Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 637 I'll Give Your Mother to You

I wonder how you can be so shameless!
This was the first time in all these years that Eros experienced what it was like to be a defendant parent.

Although Eros is not afraid of Themis, it would be troublesome if Themis knew about it and came to persuade him.

Eros could not treat Themis, who was almost like a foster mother, and seek privileges by being unreasonable as he did with Hera and Athena.

"Oh, it's really troublesome."

Eros was somewhat helpless. He was persuaded by Athena. In order to avoid such troublesome situations, he could only start doing the work of the King of Gods.

But these tasks are too boring, building high walls on one's own world bit by bit and cleaning up suspicious garbage.

If the world's walls are not built by a master, they will collapse at the first sign of invasion.

Just like Eros did in Canaan, it is very easy to blend in and usurp power.

As for the suspicious garbage, there is too much content, tentacles from other worlds, the so-called illegal immigrants.

After all, the worlds are closely connected with each other, and it is common to suddenly travel to other worlds in one step.

Then comes the contact and collision with other worlds.

In Eros's eyes, the entire Greek world was gradually approaching Canaan and even the entire Mesopotamia.

Like a celestial phenomenon called the merger of two stars, a gorgeous spiral shape was formed.

The worlds will be drawn towards each other, just as stars will eventually be drawn towards each other due to gravity, eventually leading to the end of heat death or cold death.

There is no need to worry about Canaan. Sooner or later, the two worlds will slowly merge together. One day, when people sail across the sea, they will find that there is still land on the other side of the sea.

And now, Eros's attention was directed to the other side.

The sun always shines, and only when the sun's shadow shines on the sky does the land have a chance to breathe.

The Aesenile, whose prosperity depended on the river's flooding, belonged to a completely different world from Greece.

If Eros remembered correctly, it was Aeseniro who took away Typhon's last bit of life.

Long ago, she left Greece with her children and went to Io in the Aesirene.

I don’t know whether she became the goddess Isis there, or what happened to the child.

Eros' mind was in a mess. It seemed that after Zeus woke up, it would be time to go to the Aesenile.

As one of the worlds closest to Greece, devouring this world is also on the list of preparations, and it ranks at the top.

After sorting out all these things in his mind, Eros looked back and realized that his journey to fight the dust was not yet halfway completed.

Why is there so much damn dust? No wonder Zeus sits here every day. I used to think she was just pretending to be deep.

It’s no use. I can’t fight any further. I have to think of a way.

Eros had just made up his mind to work, but this determination was soon forgotten by him.

Whoever wants to fight with this ash can do so, he is going to pick up the bucket and run away.

His gaze turned back to the throne room, where Athena and Hera were standing in front of Eros, each handling their affairs in an orderly manner.

Eros's thoughts naturally attracted the attention of the two.

However, these two people paid attention to Eros not out of concern, but with the idea of ​​not letting Eros skip work and escape.

"Eros, your patience isn't limited to this, is it?"

Athena, who knew Eros quite well, guessed Eros's condition almost perfectly.

After making up his mind, he maintained his enthusiasm for three minutes, then quickly lost it, and now he was probably thinking about how to escape. Eros, whose thoughts were hit, changed his expression for a moment.

Damn, Athena, do you know what happened to a certain person named Yang?
However, Eros's expression returned to calm the next moment, and he even looked at Athena with a bit of joy.

He already has a plan.

"How could that be? Of course I will finish the work."

Eros put down his hand and assured.

"But I want to ask a question."

"Huh? Just ask."

Athena didn't care and just continued to deal with her affairs.

"Do you want to see your mother?"

"what?"

Athena and Hera raised their heads at the same time, with looks of surprise and confusion at Eros' words.

But before they could react, Eros' figure suddenly became illusory, like a garbled human figure caused by a program error.

Without having time to think about the meaning of Eros' words, Hera, thinking that Eros was going to escape, flashed over and tried to catch Eros.

She did grab a pair of hands, but those hands were no longer Eros's.

The figure with inky black hair draped down and suddenly appeared on the throne seemed a little dazed, and his deep pupils looked at Hera.

Then, the confused expression gradually changed, and with a bit of dissatisfaction and inexplicable anger, he said with a sneer.

"Sister Hera, why are you holding my hand like this? Although I know you love me very much, there is no need to be like this, right?"

This familiar tone, although a little strange at the moment but indeed deeply engraved in her mind, made Hera extremely surprised.

"Metis?! Why is it you?!"

The name that came out of Hera's mouth also made Athena stunned for a moment.

She had never seen her mother because she was a goddess born in Zeus's mind after Metis was swallowed by Zeus.

She knew who her mother was, but she had never seen her.

Hera knew her "sister" for sure, before she became a god and when she was rescued from Kronos's belly.

During the war with the Titans, Hera had seen this girl around Zeus countless times.

She was Zeus's original queen, an enemy she never thought she could defeat, so she could only restrain and hide her thoughts.

But fortunately, fate seems to be on her side.

Because of Gaia's prophecy, the goddess of wisdom impulsively made the most unwise move and sacrificed herself.

Since then, Hera finally had some ideas and opportunities.

After all, whether in terms of time or feelings, she could not compare with Metis.

Only when she is not around can she have the possibility of becoming the queen of heaven and the one loved by Zeus.

But this opponent, whom he had once been unable to compete with, appeared before him again and again after such a long time.

How could Hera not feel panicked?
Athena's mood was naturally similar to hers, but not exactly the same.

(End of this chapter)