045. Discovery
I vaguely sensed who the person who came to save me was, but I was not sure. It was not until I heard Athena shout out his name that I confirmed that he was the demigod Perseus who ruthlessly killed me in my dream.
At that moment, I felt like I had heard a deadly joke. The person who was supposed to kill me actually came to save me. Not only that, he also confronted the god he once believed in and obeyed.
I really couldn't believe that he came to save me. After all, I had used such language to belittle Perseus and even mocked him as Athena's dog.
But the facts are right in front of us. This scene even makes me want to laugh, mocking the fact that He, the God of wisdom and war, would encounter such betrayals one after another!
However, the scene of mutual destruction that I imagined did not happen. Even though Perseus was a demigod with the blood of the god king Zeus, and even had the weapons of the gods in his hands, it was still very difficult for him to face Athena, the main god whose strength was no less than that of Zeus.
But He obviously didn't think that killing me would require weapons other than the spear, so the shield that could withstand the power of Zeus' thunder was not taken out in time.
However, Perseus used all his strength and treasures to resist Athena. After gritting his teeth and bursting out with extremely powerful strength, he successfully pushed Athena away who was caught off guard.
Perseus turned around quickly and rushed towards me with the help of the flying shoes of Hermes, the messenger of the gods.
"Follow me!"
Perseus shouted at me urgently, and at such a critical moment, I could only temporarily put aside the hatred between Perseus and me in the dream, and use my last bit of strength to stretch out my hand in his direction as much as I could.
However, Perseus did not grab my hand directly, but moved closer to me and held me in his arms. His pupils were warm brown, but at this time Perseus looked very nervous and his pupils shrank slightly.
But even in such a panic, he still looked at me closely with those burning eyes and shouted, "Hold me tight!"
Naturally, I didn't want to become the ghost killed by the flying shoes of the messenger Hermes, so I stretched out my hands, quickly put my arms around his neck, and rested my head on his neck in the most stable and comfortable way, looking at Athena standing sinisterly in the temple behind me, angrily looking into my eyes as I gradually moved away.
This scene made me feel familiar. That day, Poseidon, the god of the sea, took me away in the same way, and then Athena looked at me with the same eyes and whispered my name.
But what was different from before was that the powerful sea god Poseidon was already at odds with Athena, and Perseus shouldn't have been like that. His defection seemed to make Him even more angry.
Athena could have easily caught up with us and staged a terrifying fight in the air. The reason why she didn't really catch up was not because she couldn't beat me or Perseus, but because she was thinking about how to make me pay a heavier and more terrible price in an extremely elegant way.
At that moment I felt horrified. I thought I had the strength to at least protect myself when facing Athena, but when I really faced her, I realized how ridiculous it all was.
Just as I was wandering in fatigue and fear, even trembling slightly, a warm big hand suddenly and unnoticeably rested on my back. It was Perseus' hand, and he patted my back gently, his voice hoarse, "It's okay now..."
But I didn't say anything, nor did I respond. Instead, I tried to calm myself down, looking at the ground that was getting higher and higher, pretending to fall asleep from exhaustion.
But my mood was very uneasy.
Because I don't want to give up so easily.
As things have developed to this point, although I have mostly experienced setbacks, I can be sure that fate is not completely unchangeable as other people or gods say.
At least, now I have not become the Gorgon in the dream, nor have I been killed by Perseus.
And through the confrontation just now, I found that I, who was originally weak, could successfully withstand such a powerful attack from the main goddess Athena and remain unharmed.
For me, this is rock-solid evidence and a growing hope in my heart.
Perhaps I can really make them pay a painful enough price so that they will never dare to bully ordinary and weak humans again.
Because, no matter how ordinary or weak a thing is, it will eventually use its life to make the most intense resistance.
Whether it's Poseidon, the god of the sea, or Athena, the goddess of wisdom... no, there are more, much more.
The world does not need those sanctimonious gods who enjoy all the power and status. They should understand the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of human beings, including fear.
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Perseus flew very steadily. After escaping from danger, fatigue finally took over, and I actually fell asleep although I was just pretending to be asleep.
My body gradually became lighter, and my thoughts seemed to drift to a very, very distant place without me noticing.
The scene in front of me gradually became dim, and finally my surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.
Perhaps I had experienced too much, and the little darkness before me was nothing at all. I didn't feel any panic, but just like I did when I went to Tartarus, I used the power of hope to ignite a small cluster of faint light to illuminate the environment around me.
However, when I tried to see the scene in front of me with the help of this weak light, I couldn't help but be stunned.
A towering and huge bronze door came into view. This was obviously not an unfamiliar place, but Tartarus where I had been before!
What on earth is going on here?
One moment I was lying in Perseus' arms, and the next moment I was in this place again, and everything in front of me was still so real.
Was it just because I was so exhausted from exhaustion that I dreamed about what happened before?
I subconsciously raised my hands, but before I could even exert any strength, my entire body went straight through!
Not only that, I remember that Tartarus was clearly a very hot place, because there was a blazing river of fire inside, but at this time I didn't feel any "heat" at all.
It was clearly not like this last time.
Standing here, I felt like I was standing at a confused crossroads, feeling a strong fear, afraid that the powerful Tartarus would crush me easily like he did before, like pinching an ant. But at the same time, I also noticed that mixed in with the fear was a hint of hope.
Until now, I still remember that bizarre yet extremely real dream. I used the power in my body to conjure up a sharp sword and killed a monster that looked sacred and full of vitality, but was terrifying and ugly to me.
And after that, no matter how much I struggled with the sea god with his powerful reproductive ability, the new life that made me fear, anxious and worried never came.
If that's the case, could it be that this time it was the power of hope in my body that did it? After sensing my will, it tried to help me seize Kronos's sickle in this way?
At this moment, I have no time to think about it. Now that I have come here, I cannot give up this opportunity.
So, I walked slowly forward in the quiet and dark room, step by step. I couldn't even hear the sound of my own footsteps or breathing. It was so quiet that it even made my ears uncomfortable.
Finally, my footsteps stopped on the red soft soil that was heavily pressed by Tartarus last time. The rugged brick-red rocks were exactly the same as what I saw last time.
This time, I had the help of the power of hope. In the deep dream, I even suspected that I did not exist in a physical form. Perhaps the powerful Tartarus would not find out that I had actually set foot here.
In this way, I can steal Kronos's weapon without anyone noticing, and use this powerful sickle as my own weapon. Even if I cannot kill my enemy, I will definitely use it to castrate him!
Thinking of this, I felt my chest shaking from breathing, but I finally took a deep breath and decided to do what I couldn't do last time.
I slowly stepped towards the place I failed to set foot in last time. After discovering that everything was normal and that terrifying power did not appear, I realized that my guess should be correct, and the strong hope in my heart will soon lead me to obtain the powerful weapon I want!
So I took a step forward and walked forward firmly.
Soon I arrived in front of the Yanhe River. The flames were as tall as a person and were wrapped in an extremely bright red color. It should have been very scary, but perhaps because I couldn't feel the temperature, the fear in my heart subsided a little.
In order to verify my guess that I was not a physical entity at this time, I gently pulled out a strand of hair and blew it into the Yan River.
The purple hair was very obvious under the red flames. It floated with the wind to the outer flame with the highest temperature, but was swept upwards intact by the updraft generated by the heat and disappeared from my sight.
I knew what was going on, but I still stretched out my hand cautiously. The flames didn't give me any feeling. I jumped hard to the other side of the Yan River, and sure enough, nothing happened.
The view in front of him was no longer blocked by the flames of the Yanhe River, and the red bare and rough rock mountain became open, so he walked forward again.
When viewed from a distance, these ugly rocks seemed very close, but when I walked in that direction for a long time, I realized that Tartarus was so huge and deep. Their positions did not seem to have changed at all, and they were still standing quietly in the distance.
I walked for a long time, and finally, I found what I was looking for behind this huge rocky mountain.
For a moment, I was shocked by the scene before my eyes, as if I had witnessed the dark side of the holy and benevolent gods, the lifeless desolation of losing hope, and the helplessness that was deep in my bones.
Several gods or monsters were nailed firmly to these rocks. Their expressions were numb, and they just lowered their heads quietly, closed their eyes, and waited for the long time to pass.
It seemed that someone among them was aware of my presence, but in the end they just moved in my direction, not even bothering to look up at me.
Finally, I recognized Kronos, the second-generation god who castrated Uranus. Although he had lost his former glory, the sharp sickle next to him seemed to emit a dark light unwillingly.
My heart was beating fast, and I slowly but firmly reached out my hand towards the sickle.
Because I know that when I get this sickle, I can achieve my revenge in the true sense.
Closer and closer.
My fingertips were about to touch this powerful black weapon, when suddenly, my scalp went numb and it felt like a breeze was blowing across my neck.
"Snap", something suddenly grabbed my hesitant wrist, stopping me from getting any closer.
"With your strength, touching it would be suicidal."
I subconsciously turned my head and looked behind me in surprise and doubt.
The man who suddenly appeared behind him had a stern and upright face, a tall and strong body, and long silver hair casually draped over his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. However, he only simply covered his lower body. This way of dressing is very rare. Perhaps only more ancient humans or gods would dress like this.
Since the other party can appear in Tartarus, he is naturally not an ordinary person.
Thinking of this, I tried hard to pull my hand back, but His hand remained motionless, just looking at me calmly.
Suddenly, He lowered His head slightly, and His handsome but pale face approached me. At that moment, I saw His old soul hidden in His handsome body, and I was lost in thought for a moment.
Then, He seemed to sigh but also seemed to be emotionless, "You have repeatedly entered Tartarus. I am sorry that I can no longer forgive you."
His mouth didn't move at all, but the sound came from all directions, like layers of demonic obstacles, almost drowning me completely.
I should not have felt anything, but suddenly I felt a piercing pain coming from my soul, which almost tore me apart!
The intense pain made me fall to the ground, and He had already let go of my hand without me noticing, looking down at me condescendingly.
I could hardly breathe and held my throat with difficulty. At that moment, I thought of many solutions.
I thought about begging for mercy, but the last time I came here, I lay on the ground in shame, trying to gain His sympathy with words, but in the end I was just ruthlessly driven out of Tartarus.
I also thought about trying to please this ancient and powerful primordial god like I tried to please Poseidon, the god of the sea, but I'm not sure if he is as dissolute and amorous as Poseidon. Maybe he despises me from the bottom of his heart?
Even if He is the same as Poseidon, I still don't want to do this.
During the time I was trying to please Poseidon, the god of the sea who forced me to do so, I had to endure intense disgust and pain every moment, but after I saw the light, I could no longer endure the darkness unless I had no better way.
In the end, I just looked at Him with resentment and even resentment.
Even though Tartarus did not force him to humiliate me, and it is said that he never participates in the affairs of Mount Olympus because he is the abyss itself, one of the five creator gods, I am convinced that he is essentially the same as them.
How can gods understand the suffering of ants?
Under my gaze, He still watched my painful struggle and wailing with an expressionless face, but suddenly, Tartarus moved.
Tartarus stretched out his hand towards me, and his powerful hand, which symbolized the power of the abyss, easily lifted me up. I struggled in pain, helplessly watching myself being forced closer to him.
However, to my surprise, He did not punish me with even more terrifying force. Instead, He stretched out His slender and bloodless fingers and curiously reached towards my eyes.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes tightly. I sensitively felt his fingers pause slightly. After a strange hesitation, he finally touched my eye sockets and gently touched my eyelashes.
'I have never seen eyes so bright as these.'
For a moment, I felt cold all over and tense up, fearing that He would dig out my eyes just because of such a whim.
Such recklessness and contempt filled me with such intense anger that the pain of His punishment on me pales in comparison.
I took advantage of His unpreparedness and reached out, hitting Him hard in the face with all my strength.
But in the next second, Tartarus turned his face slightly, dodged my attack, and calmly returned his gaze to my eyes.
Silence, accompanied by fine and dense tingling and numbness, I seemed to experience a fear and awe of power itself.
How dare I do such a disrespectful act to the great God of Creation, who is even more powerful than Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war!
When I realized this, I coughed up a mouthful of blood from my throat. I clearly didn't feel anything when I first came to Tartarus through the dream, but now it seemed like my whole body was in pain, and I was so exhausted that I lowered my head.
The scene in front of my eyes became blurry again. I really didn't expect that after I escaped from Poseidon, the god of the sea, Perseus, and even the goddess Athena, I would soon fall here.
I seemed to hear a distant and faint shouting voice in my ears. Someone was calling my name, trying to wake me up from my dream.
But maybe it's too late.
Then, I heard the great god of the abyss, Tartarus, say in a vicissitudes yet gentle voice, "Remember, only the blood of Kronos can take up his weapon."
In a daze, I felt Him sniffing my body with His upright nose, and the skin on my neck felt itchy from the subtle touch.
But He didn't seem to be trying to play tricks on me. Instead, He spoke seriously, word for word, saying, "The scent of Poseidon on you has faded. You can't fool me, let alone Kronos's sickle."
I opened my mouth and tried hard to speak, but nothing came out. My blurred consciousness even made me forget what I wanted to say.
I just felt a strong attraction pulling me to somewhere else, but I couldn't leave because Tartarus was holding me captive.
“…Medusa, wake up!”
"...Medusa! What's wrong with you..."
The call of Perseus in my ears became clearer and clearer. I even felt that I was on both sides of the boundary. One side was reality, and the other side was the terrifying Tartarus in the dream, almost torn in half.
In such pain and torture, I seemed to have completely lost my judgment of right and wrong. I sobbed involuntarily and begged for the other party's forgiveness.
And at this moment, I felt that the power from Tartarus that imprisoned me was weakening little by little. When that power completely disappeared, my body was swept up like a violent storm, and finally, after passing through the darkness, I was suddenly awakened from the daylight.
“……!!!”
“Ahem—”
A large amount of blood spurted out of my mouth, and the scarlet blood soaked the flowers and plants on the ground. My respiratory tract was completely unblocked, and I lay on the ground as if exhausted.
I opened my eyes blankly and looked at the sky. For a moment, I couldn't remember what I had just dreamed about.
Seeing me like this, Perseus hurriedly picked me up from the grass. I don't know what frightened him with my appearance, but he was almost anxious and at a loss, and his eyes turned red for some reason. "It's okay, Medusa, I'll take you to see a doctor... You will be fine..."
But at this moment, I suddenly reached out and held his face, looking at his appearance carefully.
That face obviously bears some resemblance to Kronos. Yes... Perseus is the son of Zeus, the king of gods, and Zeus, the king of gods, is the son of Kronos.
In other words, he is the descendant of Kronos mentioned by Tartarus!
After realizing this, I suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.
Perseus stopped in his tracks, his whole body stiff. I don't know if he was thinking about something else, but he looked at me numbly and painfully with an expression of mourning and sorrow.
There was a strong taste of rust in my mouth, but I still couldn't help laughing. Then I exerted force with my arms, raised my head, and suddenly kissed him on the cheek, leaving a blood mark along the outline of his lips.
Although I can't get the sickle that can castrate gods, but... Perseus, who has the blood of the God King, can!
——As long as I can make Perseus willingly become my dog, my sharp blade, and the follower of my will.
I am convinced that only love can make a person blindly devote everything to another person, and I also know that he does have some other ideas about me.
Without a doubt, this is the optimal solution at the moment.
In this case, even if I resist trying to please and seduce my enemies, and do things that I find extremely disgusting and abhorrent, what does it matter?
Meanwhile, Perseus was clearly stunned by my inexplicable behavior. Perhaps he hadn't recovered from his grief yet. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his face was bewildered as he stared at me, "Medusa, you..."
I looked at him lovingly, using that familiar gaze that Poseidon particularly loved, my words filled with deep admiration and attachment, and breathed softly, "I, I'm fine, Perseus."
"But I didn't expect that you would even go against the powerful Athena to save me."
My hand gently touched his lips, and I spoke in a vague, elongated tone, yet with a hint of seductive suggestion.
"I couldn't help this kiss..."
"To express my gratitude to you."
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