Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 75 The Debt King Form of All Human Power

In the lightless and silent abyss, there is only the vast and endless water surface.

Hera's eyes were dazed and she was swaying completely with the rhythm, as if she had lost her soul.

Betrayal. More than just a simple touch or physical contact.

Her entire body, from the inside out, even the interior of her body, was wantonly smeared by another person and branded with his scent.

The deep inside of my body was stirred, leaving no trace of purity.

This was a betrayal that even she could not forgive herself.

Immersed in this gloomy mood, Hera even seemed a little indifferent to the outside world's reactions.

This cannot continue.

Eros stopped moving and frowned.

What he wants is more fun, more excitement, not just possession.

In this state, Hera cannot meet his needs.

After thinking for a while in his mind, Eros whispered in Hera's ear.

"Don't feel guilty. The one here is not Hera, the Queen of Heaven, but Hebe, the goddess of youth, isn't she?"

Hera's eyes regained some spirit, and Eros continued to chase.

"In this abyss, no matter what happened, no one will know."

"And you don't have to care about your identity. As long as you are Heber in our eyes, isn't that enough?"

"I am Heber?"

"That's right, so there's no need to think about betrayal."

Eros smiled as he felt his legs gradually tightening around his waist.

"You just need to enjoy the present, and then after it's over, continue to hate and take revenge on me."

"Think about it from another angle. Even if it doesn't happen, sooner or later you will see me and Zeus lying on the same bed. Would you feel better about that scene?"

Hera suddenly came to her senses and bit Eros' shoulder without thinking.

The pain in his shoulder made Eros laugh heartily.

"That's right. Experience it well. Just think of it as giving your dear Zeus a taste of it first!"

Eros started the action again, and this time Hera responded subconsciously.

In order to resist her body's instinctive reaction, she could only bite Eros tightly, making only a few humming sounds from her nose.

The harder Eros bit, the harder she bit, and trickles of blood kept dripping.

The rusty smell of blood allowed Hera to maintain her precious sanity and self-esteem, preventing her from completely sinking into it.

This is what makes it interesting. This is what makes it interesting!

If we just sink into it like this, how can there be more interesting and enjoyable things?

Eros's microcosm continued to expand, and even ignited along with this passion.

"Burn, little universe!"

"No! I will do that! Ugh!"

At the moment when the microcosm expanded to the extreme, Hera used all her strength, as if she wanted to crush Eros in her arms, and let out a miserable cry.

Although Eros' body was bound in the broad bosom of the Queen of Heaven, his spirit had already spread along the expanding microcosm.

Flying out of Tartarus, crossing the five Styx rivers, rushing straight out of the underworld, echoing with the small universe hidden in the bodies of countless humans on the earth. At this moment, the new humans who had just been born on the earth were still ignorant and exploring the weak humans of this world.

They were all stunned. They felt as if their spirits were connected with those of the others for an instant, but the feeling quickly dissipated.

They looked at each other, and apart from feeling that they were still as close as before, they had no other feeling.

And at this moment, we resonate with these thousands and millions of small universes and draw on their power.

Eros burned the microcosm to the limit, and finally in this short period of burning, he reached the realm of Alaya-vijnana.

At this moment, he was connected to the microcosm of millions of new humans, and even his spirit and thoughts were integrated into it.

This is the Alaya consciousness. The "I" is no longer "I", no longer an individual self, but the fundamental consciousness of all living beings.

Death is only a term for individuals, but Eros is not an individual at this time.

How could such a realm and such power be trapped by the abyss of death?
The burning power of the microcosm emanated from their bodies, enveloping Eros and Hera like a burning sun.

When his consciousness returned to his body, Eros opened his eyes, calmly broke free from Hera's arms and stood up.

His expression was like that of a wise man who had seen through everything in the world, or like that of a monk who had been meditating for a hundred years.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now we can leave here."

Walking barefoot on the deep water, Eros spoke calmly to Hera.

This strange feeling made Hera a little overwhelmed, and she just hummed blankly.

Eros suddenly changed from the violent man he was just now to a completely different person, which made her even a little confused.

And what he said was also very strange. What does "thank you for your hard work" mean?
And even though the expression and feeling have changed, why not add an extra set of clothes?
Hera covered herself with the remaining cloth, turned her head away and tried not to look at Eros' body.

But Eros reached out and picked her up, forcing her to once again stick close to the guy she hated.

But Eros didn't look away and his hands were very honest, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

By activating the power of the microcosm, Eros easily ignored the bottomless gravity of Tartarus and flew up.

The lightless abyss was also illuminated by the light of the power of the microcosm, and the iron rule that could not be left was forcibly crossed.

At the bottom of the underworld, above Tartarus, there are three hundred-armed giants guarding three layers of iron walls.

They were soundly sleeping when they were suddenly awakened by a loud explosion.

When they hurriedly got up, they found that the iron wall and dark curtain behind them were pierced through, revealing the bottomless abyss underneath.

A ray of light followed the direction of the River Styx and rushed straight up into the underworld.

The hundred-armed giants were stunned and completely unable to understand what was happening.

Tartarus set up guards mainly to prevent anyone from rescuing people from outside.

No one has ever said that someone could kill their way out of Tartarus?

This question is beyond the scope of the curriculum. They don’t know the answer and don’t even know who to report to.

Looking at each other, the hundred-armed giants finally decided to give up thinking, repair the wall, and then continue to sleep.

Following the flow of the Styx all the way up, Eros gradually began to feel the limit of the burning of his microcosm.

His current state was only reached by trickery. If he over-burned, it would hurt the potential of the new humans.

Having already broken out of Tartarus, Eros no longer squandered this power.

In the final deadline, Eros followed the connection of this microcosm and gave a gift to all new humans.

　The third update, 6k points, successfully passed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)