered at this moment whether he should put an end to the trouble once and for all.

Although this thought only lasted for a moment, Danae captured the ruthlessness of that moment.

But she still looked calm and unconcerned, ignoring the figure who had been sitting in front of Acrisius, and spoke naturally.

"Strange things? I did have some dreams recently, but I can't remember them when I wake up."

　When you are fooled by a charlatan - the riddle master deserves to die!
　　When the charlatan deceived people, he believed it! He actually believed it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)