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Chapter 250: A stubborn mindset leads to a double-edged sword (41k)

Chapter 250: A Stubborn Man Becomes a Double-Blocked Man (4.1k)

At this time, seeing that Lorne showed a thoughtful expression, Persephone spoke meaningfully to remind him.

"Don't explore too much secrets that you can't grasp, because it may harm you."

"I don't want to, but there are some things that have to be done."

Lorne came back to his senses after hearing the voice, smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to pull down one shoulder, revealing the faint black ring-shaped mark on his chest.

The Wheel of Hecate, the mark planted on him by the goddess of the underworld after she made a bet with him.

And as the collection of the twelve divine powers was gradually completed, the reaction of this mark to him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger...

The uneasiness in the dark made Lorne dare not continue to complete the collection of the divine powers. He chose to postpone the battle of wits and courage with the twelve main gods of Olympus, and came to the underworld first to try to explore the truth, hoping to find some useful clues and chips.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Persephone was shocked.

"Are you going to [mature]? So soon!"

"[Mature]?"

Lorne was stunned when he heard this, his face was stunned.

The Queen of the Underworld was silent for a moment, looked at Lorne in front of her, and let out a long sigh.

"Yes, it means literally, your [fruit] will soon be [harvested]."

Lorne thought about it, his eyes flickered.

"Are you talking about the [possibility] in me?"

Persephone nodded and asked thoughtfully.

"Do you remember I told you before, who was the first child to inherit this possibility?"

"Polos, the son of the original goddess of wisdom Metis."

"What was the priesthood he was supposed to inherit?"

"The Goddess of Opportunity?"

"What about my godmother? What is her most essential divine power?"

"In the world of gods, Hecate represents a factor of chance, adding a little luck. Zeus and the three goddesses of fate pull out the inevitable thread, and they can predict how time will run; and Hecate puts a little lubricant on the gears, leaving some unpredictable room, so that the world will run more smoothly. Her privilege is not limited by fate... [Chance Possibility]?"

Lorne murmured the record about Hecate that he had found in the library of the Temple of Memory before, and then a thunderbolt flashed in his mind,

"Polos and Hecate have the same divinity!"

Opportunity is actually a kind of accidental possibility, and the essence of the two is similar.

Hearing that Loen had understood, Persephone nodded slightly and asked meaningfully.

"What would happen if two gods with the same divine power came into contact?"

Loen thought of the night when Hecate was drooling over him in the tent, and his heart shuddered, and his throat was a little dry.

"She wants to eat me?"

Since the birth of the gods, the expansion of divine power and the competition for divinity have never stopped, and there are countless examples of mutual devouring.

Zeus overthrew the rule of Kronos, sat firmly on the position of the king of gods, devoured Metis, and possessed the original wisdom;

Apollo recruited the nine Muses as subordinate gods, mastered the prophetic power ceded by the goddess of memory, and took away the sun chariot driven by Helios, and took the power of the sun into his pocket;

Oceanus, the god of rivers and ocean currents, broke the gold coins of the old sea god Pontus, and only then did he have the power to sit on the ocean. After the Titan War, Poseidon successfully usurped the divine power, and the throne of the Sea King changed hands...

All these things, one by one, all reminded Lorne of his dangerous situation at the moment.

Since they share the same divine nature, he is undoubtedly a delicious meal for Hecate.

But even though he understood where Hecate's covetousness for him came from, Lorne was still a little puzzled.

"If that's the case, why didn't you swallow me early?"

"Because, [seeds] need to go through the process of flowering and fruiting before they can harvest sweet [fruits]."

Persephone sighed, looked up at Lorne, and spoke softly.

"The original Polos died before he was born, and my little Zagreus was born and died again. Although they all inherited this [seed], they no longer exist before the seed sprouted and grew. Only you are still alive..."

Hearing the reminder from the Queen of the Underworld, Lorne understood in his heart.

He finally understood why Hecate had kept him as a baby under Zeus's nose, promised to provide him with convenience and early protection, and played a [gamble] with him to shake the power of the gods of Olympus.

The reason was simple. The appearance of his bug caused the future god of wine Dionysus to be born prematurely, so the suspicious Zeus killed him.

Hecate found that the third sowing had failed. She wanted to recover the seed representing [possibility] and make a new round of plans, but she found that she was still an alien in the baby's body.

So, the goddess of the moon chose to go with the flow and let him inherit the [possibility] and become the soil for the growth and development of the [seed].

In addition, in order to provide nutrients for the [seed], Hecate also made a bet with him to overthrow the destiny order of Olympus.

Because, as long as Loen himself continued to use [accidental possibility] to pry [inevitable destiny], it would bring about changes again and again.

Then accordingly, the power of "chance" in this world will increase, and the "seed" of possibility in him will be watered and grow rapidly.

If one day he uses this power to become the [God King] and completely rewrite the order set by the three goddesses of fate and Zeus, then it is equivalent to the [seed] growing into a new [world tree], with the authority to control the fate of all things.

However, this future is too uncontrollable for Hecate, an investor.

On the one hand, Zeus and the three goddesses of fate may not give him a chance to grow. Once the other party notices and attacks him, Hecate will lose more than the gain;

On the other hand, if he really grows into the [God King], it is not certain who will eat whom between him and Hecate.

Therefore, for various reasons, Hecate should not wait until that time to choose to harvest the [fruit].

And according to the reaction of the goddess of the moon before, the most likely [harvest] time is-he becomes the main god?

Thinking of this, the twelve-sided dice with nine sides lit up appeared in Luo En's mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

——Accidental dice, inevitable fate...

It turns out that the second round of gambling has been going on since the conversation on the God of War Mountain.

——If I lose, the trajectory of destiny has been pried open by me one after another, and your [Chance] power has also been indirectly enhanced. At most, you can take advantage of Zeus and the three goddesses of fate to deal with me, reshuffle the cards, and carry out the next [sowing];

——If I win, successfully advance to the main god, you can swallow up the mature and strong [Chance] in me, so that you have the capital to fight against the three goddesses of fate...

After all, you won't lose no matter how you play, right?

Realizing that he had not been able to escape the calculations of the master from beginning to end, Luo En suddenly felt a headache.

This is good, when I came out to the underworld to ask for directions, I went from being stubborn to being blocked at both ends

If I lose, I will be dealt with by Zeus and the three goddesses of fate;

If I win, I will be swallowed by Hecate...

How to play this? Play a fart!

Luo En thought for a moment, and looked at the queen of the underworld opposite with a flickering eye, revealing a touch of sincerity and solemnity.

"If possible, I would like to visit the Elysian Garden before leaving."

Persephone was silent for a moment, her eyes swept across the black mark on Lorne's chest, and she spoke slowly.

"Tomorrow, I will come out to entertain my godmother."

Lorne was delighted when he heard this, and nodded in understanding.

"Thank you!"

"No, I am also considering Melinoe. If you are alive, she will not follow the old path of Zagreus."

Persephone shook her head lightly and said frankly, then looked at her still ignorant daughter lovingly, reluctantly withdrew her eyes, and waved to the two of them.

"Okay, I will send a message to my godmother tonight and make some preparations by the way. Just in case, you'd better not stay here overnight."

"Well, please rest assured, I will take good care of Melinoe."

Lorne hurriedly nodded solemnly, pulled Melinoe up and walked out the door.

"Take care of yourself too..."

A faint groan came from behind him. Lorne paused slightly, nodded gently, then grabbed Melinoe's arm, disappeared, and strode out of the garden.

In the empty and deserted hall, the Queen of the Underworld, sitting at the dining table, looked at the two figures that were gradually moving away in the gray fog for a long time, a long time...

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By the banks of the Styx, Melinoe looked back at the garden hidden in the gray fog and murmured hesitantly.

"In fact, staying in the underworld, there is nothing wrong with not worrying about food and clothing every day, and there are so many people serving you."

"If this place is really like what you said, will your mother do everything possible to send you away?"

Lorne snorted and asked back, rolled his eyes at Melinoe who was wavering, and groaned.

"If you don't want to embarrass them, just follow me honestly. When you have the strength and can control your own destiny in the future, it won't be too late to come back."

"Well..."

Melinoe nodded, said no more, and stood aside and waited quietly.

It's OK. Persephone has not raised you in vain these days, and I have not taught you in vain...

Lorne secretly gave the goddess of conspiracy a qualified evaluation in his heart, then retracted his observation, followed the sound of the splashing water, and looked at the ferry slowly approaching in the thick fog.

"It's you, long time no see."

Charon, the god of the Styx, looked at his old acquaintance Lorne on the shore, showed an extremely friendly smile, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Lorne immediately raised his hand with understanding, took out a long garden golden branch and threw it to Charon, smiling and speaking.

"This is the boat fare for both of us."

Charon hurriedly took the garden golden branch that exuded a strong breath of life, put it in front of his nose, greedily absorbing the freshness, and his shriveled flesh and blood and decayed old state suddenly emerged with a trace of vitality.

Taking advantage of the gap when the god of the Styx began to suck, Lorne pulled Melinoe on the shore onto the ferry.

"Let's start the boat, the old place."

"Okay, both of you sit tight, we'll be there soon!"

Hearing the generous customer behind him speaking, Charon quickly stuffed the remaining half of the garden golden branch into his own small treasury, raised his hand to hold up the long pole, steered the ferry, and headed straight for the lower reaches of the Styx.

On the way, in order to kill time, Loen casually asked about Sisyphus's recent situation.

When he heard this name, Charon gnashed his teeth and couldn't help but start to complain.

"This bastard is really a piece of shit! He agreed to add more money, but he didn't give me a penny after returning!"

"Isn't the god of death who is responsible for supervising Sisyphus's imprisonment your brother? At most, you can ask him to help collect the debt."

"Don't mention it. I don't know what's wrong with Thanatos. He was imprisoned by that kid for so long, but he was not angry at all. Not only did he turn a blind eye to that kid pushing the stone, but he also brought him wine from time to time. That was the secret wine used to worship the gods in the annual sacrifice. I haven't even tasted it a few times!"

Charon became more and more angry, and his red eyes wanted to spit fire.

Because the Greeks feared death, the gods of the underworld were rarely worshipped.

In addition, the underworld was full of death and there was a shortage of living things, so the supply of wine was naturally very scarce.

Only when the annual sacrifice came, the gods of the underworld could get some public offerings including wine under the unified distribution of the goddess of the hearth Hestia.

Among them, the secret wine originated from Crete and was brewed by the priests of the Dionysian Church to worship the gods. It is very popular in the underworld.

Because there is no specific divine power, Charon can't get much every year, so naturally he hates Thanatos's wasteful behavior.

Listening to the criticism of the Styx Ferry God, Loen smiled meaningfully.

"Maybe, these wines are for Thanatos himself?"

Charon looked puzzled: "He wants to treat himself? Why? Sisyphus, that bastard, locked him up for half a year! He was fooled and still wanted to treat people. Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Loen glanced at Charon and asked lightly: "Thanatos has been locked up for so long. After being released and returning to his post, will his power of death be affected?"

Charon thought about it, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"It seems not?"

After a moment, the Styx Ferry God frowned and added again.

"And it seems to be stronger!"

"That's the answer."

Loen's eyes flickered, and he answered in a deep voice.

"Death has always been something that people avoid talking about on earth. It has existed for a long time, but it is often easily ignored and has little reputation. But once [Death] deviates from the original fate trajectory, it brings unpredictable changes and leads to a series of problems, and people will think of the name of [Death].

Just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west day after day, no one will care.

But if one day it strikes and then rises again, people's attention to it will be unprecedentedly increased, and discussions and beliefs will arise from it. The power of death will naturally be enhanced."

Hearing Loen's groaning, Charon suddenly realized.

"Did Thanatos do it on purpose?!"

"Do you think a mere demigod can easily imprison a main god of the underworld for so long?"

Loen asked back, his eyes flickering with teasing.

"I think there is probably something going on behind these two."

Otherwise, this cannot explain where Sisyphus's fearless confidence comes from.

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