Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 512 I Don’t Want to Be a Grandfather

Perseus, with a confused look on his face, was caught by Cecrops and started training.

The first item is the simplest and most brutal physical training, running around the Holy Land Ear a thousand laps.

Moreover, Eros was very considerate and sealed Perseus's microcosm, allowing him to exercise purely with his legs.

This thoughtful gesture made Astraea speechless.

"He is your child after all, he shouldn't be like this, right?"

In her opinion, Eros was just looking for trouble, picking on Perseus and finding excuses to punish him on purpose.

"Heh, just because he's my child, he needs to work twice as hard. When I was his age, I already sailed across the seven seas."

"He can't even wear a silver armor. How can he do that without double the training?"

Eros said with certainty.

"It's obvious that he doesn't train seriously. I have to teach him a lesson."

"That doesn't mean his strength has been sealed, right? How can he finish the race with just a pair of legs and flesh and blood?"

The holy land is like a chain of mountains. Running around the entire holy land a thousand times is a huge challenge even with the support of a small universe, let alone a flesh and blood body.

Astraea was a little indignant. She was worried that Eros was just trying to stir up trouble and make things difficult for Perseus for no reason.

"Ha, then what do you think is the most important thing about the power of the microcosm?"

"Talent? Skill? Wisdom? Or something else?"

This question made Astraea fall into deep thought, and after thinking for a while, she gave her own answer.

"It should be talent, right? After all, many people can't even achieve the initial awakening of their microcosm."

As the Pope of the Sanctuary, Astraea has seen too many people who wanted to enter the Sanctuary and become Saints but were not qualified.

In comparison, she, who was born with the Libra Cloth, and Perseus, who was designated to be given the Perseus Cloth, are both gifted people.

"You are right, talent is indeed important."

Eros did not reject her answer, but simply nodded and spoke.

"But talent is not the most important thing. What really determines the power of the microcosm is will."

"The will to burn everything you have, your life, destiny, soul, and even hope, is the real factor that determines your microcosm."

A miniature galaxy universe appeared in his hand, and then ignited in the next moment, bursting out with even more powerful force.

The microcosm is the power manifested by the soul. Burning the microcosm also means burning one's own soul.

"Astraea, if you don't have a strong enough fighting spirit, you might even lose to a bronze Saint."

After all, he is one of the five bronze warriors, but as long as the will to fight does not die, he will never fall.

Although she was somewhat dissatisfied, Astraea did not refute Eros' words.

She didn't think that she, who was wearing the most lethal golden armor and was the god of justice and stars, would lose to a mere bronze.

But Eros is the main god, so Astraea naturally has to take his words seriously.

"So you intend to cultivate Perseus's perseverance and will? That's why you deliberately sealed off his microcosm?"

Following the two people's line of sight, one can see Perseus running around the mountain at the edge of the sanctuary.

Although he was puzzled and bewildered, he did not show any dissatisfaction with Eros's orders, but obeyed them obediently.

"That's probably half the reason. After all, it's impossible for the microcosm to be completely sealed off."

"When his body can no longer hold on, his will will lead him to break through the obstacles and gain strength." Eros curled his lips, but Astraea continued to ask.

"What about the other half of the reason?"

"Another reason? Of course it's to kill his energy. How can a boy who is in adolescence not use up his excessive energy?"

"Don't be fooled by his honest appearance. The more introverted a boy is, the more pent-up energy he has inside, and the more likely he is to get into trouble."

Eros snorted twice and said very confidently.

"Besides, he is my child after all. He inherited some of my charm. He may look silly, but some people are attracted to him."

"If I don't use up his energy, what will I do if I have a grandson at a young age?"

After hearing what Eros said, Astraea's pretty face beneath the mask revealed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"actually."

Before she could finish her words, Perseus, who was running continuously, seemed to have finally reached his limit. He failed to catch up with Cecrops and fell to the ground.

His feet were worn out, his thighs were swollen, and he lay on the ground gasping for breath.

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Without the support of the microcosm, it would be too difficult for a flesh and blood body to keep up with Cecrops' speed.

Even for demigods, flesh and blood bodies have their limits, and Perseus has obviously reached that limit.

He needs rest, or treatment, before he can keep running.

Cecrops stopped and was about to treat Perseus and urge him to continue, but Eros stopped him with a message.

"No need for treatment, just urge him to get up and keep running."

As long as a person is not dead and still has life, he can continue to burn.

Even the microcosm has not broken through the seal, which means that Perseus has not reached the critical point yet.

As Cecrops had also been educated in this way by Eros, he carried out Eros' orders very faithfully.

She forcibly pulled Perseus up from the ground again, and used various methods to force him to run several laps, leaving bloody footprints on the sanctuary.

This inhumane training method made Astraea frown. If Eros had not been here, she would have stopped this behavior long ago.

What’s the difference between this and torture like punishment?
"If you don't stop, Perseus will probably be killed by you!"

After who knows how many rounds, looking at Perseus who was already a bloody mess, Astraea finally couldn't help but speak up to dissuade him.

Even Cecrops flew back and asked Eros if he wanted to continue.

And Eros was also quite strange at this time.

"Eh? How come it has come to this point, and his little universe hasn't ignited and broken through the seal yet?"

"I clearly remember that it was quite simple. It only took a little effort to light it."

After all, Eros was like this before. When he got emotional, his little universe would naturally explode.

Why can't Perseus do it?
Astraea on the side rolled her eyes, gaining a new understanding of how unreliable Eros was.

Then she prepared to rescue Perseus so that he would not really become disabled.

"Hmm... maybe he might be lacking a little motivation?"

Cecrops thought for a moment and said.

At this time, Perseus, who had been running non-stop, was finally noticed by others.

(End of this chapter)