053. Anger

In the darkness, I vaguely felt something gently touching the corner of my eye. I struggled to avoid it in a trance, but I heard the familiar and sacred voice that had appeared not long ago.

"If you want to succeed in your revenge, this is your last resort..."

What does this mean?

However, before I could completely wake up from the chaotic dream, another familiar voice rang in my ears.

"...Medusa? Medusa!"

I suddenly woke up from the dream, gasping for breath. I felt like I had been pulled out of the water, with sweat all over my head and heavy limbs.

Amidst Perseus's surprised cries, I finally recovered slowly. After a long time, I realized that it was just dawn, but the bonfire beside me had long been extinguished and lost its warmth.

And I was still sitting in Perseus' arms, which were hotter than the air. He hugged me anxiously and rubbed my relatively cold skin. I didn't know how he managed to keep his body from getting stiff all night.

My chest heaved violently with my panting, and I subconsciously said that it was okay.

But thinking of that strange and even too smooth dream, I suddenly jumped up from Perseus' arms and looked around for the sickle that Tartarus had promised to lend me!

One day in the future, I will be trapped forever in that horrible hell for this sickle. But before I suffer such punishment, I must make sure that I really have this sickle!

Perseus looked at me searching everywhere, looking surprised. He asked, puzzled, "Medusa, what are you looking for? I can help you find it."

"A sickle! A sickle that belongs to...the strong."

In the end, I still didn't dare to tell who it belonged to. After all, my enemies were the main gods of Olympus, and I couldn't be sure whether they - to be more precise, mainly Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom - would hear the content of our conversation.

Perseus was half confused, but he was very obedient and helped me look around for the sickle-shaped object.

"Medusa, is this it?"

I immediately turned around and looked at Perseus, who pointed to the center of the bonfire, which had been burned into a large piece of black charcoal debris, with a puzzled look on his young face. "But, I didn't see a sickle in it before."

After hearing what Perseus said, I slowly approached the bonfire and saw a dark and dull sickle buried in the embers of the bonfire.

However, this sickle looked very ordinary to me, and seemed to be rusty if I looked closely. Even though the size was almost the same, its ugly and uneven appearance did not seem to be the same as the one I had seen in Tartarus before.

At least, I didn't feel the powerful and amazing force contained in this sickle as before, let alone the dazzling gaze.

I subconsciously wanted to reach out my hand, but then I remembered that the God of the Abyss had said that I couldn't withstand the power contained in this sickle. So I had to retract my hand and turned to look at Perseus. "Pick it up and help me take a look."

Perseus obviously didn't have the same concerns as I did. He probably thought that I disliked the sickle because it was dirty, so he chuckled, bent down and pulled out the rusty sickle buried in the ashes. The dust from the burnt fire was raised by this action, causing me to cover my mouth and nose.

I looked at Perseus, expecting this weapon to undergo some earth-shaking changes in his hands, but I waited for a long time and nothing happened.

I suppressed my anger and displeasure, mainly because of Tartarus's breach of trust and this unequal deal. I knew that this would never go so smoothly!

"Medusa, why are you looking for this sickle? It's rusty. Just throw it away."

But even so, I immediately grabbed Perseus' wrist and gave him a forced smile. "Don't throw it away...it's very important to me."

Perseus was confused, but perhaps because of my request, he obediently hung the rusty sickle on his waist and prepared to take it away.

But as I watched Perseus busying himself with sand to completely extinguish the remaining heat of the embers and packing up the little luggage they had for spending the night, I gradually calmed down.

I vaguely remember that when I was leaving, Tartarus seemed to say something in my ear again. He said... If I want to succeed in my revenge, this is the last resort.

What is the last resort?

Obviously, that is force.

Even though Perseus obtained the sickle of Kronos, he was only a demigod after all, and I am just a mortal with only the power of hope.

The power of hope is indeed stronger than I expected, but even so, it is just "hope". It is not a positive and real power, but something illusory.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult for us two demigods to overthrow Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom.

And what we are facing at this moment is not just Athena. The Olympian gods will definitely not watch us take action. They are connected by blood and represent common interests.

Therefore, even if this is really Knoros's sickle, Perseus must not use it at will. We are likely to be killed immediately after exposing my intentions.

However, I still feel extremely angry about Tartarus' deception. He actually deceived me with such despicable behavior, and I foolishly believed that He was really willing to stand idly by and watch his descendants of gods!

In this case, the only thing that can happen to me is failure, because those "merciful and great" gods will never let me go, and my only outcome will be death!

If I really succeed by chance, I will be trapped in that desolate, terrifying, and quiet hellhole forever!

forever!

Thinking of this, I angrily kicked the pile of dirt that Perseus had covered me with. Perseus obviously didn't know the source of my anger and looked at me with some concern. "Medusa, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

I said coldly.

Perseus suddenly stood up and hugged me in his arms. His blue eyes were filled with deep worry and admiration. "But I think you look very unwell. You had a nightmare earlier, and your whole body was shaking violently. It really made me very..."

Faced with Perseus' concern, I only felt more irritated, so I suddenly pulled his collar, stood on tiptoe and kissed his chattering lips.

Perseus suddenly froze, just staring at me with wide eyes, motionless.

Compared to the skilled and even superb sea god Poseidon, his immaturity and confusion are just like that of a newborn baby.

But I don’t like sophistication and decadence at all. I prefer simplicity and clarity, because it means that I am independent and fully take the initiative.

Although Perseus didn't have any skills, it didn't mean that he was completely indifferent, especially for a young man. Even if he was just rushing around recklessly, he at least had a lot of enthusiasm.

So he quickly came to his senses, hugged me tightly with his strong hands, and even lifted my hips and legs easily. I also noticed that he soon swelled up again, hot and rough, and easily melted me completely.

At this moment, I didn't even care that the man in front of me was Perseus, the man who had killed me in my dream, because I was simply going crazy because of that despicable and hateful Tartarus. Not only him, but also the gods who were on the same front with him. That kind of hatred had reached the point of completely submerging me.

Just because I am unwilling to be manipulated by fate and gods, do I have to suffer such tragic pain that I cannot tell anyone?

Why?!

I pushed him away, watching Perseus coldly as he felt the burning desire in his heart, yet he didn't know how to relieve it. Suddenly, I felt a sense of revenge. I used my hands to control the son of the God King, and whispered in his ear, "...Do you want it?"

Perseus's entire body was burning hot. He looked at me pitifully with his droopy, puppy-dog eyes. His azure eyes were clear enough to see my outline, but his face was filled with depression and pain. His throat rolled over and over, and he spoke in an extremely hoarse voice, "But, this is outside..."

Hearing him say that, I couldn't help but chuckle, "Then quickly find an empty room, otherwise... forget it."

I raised my other hand and gently touched the tip of the dog's tall and handsome nose with my fingertips. Then I raised my hand and touched his golden and furry head. He became bigger and his eyes became red.

For no reason, a sense of satisfaction slowly rose in my heart amidst my irritability and resentment. I just wanted to take this opportunity to temporarily put everything behind me.

So I used my most delicate and gentle voice to seduce him, but he had obviously been deeply seduced by me a long time ago.

“Go for it...my puppy.”

*

Abyss, Tartarus.

After Medusa's soul left the abyss, Tartarus found that the little vitality she brought immediately disappeared, and everything around him became silent and desolate again.

Although she had the pungent and disgusting scent of another man, which even made Him lose the joy of seeing her again, her eyes were still clear and beautiful, so beautiful that He greedily wanted to keep her in the abyss to accompany Him forever, and even gave her the sickle that belonged to Knoros.

For a long time, apart from the gods who were imprisoned in the abyss and lost all faith and hope, there was only one god here, Tartarus, one of the original creator gods and the god of the abyss and hell.

Yes, the abyss is Tartarus, and Tartarus is the abyss.

He has no connection to the gods of Olympus and is not influenced by other gods in any way.

Even though he looks young and is extremely powerful, only he himself knows that his heart is as barren as the rocks of Tartarus, and he is lonely because of his long and lasting power.

Medusa was the first to enter the abyss... He didn't know how to describe her identity. She was only half of Phorcys's bloodline, so she couldn't be called a powerful goddess. Nymph didn't seem quite accurate either, so she could only be described as a mortal.

But she had the power of hope in her body. Even if she did not exert the full power of hope, it was enough so that she would not perish after coming here, and she could even freely enter and exit the desolate abyss many times.

And those resolute and clear eyes easily stirred his long-calm heart. With her coming again and again, the surging waves became more and more violent and could no longer stop.

The powerful Tartarus naturally did not want to admit it so easily. The last punishment seemed like an excuse for self-torture and would not actually hurt Medusa, who was protected by hope. But even so, Tartarus was unwilling to punish her again this time.

As for the sickle given to Medusa, it was indeed Kronos's.

In order to prevent Medusa from being harmed by her powerful strength, he temporarily sealed her power. When the time is right, the sickle will automatically unleash its powerful power for Kronos' descendants to use.

However, none of this mattered. What mattered was that He very much looked forward to meeting the owner of these eyes again.

I just hope that the next time I see her, she will only smell like me.