Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 448 Astarte, please help me!
Filters are really amazing things.

Good people can see the beautiful world through the filter, while bad people can see the cruel hell through the filter.

Those who love others can see a bright and beautiful image through the filter, while those who hate others can see an ugly and evil figure through the filter.

Even with such obvious doubts, Astarte completely ignored these problems under the effect of the filter.

Instead, it was she herself who began to create a whole new set of logical circuits for Eros out of nothing.

Although it was a bit far-fetched, Astarte saw nothing wrong with it, as her little Pearl had some brains, but not much.

How could someone commit such slander and deliberately seek to seize the meaningless name of Baal?

Isn't it better to lick her, the mistress of the sky in Mesopotamia, than to be a bird god king in a small place like Canaan?
Therefore, Astarte not only did not have the slightest doubt, but her trust in Eros went even higher.

After all this, it became clear why Eros came to her in the first place.

Now that Yam has targeted him, Eros really needs a sense of security.

And in the whole of Canaan, except Astarte, is there anyone else who can give Eros enough sense of security?

No!

Once again, she pressed Eros' head against the cliffs of her two rivers. At this time, Astarte showed her love without any hesitation.

She has a very strong personality. The weaker Eros appears, the more she likes him.

I like being dominated by her and obeying her orders.

"It's okay. Yam won't dare to attack you again. As long as you behave yourself, I will definitely protect you."

"My little Pearl, you are so pretty, it's normal for people outside to covet you, as long as you stay here obediently, nothing will happen to you."

Seeing that Astarte was taking the opportunity to try to control himself, Eros finally spoke.

There was a hint of disappointment and a hint of pain in his eyes as he spoke.

"Astarte, is that what you just thought?"

"Do you just think that I seek your protection out of fear?"

This unexpected scene made Astarte stop and look at Eros.

"What I said before is still sincere."

Eros's expression was serious and earnest, which made Astarte subconsciously take it more seriously as well.

He continued, grabbing Astarte's hands and turning around to face her.

"I believe in your strength, but I cannot believe in my own strength."

"Although I can be safe under your protection, there comes a time when even a bird in a cage wants to spread its wings and fly high."

"Astarte, do you understand the powerlessness of the weak?"

Astarte shook her head subconsciously. She was born into a noble family, and in most cases, she was the one bullying others, and was rarely bullied.

"I understand! If I don't have enough power, I will live in a world of panic and anxiety all day long."

"Others hold swords and are threatening me, but I have no sword in my hands. You are the only one I can rely on."

Eros held Astarte's hand and transferred his own warmth to her, making Astarte a little dazed.

She felt something was not right and wanted to retort, but was silenced by Eros' burning gaze.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I have to worry about your absence."

"What if you are away for something and Yam comes? You can't be with me all the time."

Astarte continued to remain silent. After all, she did have to go out sometimes to check on Canaan to avoid any problems. Eros's worries were not entirely unreasonable, but the possibility was very low.

Seeing that Astarte seemed somewhat hesitant, Eros continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"And you said you would take me to Mesopotamia, but there is An in Mesopotamia, as well as Enki and Enlil. What if they are not happy with me?"

In Canaan, Astarte can be said to be unruly and has no one to rule over him.

But in Mesopotamia, although she was the top leader, there were still a few people above her.

Astarte felt that what Eros said made more and more sense, and being unable to refute it, she remained silent.

And Eros stopped talking and just sighed.

“So at the beginning, I wanted to change myself and prove that even if I was just a vase goddess, I had the ability to reach the top.”

"Do the gods really have to be ranked according to the divinity they are born with? Does the goddess of beauty have to be a vase?"

"Why can't I be the seat of Baal?"

"Is it this name or status that I need?"

Eros asked back, and every word pierced Astarte's heart.

She couldn't help but agree with Eros' words. After all, she was also a goddess of beauty who should be regarded as a vase.

"I just want to prove that I am no worse than them, and then step by step, become the strongest!"

"Because only when you have the power, you will feel at peace from the bottom of your heart."

While outputting his own dominance and desires, Eros even brought a little bit of his own characteristics as a person with a strong magnetic field.

Although this kind of tyranny is not the type that Astarte would like.

But just now, those words had already made Astarte regard Eros as someone similar to himself.

She even subconsciously put Eros' situation into her own experience, which caused her to resonate deeply with it, and she couldn't help but speak.

"So, you still want to be Baal?"

"of course."

Eros answered decisively, looking directly at Astarte without any guilt.

"I want to be strong, so I want to become Baal."

Simple and straightforward words reveal the most concise thoughts and wishes.

Astarte's mind was a little dizzy, and she even forgot what she came here for in the first place.

But what Eros said made a lot of sense and made her feel the same way.

But she still remained hesitant and asked.

"But, can you really do it?"

Although Astarte is strong, if it was Astarte herself who cleared all obstacles throughout the process, then why should Eros be the King of Gods?

Ultimately, you have to rely on your own strength to speak, not on who has more support.

Finally getting Astarte to give in, Eros smiled with a hint of confidence.

"If you don't even believe in yourself, you can't do anything."

"Astarte, please help me. It doesn't matter whether I succeed or not. All I want is the process."

　Another month has passed, and it's almost the end of the year.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)