Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The moment that punch was thrown, the heavens and earth changed color.

Countless silver fist shadows surged from his right fist like a meteor shower, the power of his cosmos erupting into thousands of fist shadows. Each punch carried a sonic boom, each punch condensed the willpower wielded by the peak of the sixth sense. The fist shadows intertwined in the air to form an overwhelming net of light, completely enveloping the massive body of the demonic boar.

—Not divine power, nor Hecate's magic? He was indeed a mortal, but was this the power of will?

The woman controlling the demonic pig from behind the scenes had a gleam in her eyes, and her expression became even more delighted.

The first punch shattered its fangs, the second punch pierced its shoulder blade, the third punch, the fourth punch, the tenth punch, the hundredth punch—each punch landed squarely, each strike containing the power to tear apart a mountain.

The demonic boar's body, reinforced by divinity, crumbled inch by inch amidst the torrent of fist shadows, half of it being evaporated by the subsequent fist force, and disintegrated amidst screams!

When the final punch landed, the demon boar was no more.

Only a deep trench, several meters deep, remained where it had been, with wisps of smoke rising from the scorched earth, as if the earth itself had been scorched by a hundred meteor-like fists. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and scorched earth, and the silence of the end.

Tsuruga withdrew his fist and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. His golden eyes closed again, maintaining his current posture, and he slowly turned around—then he pushed off with all his might, as if there was a monster behind him that was even more terrifying than the demonic boar!

Run, run fast!!!

Use your brain. Do you think a woman who can create this thing to fish is easy to mess with?

run!!!!

Unleashing a burst of energy even more potent than if she were to kill that demonic boar, Tsugumi sprinted forward at supersonic speeds that could easily tear through the atmosphere!

The demonic boar wasn't a threat; that monster was just a minor problem. If he wasn't mistaken, the thing behind it was a million times more terrifying than any magical beast!

Dongjiang abruptly stopped in his tracks. Before him stood a stunning blonde beauty, smiling warmly at him, her breath sweet and fragrant. In that instant, Dongjiang felt his body stiffen, unable to move.

"Where are you going, my little rose?"

She approached with a cheerful smile, gently cupped Tsurugi's face in her hands, and then slowly pushed open his tightly closed eyelids.

The moment those golden eyes appeared, an expression of utter infatuation spread across her face. Then, her slender figure leaned in, pulling Tsurugi into her arms, and in the warmth of her fragrant breath, she spoke in a voice filled with love.

"Darling, you're mine now..."

"Mother, why am I living the Adonis story in this life...?" These were Tsurugi's last thoughts before falling into a coma.

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726. [Greek Mythology] Oh no, it's Adonis's script!

"The young hero never expected that the one who would lend a helping hand was not a weak and helpless woman, but a goddess."

"He selflessly helped the beautiful goddess and was rewarded by becoming her lover."

"What an enviable development, but he did not know that this was the first result of the weaving brought to him by Moros—the embodiment of destruction."

The moment she was struck by the pink light, Tsurugi immediately sank into a dreamless sleep, as still as when she was born and fell into the deepest part of the Styx River. Only the ancient, story-telling voice echoed in her mind.

Until that soft embrace, fragrant with roses and myrrh, enveloped him, his consciousness was extinguished like a candle flame blown out by the wind, quietly dying out before he could even utter a curse.

When he woke up, he had no idea how long he had slept. Perhaps it was a whole night, or perhaps it was ten days.

The first thing he sensed was the layer of fabric beneath his back, soft as clouds. The texture was unlike any ordinary wool or linen; it was a precious fabric he had never touched before.

He slowly moved his fingers, his fingertips sinking into the fabric, followed by an extremely soft and subtle sound.

Tsurugi didn't open his eyes. His sixth sense had already painted a picture of everything around him.

He was lying on an extremely large couch with golden pillars at the four corners. The tops of the pillars were carved into the shape of rosebuds, and in the center of each rosebud was a ruby ​​the size of a knuckle, which was emitting a warm glow.

The bed curtains were made of semi-transparent gauze, cascading down like a waterfall, swaying gently in a breeze that seemed to come from nowhere. The entire palace was decorated in gold tones, with the walls inlaid with patterns made of mother-of-pearl and pearls, depicting waves and birds, grapevines and irises.

On either side of the bed stood three young girls.

Their skin was honey-colored, their long hair was curly and flowing like seaweed, their bodies were slender, and their postures were graceful. The gauze they wore was almost transparent.

One of them held a golden platter piled high with fresh grapes and figs; another held a silver pot filled with amber-colored mead; and the third knelt beside the couch, holding a feather fan with gold trim, slowly fanning Dongjiang.

They remained silent, gazing at him with clear eyes, their smiles respectful and gentle, like loyal servants waiting for their master to awaken from his slumber.

Tsurugi lay there, taking it all in, and remained silent for a moment. Then he sighed softly.

"...I curse you, Fate Sisters."

He slowly sat up, his golden hair slipping from his shoulders and falling onto his bare chest. Looking down, he saw that his coarse linen robe was gone, replaced by a moon-white silk undergarment, thin and clinging to his body, almost no better than the clothes of those nymph fairies.

He raised his hand and touched his body. There were no wounds, no scars, and even the burn marks from the fangs had disappeared without a trace.

"Master, you're awake." The nymph holding the fan finally spoke, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's.

"Please have some fresh fruit. The goddess instructed that you be treated as if you were her."

Dongjiang did not take the grapes she offered. He simply sat there quietly, his eyes closed, sensing every inch of the palace.

Outside the palace was a beautifully manicured garden, planted with groves of roses and myrtles, where fountain droplets refracted rainbow colors in the sunlight.

Beyond the garden stretches a range of mountains and azure sea, with several magnificent ships moored on the water. Judging from its shape when viewed from above, this place should undoubtedly be the island of Cyprus.

Although Tsurugi sealed away the power of his past life, the knowledge was not erased from his mind.

He did know which Greek god Cyprus was the birthplace of.

But how should I put it? He was definitely relieved. Although the other party was also terrible, it was still better than the worst possible outcome, wasn't it?

What is the worst possible outcome?

The worst-case scenario is that the beautiful woman approaches you with a smile, then lifts her clothes and pulls out something even bigger than you, and you immediately pass out.

When he finally woke up, he was left standing there in excruciating pain, with a few eagle feathers or something similar still clinging to his body. A little while later, a person riding a cloud and throwing thunderbolts came to chase after him.

If that were to happen, Tsugumi would immediately flip the table and explode at these guys!!!

But since it wasn't the worst-case scenario, Tsugumi was relieved for the time being—or rather, he decided it was best to enjoy life while he could!

"Then bring it up!"

Dongjiang lay back down and waved his hand lazily at the beautiful maids around him.

The best food, the best offerings, and even celestial delicacies and honey wines were available for enjoyment.

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Given the current situation, what else could Tsuruga possibly say?

Since we're already here, we can't treat ourselves badly!

—I won't stand on ceremony, get a bigger cup!!!

The container was filled with honey-colored liquid, and Tsurugi drank the gods' treasure without any hesitation.

Although it's called mead, it's not actually wine. It's a natural substance produced by the earth, brought to the gods of Olympus by pigeons.

It is the food of the gods and the treasure of the earth. It is said that any mortal who drinks a sip of it will gain immortality.

Hmm, I wonder which is more potent, the peaches next door or the peaches next door.

But anyway, Tsurugi drank a whole bottle and didn't feel much, except that it tasted sweet and he probably felt that his inner universe was more abundant.

Then, for the next three days and three nights, Dongjiang just lazed around and enjoyed himself.

You ask him why he doesn't run away? He's not that stupid. If he doesn't win over the mistress of this place, there's no point in escaping.

Moreover—you'd be hard-pressed to find a better place on Earth to just sit around doing nothing, and even if we take a step back and consider the worst-case scenario…

Although the three 'maids' beside her were dressed very modestly, Tsugumi had already recognized their identities.

Aglaia, Euphrodite, and Thalia are goddesses who preside over the beauty of life and the pleasures of feasting.

They couldn't possibly let Tsurugi escape like that, even if Tsurugi could deal with them—gods were actually quite worthless in Greek mythology, to put it bluntly, as common as stray dogs.

But what's terrifying isn't the Three Graces, but their mistress.

After three days of blissful enjoyment, Dongjiang finally met the true owner of this place.

Footsteps came from outside the hall. The footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, like petals falling on the water, but Dongjiang's sixth sense caught them, along with the overwhelming fragrance that followed.

The scents of musk and honey, tuberose and myrrh, rose and golden apple blend together to create an alluring fragrance that could make even the gods swoon.

The palace doors opened wide, and the golden figure gracefully entered.

Compared to when they first met, the woman's long hair had now turned a fiery red, cascading down her back and shoulders to her waist, with slightly curled ends that swayed gently with her steps, like a fiery maple leaf.

She changed into a deep purple robe, the fabric of which was equally light and thin, outlining every inch of her curves in a just-right way.

From her neck to her waist and legs, every curve was perfect. Her shoulders were rounded and smooth, and a teardrop-shaped pearl lay deep in her collarbone, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

After she stopped pretending, Aphrodite's beauty was revealed in its most perfect form—a beauty that defies description, for the embodiment of beauty inevitably produces a perfect face that you cannot refuse.

If there's one thing that can be certain, it's perhaps only her eyes—light violet eyes that seem to hold stars when they move. She gazes at Tsurugi, her eyes filled with an almost obsessive tenderness and possessiveness.

"My red rose,"

She spoke softly, her voice like velvet soaked in mead, each syllable carrying a captivating warmth.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying the happiness I bring you, my love."

She walked straight to the bed without asking for permission or not noticing the respectful bowing of the goddesses on either side. She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her arms, and pulled Tsugumi into her embrace.

The embrace was incredibly tight; her left arm encircled his shoulder and back, her right hand cradling the back of his head, pressing his face against the crook of her neck. Her body temperature was slightly higher than normal, her skin soft and fragrant, the scent seemingly permeating his skin, flowing into his blood, attempting to plant a seed of desire within his pulse.

She lowered her head, her red hair brushing against Dongjiang's cheeks and ears. Her cool lips pressed against his forehead, gently placing a kiss on his forehead, then on his brow, and then down to his eyelids. The movements were natural and practiced, like a loving mother kissing a child she had lost and found.

"My child, you like this very much, don't you?" Her breath was sweet and her warm whisper was like a mother comforting her child.

"Do you like me to love you like a mother?"

Oh no, this woman has found Dongjiang's weakness!

Yes, as expected of the goddess of love and desire, she immediately found the attribute to target Tsugumi!

However, Tsurugi managed to restrain himself. Although he really liked this type, as long as the goddess's power had no effect on him, these allurements were not enough to bewitch him.

"I still don't understand—what is it about me that you like?" Tsurugi said helplessly, resting her head on the soft pillows.

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The red-haired man didn't speak, but instead rubbed his eyes open, gazing at those pure gold eyes, eyes that seemed to possess a sacredness that didn't exist in this world, with a mixture of fascination and joy.

"You're so beautiful, my darling," she whispered in his ear, her voice filled with an almost morbid longing.

"You're so beautiful, so beautiful that I can't help but want to hide you away, hide you in the deepest, most secluded garden, where no one can find you..."