Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 111 The Delicate Goddess Enters the Game with Her Body

When Philura returned to the sacred mountain, Cronus had not yet returned.

Philura breathed a quiet sigh of relief, guessing that Cronus must have suffered a setback outside the Underworld and was venting his anger on the Titans.

This is a new hobby that Kronos has developed over the past three years.

The Titans were severely weakened by the Law of Division, but they did not die, because the God of Laws cannot die.

Cronus remembered how his brothers and sisters had looked down on him and even humiliated him in his early years, so he did not imprison them all in the abyss of Tartarus, but let them roam in this increasingly desolate world.

Then, whenever Cronus was in a bad mood, he would go and cause them trouble, tormenting and humiliating them in every way.

The Titans could only hide and live in constant fear, never knowing when Cronus would find them or when they would be plunged into another round of endless torment.

As Cronus watched them grow increasingly fearful of him, he felt a surge of satisfaction at the pent-up resentment he had felt years ago when he was bullied.

Cronus is torturing Iapetus today.

The reason is simple: he was Prometheus's father.

Even though it was common knowledge that Cronus had a bad relationship with Prometheus, he didn't care about that. He would blame Iapetus for everything and ask why he had given birth to Prometheus.

Cronus only regretted that Prometheus's mother goddess and her twin brother Epimetheus had fled to the underworld long ago; otherwise, this moment would have been the perfect opportunity to vent his anger.

So, the disappointed Cronus could only intensify his torment of Iapetus in order to vent his anger.

Iapetus was in agony, unable to struggle or escape, and filled with regret.

When the goddess Nicolaes came to tell them to go to the underworld, Epimetheus immediately fled with his mother, while Iapetus simply ignored it.

At the time, He didn't think much of himself as a noble Titan, and now he's filled with regret.

But it's no use regretting it now; all I can do is grit my teeth and bear it.

By the time Cronus had finally vented his anger and managed to calm down, Iapetus was covered in wounds and looked like he was on his last breath.

Cronus didn't even bother to look at Him again, and turned back to the sacred mountain.

He desperately needs something else to distract him so that he can resist going to the underworld to kill all those damned guys.

Just as Cronus was pondering what he should do, he discovered that the temple was filled with delicacies, and Philura, dressed in a very thin veil, was waiting quietly.

Cronus frowned subconsciously, and after sitting down, he looked at Ferrura with a scrutinizing gaze.

Phileira was always gentle and submissive, and although she often tried to please Him, she had never made such a big fuss before.

Something unusual must be going on, and Cronus's suspicious nature made him instinctively feel that something was wrong.

Despite the scrutinizing gaze, Ferrura remained completely composed, her eyes open and honest, tinged with a hint of shy embarrassment.

"Your Majesty the God-King, you have returned."

"Filura, what are you doing?" Cronus asked, making no attempt to hide his suspicion.

"I lost my composure because of Chiron," Ferrura said softly, lowering her gaze. "Please, Your Majesty, do not despise me."

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"Now the ocean—there is no ocean anymore. I, I am separated from Your Majesty, and I can only die."

As she spoke, she pressed her soft body against him, trying carefully to please him.

Kronos lifted her chin and saw her slightly red eyes and the moisture welling up inside.

Philura was already beautiful, and this appearance made her look truly pitiful, even Cronus couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

In fact, he didn't think that what he had done before was too bad, and even felt that Ferrura's apology and flattery at this moment were only natural.

Because even before Chiron was born, Ferrura had said that it wouldn't matter if the child ate it.

So what's the difference between eating a newborn baby and eating a baby that's grown up?

On the contrary, it was Ferrura's disheveled state that made people feel ugly, disliked, and even disgusted, which was the most serious mistake.

Fortunately, Ferrura was clearly aware of her problem.

Cronus admired the passionate and proactive goddess before him, his gaze lingering on the glimpses of her white skin beneath her thin gauze dress, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Ferrura offered to pour him a glass of wine and serve him some exquisite dishes.

But Cronus showed no interest in these things and simply pulled Philura into his arms, one hand above the other.

Ferrura let out a muffled groan, a fleeting look of panic in her eyes. Her gaze swept over the mead that Cronus hadn't even glanced at, her expression showing a hint of resentment.

She tried to persuade Cronus to eat something first, but Cronus responded by tearing open her veil.

Clearly, Sleeve wasn't prepared to savor this delicious meal, because what interested him now was Ferrura herself.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him at all, and that further persuasion might alert Cronus, Philura gritted her teeth, raised the crystal-clear mead, and splashed it onto her chest.

The already thin gauze dress was instantly soaked through. Upon seeing this, Kronos raised an eyebrow, and his breathing became heavy.

He lowered his head almost without hesitation, licking the wine clean, and then smacked his tongue as if he wanted more.

Ferrura secretly breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to use the same trick again to trick her into continuing to drink.

But Cronus seemed to have discovered a very interesting new way to play, and directly picked up the bottle of fragrant mead, his divine power flashing slightly in his hand.

The bottle was empty in an instant. Before Ferrura could even realize what had happened, she felt a tightness and pain in her chest, as if something had been forcibly stuffed into it.

Kronos looked at the bulging white flesh in front of him and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he decisively lowered his head and began to suck hard.

The aroma of the wine instantly filled the air, and Cronus sucked out the wine he had personally poured in, drinking with great satisfaction.

Ferrura stared wide-eyed, completely unaware that things would develop this way. But seeing how happily Cronus was drinking, she didn't say anything more, and simply gently embraced the busy head.

Her movements were so gentle, yet the hatred in her eyes was so obvious.

Unfortunately, Cronus was so engrossed in the sweetness of the wine that he didn't notice.