Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 439 Let me check your education

"It's just a name. The name Baal isn't very nice either."

"Why don't you let me give you a better and more appropriate name."

Astarte chuckled, unfazed by Eros' suggestion.

She was not interested in going through so much trouble and doing so many things just for an ornament on the crown.

Besides, Astarte had already obtained this honorable title and status.

How could she have the energy to do anything now, in a world even smaller than Mesopotamia?

Although his words sounded like he was discussing with Eros, his tone was quite firm, and he showed no intention of changing his mind.

After all, in her eyes, the person in front of her had no place to go and no right to choose, he was just an object.

How can objects have their own ideas? Just place them according to the owner's ideas.

“The world is not that good, but it is not that bad either.”

Facing Astarte, who was very self-centered and did not regard him as an equal at all, Eros just said this very calmly.

"If you ask me if I want to fight for this world, I won't deny it. No one would refuse such a temptation."

"But I want to correct one thing. The one who really benefits from this is not me, but you, the goddess."

"Oh?"

Astarte became interested, his eyes slightly widened, revealing a playful expression.

She wanted to see what Eros would say to convince her to help him achieve his wish.

If it really makes sense and makes her heart beat, it's not impossible for her to help him give it a try.

"Because this name is a crown, a crown that can make me more dazzling."

Eros uttered these words softly, looking directly at Astarte.

"Perhaps this crown may seem a little shabby to you, the goddess, but for me, it is enough decoration."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Astarte said with a scornful laugh.

"Because the more luxurious my decorations are, the better your face will look, right?"

Eros said with a chuckle, his words hitting the nail on the head for Astarte.

"After all, you see, if I am just a vase, then to you, the goddess, I am just a flashy, even gaudy, ornament."

"But if I had some new titles, such as Baal Hadad, the chief god of Canaan, or the king of gods, wouldn't it be more low-key, luxurious and meaningful?"

"Isn't it more pleasing to the eyes when I sit next to you, the goddess?"

Just like coal bosses look for young models, they also like to look for those with high academic qualifications. These qualities and identities are all plus points.

Especially when one can rely on power or wealth to force the other party to greet him with a smile.

The sense of satisfaction will reach its peak and make people more happy than simply touching or hugging.

There is no doubt that Astarti is now such a powerful and wealthy coal boss.

And Eros is now the male model she has her eyes on, but the question is whether she has the need and the mind to improve the abilities of this male model.

The real coal bosses are always domineering. Those who are not domineering enough cannot be called coal bosses.

Astarte's eyes suddenly lit up, and she was moved by Eros' words.

If she trains the beautiful boy in front of her into a god-king, and then makes him her partner, wouldn't it make her appear even more powerful?
Although he was not particularly concerned about the position of the God-King of Canaan, this proposal was indeed very tempting.

Astarte was a little shaken, but she frowned in distress, quite tangled. "You are giving me a hard time, you guy."

"Is this difficult for the goddess?"

Eros smiled faintly.

"I have heard of your former fame, goddess. You killed people from heaven to underworld. Even the Supreme God Anu had to give you face."

"In a small world like Canaan, is there anything that you, the goddess, cannot do?"

Being flattered by Eros, Astarte subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, but then his face fell as if he had thought of something.

"Are you someone I used to know? Are you here to set a trap for me and cause me trouble?"

She looked at Eros strangely for a few times, then spoke.

"But among the people I know, there is no one as weak and good-looking as you, so it shouldn't be."

Eros remained unmoved and just kept smiling.

He is now of pure Greek descent. How could Astarte, who was born in Mesopotamia, know him?

Astarte himself did not believe such a thing, he just complained casually.

"The position of Baal Hadad is a hot potato, and I don't really want to get involved."

Looking at Eros, Astarte couldn't help but have some other thoughts in his mind.

"How about I take you to another small world? It's the same to be a god king somewhere else~"

There are many small worlds derived from Mesopotamia. Although they are not large, there are still many small worlds like Canaan.

But what she said actually aroused the curiosity of Eros and the inquisitiveness of Metis.

"Is there anything special about this world?"

Hearing Eros ask this, Astarte glanced at him and thought for a moment.

Anyway, Eros is in the palm of my hand, everything is under my control, there are some things that it doesn't matter even if I tell him.

With this in mind, Astarte began to explain Eros a little.

"Hmph, do you think that a supreme God King would be so kind as to divide his authority and give others the same status as himself?"

"Although Enki looks good-tempered, he is not a good person."

Thinking of An, the supreme god of Mesopotamia, Astarte seemed to have a bad expression on his face.

"Baal's position is full of pitfalls. It's a big pit. Except for the two guys born in this Canaan world, anyone else who gets involved will end up badly."

"Could it be that if I become Baal, I will be devoured by this Lord God and become a part of Him?"

Eros used the most common thinking to guess.

Astarte shook his head and denied his guess.

"That's not the case. There's no point in doing this."

"The problem is that this world is designed to take the place of pits. Not only does it face threats from other worlds, but also threats from Chaos."

She pointed to the sky above her head, and her expression revealed a rare bit of respect.

"Our mother and father are not dead yet, they have just been banished into the chaos and will come back at any time."

"Enki is too weak, so weak that he may not even be able to face our mother, so he needs someone who can face this situation."

　Including the extra chapters I wrote, I have read 10,000 pages today.

　　
　
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