Chapter 90 The Awakening of the God of Fun! (7k)
In the early morning, fine golden sunlight shines into the house through the window lattices, and the sound of surging sea tide can be heard.
Loen yawned as if he sensed something, opened his eyelids, and glanced out of the corner of his eye. He was shocked to find two round, slender, white thighs lying flat behind his head, which gave him a soft touch and a faint fragrance.
"Are you awake?"
A gentle voice came, and the goddess of wisdom, wearing a simple white dress, with silver hair and purple eyes, was sitting at the head of the bed, looking down at the face resting on her knees with a smile.
However, the two white mountains that stretched across the sky bounced up and down with the rhythm of breathing, blocking each other's sight and making Loen dizzy.
Is it really that big?
Just as Loen, who witnessed this spectacle with his own eyes, was secretly amazed, deep concern was revealed in his purple eyes.
"What? Still not feeling well? Let me see!"
A pair of arms circled around, lifted up Loen's head, and nervously pressed it into his arms, checking and comforting him.
Suddenly, the victim, who was half asleep and half awake, almost suffocated and struggled wildly. All the characteristics of the contact surface summarized through the five senses emerged in his mind.
So big! So soft! So fierce!
"Bang!"
Just as Loen's consciousness became confused and he was almost suffocated by this soft pampering, the bedroom door was slammed open.
The stove goddess, wearing a white apron and holding a soup spoon, poked her head out from the crack of the door with a gloomy face and forced out a twisted smile.
"Are you awake? I made a delicious meal to celebrate your recovery. Come down and eat together!"
Have a meal?
Lorne subconsciously looked through the half-open door at the hall and the kitchen, and his expression froze instantly.
The tidy room that seemed clean and tidy in my memory was now stained with purple blood plasma and minced meat, like a large slaughterhouse.
The half-snake, half-fish gray-white hideous head was thrown to one side, with blood dripping from the broken neck...
The mollusk, which resembled an octopus tentacle, was stuffed into the soup pot. As it screamed and struggled, the lid of the pot was slightly lifted...
The thick, freshly shaved bird leg meat is being smoked, and a one-legged siren is hanging next to it...
Even worse was the Lamia with a big bump on her forehead, who was obviously knocked unconscious, with an apple stuffed in her mouth and sauce all over her body. Her twisted body was being put into the shape of a heart and was about to be pushed into the oven...
"Hestia...
I…I don’t seem to be hungry…”
Luo En's Adam's apple moved violently, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he subconsciously laughed dryly and shook his head. The thoughts in his mind became more and more confused.
"Eat, you must eat! This is specially prepared for you by the goddess!"
At this moment, Yurielle, who was wearing a formal dress, poked her head out of the door and started to make a noise with glee, her scarlet eyes filled with malice.
On the other side of the door, the twin sister Steno with purple hair and red eyes smiled and scooped out a bowl of purple-red bubbling stuff from a pot filled with octopus tentacles. She couldn't wait to hand the biological weapon to Hestia in front of the door. The meaning of instigation was self-evident.
"Come on, open your mouth...!"
At this time, Hestia, with a gloomy face, raised a spoon filled with purple-red seafood soup and prepared to put it into the mouth of the patient, Lorne.
Tsk! Tsk!
But the bronze spoon began to smoke and turn black in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even melted.
Is this something that humans can eat?
Seeing this, Loen broke out in a cold sweat and subconsciously changed the subject, hoping to take the opportunity to escape from this seafood soup that was as powerful as poison.
"Wait! Is everything over?
Anna! Yes, where is Anna?! "
As he spoke, Lorne, whose head was held tightly by Athena on the bed, rolled his eyes and looked around, frantically searching for someone who could save the situation.
"Anna? Isn't she just..."
The twin Gorgons with purple hair and red eyes walked into the room, malicious smiles on their delicate faces. They then grabbed a corner of Lorne's quilt with both hands, suddenly opened it, and loudly pronounced a verdict.
“…Here!”
Lorne subconsciously lowered his head and saw a mass of purple spreading under the quilt.
That face, which combined the mature charm of the Snake Goddess with the immature and innocent face of the young Gorgon, was slowly raising its head from below, looking innocent and confused.
A forked tongue came out of the sandalwood mouth, and while sensing the smell, the throat gurgled and swallowed, and the flushed little face seemed to get a sense of satisfaction from eating.
In an instant, several sinister gazes focused on him, and indescribable terror froze everything in an instant.
"Anna...Anna! Don't!"
A high-pitched and out-of-tune wailing echoed in the ancient Greek-style bedroom. A sweaty patient grunted and sat up in shock from his dying bed, his hands subconsciously grabbing at the air.
After a while, those horrified eyes refocused and looked at the familiar ceiling and bedroom furnishings, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Dream, fortunately it was just a dream.
After a moment, Lorne patted his heart which was about to stop, leaned dejectedly against the head of the bed, and looked at the empty bedroom, feeling a little depressed.
Where is the number one hero? Forget about the knee pillow. How come there is no one to serve him?
Just as Lorne was complaining to himself about his ups and downs in mood, a low whimpering sound was heard from outside the door. A golden retriever pushed open the crack in the door, came into the bedroom, jumped onto the bed excitedly, wagged its tail at its owner who had just woken up, and licked his palm happily with its tongue.
Hello again, doggie!
Seeing his own dog being so loyal, Loen felt touched.
"Don't run, let me hold you!"
However, before the feeling of being touched could last for a few seconds, the door was pushed open by a small hand, and the goddess of victory Nikki rushed in with her arms open, trying to stop the golden dog from running around.
Looking at the few strands of dog hair left on Nikki's hand and the golden dog circling around her, Lorne's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
After all this time, you're here to use me as a shield?
Nowadays, are bootlickers no longer reliable?
While complaining in his heart, Lorne unceremoniously picked up the golden retriever that was struggling on the bed and threw it to Nikki who was standing in front of the bed.
The goddess of victory, who had gotten what she wanted, immediately smiled brightly, held the whimpering dog tightly in her arms, stroked the dog's head happily, and looked at Loen with eyes full of kindness and closeness.
This is the goddess of victory, the most important authority of the god of war. It is better to establish a good relationship with her as early as possible.
Gouzi, just sacrifice yourself.
Lorne ignored his dog's pleading look and muttered to himself while forcing a kind smile at Nikki.
"You're awake? What do you want to eat? I'll make a feast to celebrate your recovery!"
The familiar question and the hearth goddess sticking her head out of the door made Loen, who was lying on the bed, stiffen reflexively and shake his head hurriedly.
"H…Hestia, I'm not hungry."
"Ah? Oh..."
Hearing Ron's clear refusal, Hestia, who was holding the spoon, suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the nightmare. After looking around for a while, Loen asked cautiously.
"Where's Athena?"
"We are confronting Poseidon in Olympus. Although the beast tide is over, the troubles in Crete and Atlantis are not over yet..."
Hestia glanced at Lorn, lowered her head and answered in a muffled voice, with veins bulging on the hand holding the spoon.
Lorne relaxed a little, then looked around furtively and spoke again.
"By the way, why aren't Stheno, Euryale, and Anna here?"
"Hibernate in the temple!"
A low, cold snort came from the door, and it seemed to be mixed with the sound of grinding teeth.
"In the battle at the coastline, they absorbed a large amount of Keto's divine power, which required time to digest and absorb. Before Athena left, she took them to her temple..."
"Then, Princess Ariadne..."
“Crack!”
A hand pressed on the door frame and forcibly broke the cedar wood that was solidified by runes.
Hestia pulled her arm back as if nothing had happened, put it behind her back without leaving a trace, forced a smile on her face, and spoke calmly.
"What else do you want to ask? Go on?"
Gurgle~!
Looking at the face whose expression was so distorted that it seemed a little twisted, Loen's eyelids twitched, his Adam's apple moved, and he spoke cautiously.
"How about eating first?"
"Aren't you hungry?"
Hestia raised her eyebrows and asked back, continuing to look dimly at the patient who had just woken up.
"Don't we have you? No one should be left hungry, not even Lady Hestia, who has worked so hard to protect the peace of our home. What do you want to eat? I'll make it!"
At this moment, realizing his negligence, Lorne spoke with a solemn oath, turned over from the bed consciously, grabbed Hestia's arm without saying a word, and boasted with three parts truth and seven parts falsehood.
“To be honest with you, during the time I was unconscious, my mind was full of thoughts about recipes, and I woke up from the dream because I had gained a lot of experience.
Come on, follow me to the kitchen and try your hand at making the dishes you like! "
Hestia didn't seem to be impressed and looked skeptical.
"Really? Can I study recipes in my dreams? Don't lie to me..."
Having said that, the hearth goddess turned around involuntarily and followed quickly behind Loen.
The face that was gloomy just now was now full of eagerness to try.
Sure enough, it is still as easy to understand as before.
Lorne glanced at Hestia who had followed him, and unsurprisingly withdrew his gaze, his lips raised in a pleased arc.
It is obvious that a certain stove goddess whose temperament has been fully understood is almost about to be hooked into a black bass.
Soon, the stove was lit and a wisp of smoke rose.
From the kitchen came the rhythm of pots and pans and the aroma of cooking and frying. One dish after another, some exquisite in shape, some innovative in cooking, some with great creativity, were completed and placed on the table, becoming the protagonists of today.
Little Nikki, who was straightforward by nature, was quickly attracted by the aroma and became a captive of the food. She carried the restless dog to the table and feasted on the food.
"Get down! You can't eat until you wash your hands!"
But even the goddess of victory was driven away from the kitchen and the dining table by the aggressive Hestia waving a spoon, and she obediently put down the dog and ran to the pool.
Seeing little Nikki running away, Lorne, who had fallen from being the head chef to the deputy, sighed at the dominance of the stove goddess over the home, while bringing the last dish to the table and announcing the official start of the meal.
In a warm and joyful atmosphere, the two gods, a man and a dog ate their fill and looked very pleased.
Just as the family feast was over and Lorne was about to get up to clean up the mess on the table, Hestia stood up from the bench and, contrary to her usual behavior, spoke to stop him.
"We'll clean it up later. You, follow me first!"
Having said that, Hestia grabbed Lorne's arm without waiting for the other side to speak, left little Nikki to look after the house, and went straight to the top floor of the house.
On the third floor is a balcony planted with flowers and plants and furnished with several tables and chairs.
The watery night falls from the sky, bringing with it a sense of depth and tranquility.
Before we knew it, the family dinner had lasted from day to night.
After arriving at the destination, Hestia buried her head in knocking around for a while, and finally took out a jar of fruit wine, two cups, some jerky and dried fruits from under a stone slab. She carried these things that were obviously her personal collection to the small table and entertained the guests she brought.
"Please sit down. I rarely bring people here."
Hearing that meaningful hum, Luo En couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, muttering to himself in his heart.
Could it be that a mouthful of vinegar could still make me sour today?
"You want to ascend from a demigod to a god?"
However, as soon as Hestia opened her mouth, Lorne looked at the hearth goddess who was sitting leisurely beside him with some surprise.
"Hey, what's that look on your face? I'm here to protect the peace of the house, not just to cook!"
Feeling looked down upon, Hestia gnashed her teeth in anger, declaring her noble status.
"After all, I am one of the twelve gods of Olympus. If that girl Athena can teach you, why can't I teach you too?"
"How can that be possible! Not to mention Athena, even her father, the God King, would have to go hungry nine times in three days if he offended you!"
Seeing that Hestia was about to get angry, Lorne quickly gave her a compliment with a big smile on his face.
That’s more like it!
When Hestia heard this, the anger in her heart suddenly subsided a lot. Her expression gradually changed from gloomy to bright. She hummed softly and took the initiative to speak.
"If you have any questions about the ascension from demigod to god, you can ask me."
Having said that, Hestia changed the subject and found a legitimate reason.
"Of course, I am making an exception and answering your questions because you just saved everyone on Crete."
"Yes, yes, I will definitely cherish this opportunity."
In this regard, Loen of course chose to see through it but not to say anything. He nodded in agreement repeatedly and took this rare opportunity to ask for advice from the eldest sister of the God King's family.
"Then how should a demigod be promoted to a god?"
"To be honest, this is not an easy task..."
When it came to the point, Hestia's once gentle and graceful image suddenly changed, her temperament became serious and earnest, and she answered in detail.
“Strictly speaking, there are roughly two types of gods in this world:
One is born as a god. Because of their own nature or bloodline, they often inherit a certain essence and rules of the [world] at birth, and naturally possess [power]. They can easily touch the [great source] that is the origin of everything.
One is to become a god later. They are mortals who complete their own transformation and upgrading through the accumulation of blood, cultivation, achievements, and the collection of faith, and finally walk out of their own path and realize their own [power]..."
Lorne nodded secretly while taking it seriously.
In fact, to put it bluntly, there are gods born from nature and gods created by humans.
And this is exactly in line with the law of development of mythology.
Primitive culture initially worshipped the sun, moon, stars, sky, earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and all other mysterious forces and existences from nature.
But with the development of the times and the evolution of civilization, agriculture, forging, war, wine, marriage, wealth and other divine powers different from nature were born, and mortal life would therefore have a possibility of ascending to become a god.
Of course, the bulk of the new theocracy will still be divided among the original gods.
For example, the reason why the twelve Olympian gods were able to defeat the twelve Titans who represented the natural divinity was because they seized the new divine power that possessed social and civilization attributes.
In the end, as history goes, the divinity of civilization representing progress overwhelmed the divinity of nature representing barbarism, and achieved the glory of Olympus.
At this moment, Hestia paused, her eyes filled with emotion.
“As far as I know, the vast majority of gods are born as gods, but their strength varies greatly, with the upper and lower limits differing greatly.
For example, the sun god, the goddess of dawn, the Muses, these pure-blooded descendants of Titans, the three thousand river gods offspring of Oceanus and Thesis, and the countless nymphs of forests and swamps, these are all gods, but the level of each class is very different.
The strong ones are feared by even the main gods, and the weak ones are bullied by powerful demigods and may even become food for monsters...
Even if a weak person wants to become stronger, it is often difficult to break through the boundaries of blood.
Therefore, being born as a god is a blessing, but it often limits their potential for development. "
Lorne rolled his eyes and snorted, interrupting the Versailles of this vested interest.
"Come on, the same problem exists for species with mortal bodies, and it's probably even more serious."
Upon hearing this, the Stove Goddess thought about it seriously, recalled the descendants of God's blood that were blooming all over the world and the many ordinary people who were trapped in the suffering of birth, aging, sickness and death, and nodded helplessly.
"That's true. It's extremely difficult for a mortal to break through the limitations of blood, ignite the divine fire, and step into the realm of demigod. In comparison, we who are born as gods are indeed more fortunate."
"So, it is quite difficult for a mortal to become a god?" Luo En frowned slightly.
"It's not just difficult to walk, very few people can even walk through it! This kind of creature is extremely rare, and I estimate that there are no more than a dozen of them at most."
Hestia heard this and reiterated it seriously while counting on her fingers.
Then, in order to prevent Lorne from losing confidence, she slowed down her tone and comforted him again.
“However, once a mortal body breaks through numerous obstacles and successfully takes that step, its achievements will often exceed those of most natural gods.”
This is indeed...
Loen nodded, recalling the cases he knew of people who later became gods.
Hercules, the incomparable god of strength, Asclepius, the god of medicine who can revive the dead, and Dionysus, the god of wine who was originally one of the twelve main gods in history...
These beings who have become gods from mortal bodies, once they have taken that step, are basically top-level gods or even main gods.
The more he looked forward to the future, the more curious Loen became.
"So what is the difference between a demigod and a god?"
“Immortality!”
Hestia answered solemnly, and then added carefully.
"Strictly speaking, it's only the body that's immortal, and the soul is still fragile. As long as the divinity is indestructible, this vessel, which serves as a carrier of the divinity, can constantly repair itself in a specific environment. And if you want to completely kill a god, it becomes quite complicated and difficult, and often requires weapons with the [God-killing] property, or special techniques to do it."
"What about the Lord God?"
"immortal!"
Hestia answered subconsciously and added a thoughtful supplement.
"At that time, both their bodies and souls were connected to the origin of the world. They would not age or die easily, and were almost invulnerable."
But then, the stove goddess waved her hand and brought the topic back on track.
"These are things you will need to consider later. For now, you only need to think about how to complete the upgrade from a demigod to a god."
"So what should I do?"
"Use divine fire to forge divinity, refine the godhood, and engrave your own laws in it."
After stating the method, Hestia looked seriously at Lorne in front of her and spoke sincerely.
"But before that, I suggest you first clarify the path you want to take."
After a brief silence, the stove goddess pursed her lips and gave a serious reminder.
"To be honest, I think that although the God of War is powerful, most of it has been divided up by Athena and Ares. Even if you succeed in upgrading, I'm afraid you can only become their subordinate god. This may not be your first choice."
Ron heard the concern and sincerity in Hestia's words, and couldn't help but frown and fell into deep thought.
Indeed, with Ares and Athena around, there wasn't much war theocracy left. Plus, when the Olympian gods came down to earth to help their respective city-states in battle, they would occasionally show off the war-related theocracy. Even if there was any of this stuff left, it would probably be just leftovers.
Moreover, there are too many gods eyeing the theocracy of war, and the risk of trying to pry it away is probably extremely high.
Of course, there is the most important point.
——Choice is sometimes more important than hard work.
If you choose an authority that is not suitable for you and upgrade it, even if you succeed in transforming into a god by chance, it will be difficult for you to take the second step and become the main god.
Not to mention, the person he will challenge in the future is the King of Gods Zeus.
As his thoughts surged, a somewhat confused Loen stood at the crossroads of fate, not knowing what to choose for a moment.
"Can't figure it out?"
Hestia next to him seemed to notice Lorne's confusion, and she smiled and stretched out her hand to pull him up, then dragged him to the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city of Knossos under the night sky.
“Huh…”
Luo En was puzzled and subconsciously wanted to ask the reason.
"Hush, don't be impatient, the time is almost up, listen carefully, watch carefully..."
Hestia immediately raised her hand to interrupt, her voice serious and low,
Perhaps influenced by this solemnity, Lorne remained silent and followed Hestia's gaze.
Under the dark night, the whole city fell into silence like a sleeping baby.
And in this dark land, Olympus stands alone, covered in starlight. The eternal sacred fire burns quietly in the temple of the gods, heralding the immortal splendor and glory.
only--
This kind of greatness is too far away from mortals;
This sublime is empty and without substance;
This kind of strength is only for the sake of selfish desires and ambitions...
Even though they have entered immortality and glory, the cold and lonely background of the universe remains the same for thousands and tens of thousands of years.
That’s it?
Just when Luo En was feeling somewhat disappointed, the fiery red sun rose slowly, and the faint light of the morning sun pierced through the night sky and sprinkled on the earth.
The city, which was originally immersed in darkness, woke up from its cradle like a crying baby.
Wisps of smoke rose from the houses, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and the noise of children;
The vendors who went out set up their stands, displayed their wares, and shouted out their wares loudly, looking forward to today’s profits;
The farmer weeding outside the city, wiping the sweat off the vines that have sprouted new buds, is looking forward to the harvest next year.
The long sails at the port are blown, and the fishermen who are out to sea are casting their fishing nets in the fishing grounds that have returned to peace, eager for the gifts bestowed by the ocean...
The once boring and silent world is now filled with noise and bustle.
"Compared to the cold Olympus, I really prefer the life here..."
Hestia lay on the edge of the balcony, holding up her smooth chin, overlooking the pedestrians and neighbors coming and going on the street, with a pure smile on her face.
"Perhaps, this is why I chose to protect the divine power of the home and become the goddess of the hearth."
As they were speaking, the loud cry of a newborn baby was heard from a delivery room in the city.
"It's born! The baby from the Contanius family next door has been born! Come on, come with me to take a look, maybe we can get some snacks!"
Hestia was cheered up and immediately called out to Lorne, trotting downstairs, eager to share the joy of the birth of a new life.
Along the way, looking at the familiar faces and the crowds of people gathering towards the delivery room, filled with joy, Loen seemed to be infected and gradually raised the corners of his lips.
The laws of the universe are magnificent, and the glory of the gods is dazzling, but they are ultimately nothing more than cold, dead things, dull and useless.
Although human life is as fragile as a reed, we can still fight against the injustice and ruthlessness of the world with our passion for life and find the spark of laughter in the dark night of suffering.
No matter how powerful the gods are, they are nothing more than slaves of fate, but life that is truly worthy of respect should not be like this!
Even if one does not have the immortality comparable to that of the gods, the firmness to pursue the ultimate truth, or the power to grasp the origin, life should still be unique. There is no constant that can arbitrarily dictate the direction of life and erase all possibilities.
This is true for him, for others, and for the whole world.
No matter if it is the unblessed outlier or the humble mortal like an ant!
If the gods cannot give me this possibility, then I will give it to you personally!
Give dignity to life by enjoying the joy of life, and show the equality of life by making fun of everyone equally!
Hahahaha, humans, so short-lived, so fragile, and so inconvenient, have never been branded with a story of death and severance. Instead, they carry the love and hope that the gods desire but cannot obtain...
The stranger, who has always been separated from the world by a layer of membrane, smiled happily, showed a laugh from the heart, and expressed a sincere sigh.
"What a joy! Praise! This joyful life—!"
Lorne, who was walking forward, took the initiative to grab the hand in front of him, and in the joy and astonishment of Hestia, he laughed loudly and ran towards the new life on the wide road.
(End of this chapter)
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