Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 140: Part , Okay, I want to be a tyrant!

In Fuyuki City, Su Kai looked at the words on the simulator and couldn't help but cover his forehead.

"It's a bit of a headache, it's not perfect..."

"Is there something missing?"

I saw the following words clearly written on the simulator:

[Due to unknown reasons, the simulation is still continuing. Do you want to terminate it forcibly? ]

【Attention! Attention! 】

[If you forcefully terminate the game, unknown changes may occur and the rewards may be reduced. ]

"So, simulator, can you tell me why I'm continuing the simulation?"

Su Kai couldn't help but complain: "What a shameful simulator, not even once was it effective!"

【Unknown! Unknown!!】

[Please explore on your own...]

"As expected, an imperfect life is always a little bit lacking—"

"Well, let's continue the simulation. Please stay tuned, everyone..."
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The highest moment of the simulation came here again. In response to the Golden King's doubts, the Great Father God Zeus smiled and said, "Sullen, the Age of Gods will end. Instead of worrying about your fate, you might as well enjoy this last good time. Which goddess do you like? I can arrange for you to get married."

"Suerlun, when you can make a choice, don't leave yourself with any regrets."

"That's it..."

Suerlun scratched his head and sighed, "That's nothing I can do. I will try my best to prolong the Age of Gods, but if I can't do it, then so be it. As long as I try my best and don't let down those who believe in me, that's enough!"

"But, Zeus, isn't there still some time before the end of the Age of Gods?"

Zeus was somewhat surprised at Suren's relief and open-mindedness. He was no longer stubborn and obsessed with trivial matters. For such a wise man, the most difficult thing is not to conquer the world, but to reconcile with himself.

Stop making things difficult for yourself or others, and choose to reconcile with yourself who is unable to change anything.

At this moment, Zeus believed that Suren's spirit was more relaxed and he was more able to listen to other people's advice.

Zeus laughed and said, "Sullen, I am glad for your enlightenment."

"Yes, even if the Age of Gods is bound to end, there are still thousands of years of good times ahead. Fate cannot be violated, so we can enjoy every moment of this beauty to the fullest."

"Wow, that's a long time. I'll have to think about it carefully."

Suer Lun slowly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Isn't it time for me to enjoy this wonderful golden era?"

I've worked so hard to promote such a wonderful era, so shouldn't I be able to enjoy it?

Go back and continue playing music and dancing!
Suerlun laughed loudly and went out, ready to go back and be a king of pleasure for hundreds of years.

"Wait a minute, Suerlun, you haven't said who you're going to marry..."

Zeus's vague and unclear voice was left behind by Suren, who had already returned to Greece.

"Hercules, go and fetch Helen."

Suren crossed his legs and sat on the golden throne: "Go tell Helen that I want to see singing and dancing. Show me the charm of the most beautiful woman in Greece!"

Although Suerlun was not lustful, since it was about enjoyment, he didn't know how a king should enjoy it properly.

On TV, it seems that the king of all enjoyment is equipped with banquets, singing and dancing beauties, and beauties feeding grapes to him.

"...Suerlun, are you normal?"

Hercules looked melancholy: "The policies you talked about and thought about before, as well as the orders for conquest..."

"None of that matters, my friend!"

Suer Lun waved his hand and said, "I have already started the Golden Era. What else do you want me to do? Are you trying to tire me to death?"

"And, believe me, you don't want to see a hard-working Golden King Surren!"

The confidence of second-week players.

In the previous week, the overly diligent and lustful king caused an unprecedented disaster due to his overflowing love. His crazy love almost destroyed the entire Greece.

In the second week, Suerlun chose to reconcile with himself!
Hey, there are still more than a thousand years left anyway. It’s not too much to enjoy it for a few hundred years first and then think of a solution, right?

Surren felt that this was not excessive but reasonable, so he urged impatiently: "Hercules, I am the King of Gold!"

"...All right! My king!"

Hercules responded hesitantly. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His tense nerves relaxed. He had been worried that Suren's strong desires and endless ambitions might bring disaster to Greece.

But now it seems that such a Surren makes Hercules feel more at ease.

At least a king who only enjoys eating, drinking and watching singing and dancing will not do something cruel like National Human Transformation and the Philosopher's Stone, right?
Suerlun was slumped on the golden throne, not doing anything right, and Helen quickly came over. She stopped three steps away from Suerlun, not daring to cross the emperor's forbidden area.

"King Suerlun, what happened to you?"

"I heard from Commander Hercules that you wanted me to..."

This is a person's restricted area, which is within a range of three steps. Once an unfamiliar person approaches within three steps, anyone will feel a little uncomfortable.

The Surlun of the past might have been noble enough, great enough, wise enough, and powerful enough, but to be honest, he was not a king that people could get close to.

Especially when his handsome face like a god becomes serious, anyone can feel the majesty of the emperor.

It was a powerful oppressive force like a mountain or an abyss. Anyone who faced Emperor Surlen would involuntarily bow his head to express his respect and humility.

But now, that uncomfortable restricted area has disappeared.

"Come here, why are you standing so far away?"

Suerlun waved his hand, looking severely paralyzed, and pointed at the grapes on the table with his chin, saying, "Feed me the grapes... Wait, you're not going to give me the rotten grapes and eat the good ones yourself, are you?"

Helen took a tentative step forward, and sure enough, there was no familiar pressure. She stretched out her slender and beautiful fingers, pinched a grape, and with full concentration, brought the grape to Suerlun's mouth.

Her eyes were determined as if she wanted to join the party, and her focused look made people who didn't know her think she was making straw raincoat tofu.

Surren caught the grapes with his long mouth, squinted his eyes and nodded, then said lazily: "Hercules should have conveyed my meaning, right? He is the best at this kind of work!"

"You know what, the grapes fed by the beauty herself are indeed a little more delicious."

Suerlun lay comfortably on the golden throne and said, "Don't be so surprised, Helen. After fighting so many battles, can't I enjoy myself?"

"The grapes have been fed. Now go recruit some people and form a dance troupe for me. I want to watch the dance while I eat." "King Su, King Suerlun... since it's your order."

Helen's cheeks, as white as jade, blushed with shame. Putting aside those strange legends, in terms of beauty alone, Helen might be one of the few people who could compete with Suren in this respect.

Helen's beauty was no less beautiful than that of the goddess, and there was no Greek man who did not want to marry Helen.

"As expected, she is the beauty who caused the Trojan War. She is so beautiful that she can bring disaster."

Suren stretched and raised his upper body with his elbows. He looked strong despite his disability, which was very touching.

"Alas, I heard that Athena is the goddess of art and the patron saint of handicrafts. She is good at weaving, cooking, gardening, pottery and other crafts; as well as painting, music, poetry, dance and other arts..."

Surren narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "If Athena is willing to dance with the nine Muses, it must be a supreme song and dance that even the king of gods Zeus cannot appreciate!"

Apollo played music, Hestia cooked, Athena danced, and the nine Muses danced with her...

As for Lady Artemis, she is a great hunter.

If Apollo is not there, Pan, the god of music, is also very good at it. If Hestia is not there as a cook, Dionysus can also pour wine.

Even without Athena dancing, Helen can still dance...

As for Lady Artemis, well… besides being a great hunter, the wilderness is also her domain.

"But I'm not in the wilderness!"

Surren scratched his head. He didn't know how to make amends to Artemis.

Human beings originated from the wilderness, but will inevitably enter civilization, so Artemis, who represents the wilderness, is no match for Hera, who represents civilization.

This is also why Apollo and his sister often suffer a setback when facing Hera. Both of them are more or less restrained by Hera.
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It was evening soon, and Suerlun looked at Hercules who was standing aside and acting as a waiter...

It has been said before that what this bro likes most is to be treated as a slave and a tool, to be ordered around to serve tea and water, and to be ordered around to serve others. For Hercules, it is simply too good to be true.

Hercules also noticed Suren's look, so he asked, "King, do you have any other request?"

"Requests? I don't have any requests. Just go on the show!"

Suer Lun was very interested: "Give me the three pieces of equipment of a tyrant: beautiful women singing and dancing, beautiful women feeding me, and a pool of wine and a forest of meat!"

"My king..." Hercules said in a daze, "The first two are easy to say, but as for the feasting and drinking, it seems that any citizen of the Athenian city-state has the financial resources to do so."

"Well... look, if you really want to be a tyrant, can you confiscate their wine and meat?"

This is Greece, which reached its most prosperous and flourishing stage during the Age of Gods. Every household here has an incredibly high level of personal resources.

A pool of wine and a forest of meat?

I don’t know what King Zhou’s pool of wine is or what forest of meat is.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Suer Lun scolded without thinking: "You didn't collect any shit. Since I want a good life, why don't you just build one for me?"

"You said anyone can enjoy it, and you also said that you can confiscate the property and enjoy the tyrant mode. Why are you talking so much?"

Suer Lun suddenly realized: "I understand, you must have had a massive explosion of your M attribute, deliberately angering me, and wanting me to punish you, right... Then I can't do as you wish."

Alas, in a sense, this is also a mad king.

Hercules just felt tired. He nodded, turned around and went to the side hall to carry a mountain of meat. He also dug a swimming pool with his bare hands next to the main hall and filled it with wine.

It took less than a quarter of an hour in total, which shows the efficiency of the demigod hero Hercules.

Seeing that Suerlun's small request was met, Hercules announced: "The banquet for King Suerlun, which is exclusive to the tyrant, begins!"

I don’t know where Helen found the professional team, but the moment the singing and dancing began, Suerlun couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

To put it bluntly, appreciating art is actually very simple. It is just to see with your eyes, feel with your heart, and resonate with your will.

Some songs may sound nice to you, but may be average or even unpleasant to others. It’s simply because the song resonates with your soul and will, while others do not.

It sounds abstract, but in fact it can be summed up in one sentence: it is appealing to both the elite and the masses.

No matter what profound core spirit it has, it’s enough to say that it’s really fucking beautiful.

Now, Suerlun had this feeling. He couldn't help but change from lying down to sitting up. All the pores on his body relaxed and he entered into an extremely comfortable atmosphere.

Because the song and dance was so beautiful, and the ten young ladies dancing were also very pretty, the kind of beauty that exuded charm in every move, every frown and every smile.

“I’m very educated, but I still have to say – it’s damn beautiful!”

"That's great, that's great!"

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Suerlun was inspired to write a poem: "The banquet was fun and the wine was delicious, it was really good. It's so easy to be the King of Gold, everyone has to pamper me!"

It is unknown when Hercules disappeared.

Suren drank the fine wine brewed by Dionysus, a wine that could intoxicate even the gods.

The singing and dancing stopped at this time. Suerlun frowned. He always felt like there was a double image when he looked at people. He couldn't help but squint his eyes to carefully identify the woman in front of him.

She seemed to be leading the dance, and Suer Lun was relieved. He nodded and said, "I, I want to reward you... Before that, take off your armor first!"

Ancient Greek dance is very rich and varied in movements, including slow and graceful movements and festive and jubilant movements. The dancers focus on body flexibility and coordination, showing beautiful visual effects.

But Suerlun was still a little dissatisfied in his heart. After all, he heard that the real Greek dance was done without clothes...

The woman leading the dance sighed softly, reached out her soft little hands, rubbed Suerlun's head, and massaged him to relieve the aftereffects of his hangover.

Although Suerlun would never have a drunken headache.

"Take off your armor... I asked you to take off your armor..."

Suerlun muttered drunkenly, still talking drunkenly: "Zeus, old man, marrying a goddess or something, is that something you can say?"

"Luckily I pretended not to hear it. If Athena and the others knew, they would have chewed me to pieces..."

"If I want to have a harem, should I have two? A harem on earth and a harem in heaven... Uh, goddesses, can you let me have a harem? Will Hera turn me into a stud?"

"..."

"Suerlun, are you really drunk?"

The woman leading the dance chuckled, her tone light and relaxed: "Really, bad boys always give me problems."

(End of this chapter)