The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1170 - 1 Dedicated to the Art of the Human Body

Three years later, at War God Mountain.

The Great Temple, established on the mountain top, was bustling with activity once more.

In the early morning, Athena, Hera, Thetis, and Artemis walked out hand in hand, chatting and laughing as if they were four roses, nourished by rainwater;

In the morning, Atalanta, Helen, Medea, and Cainis, along with the Amazon Queen Hippolyta, reported on the current development of various city-states;

At noon, Hestia inquired about today’s menu, Themis came to discuss the enforcement of laws, and the Nine Muses entered to exchange their poetry and art;

In the afternoon, Circe and Hecate sought to understand the mysteries of the Lun Rune and the Ogan Tree Rune, deepening their understanding of the two Divine Era allies, Nordic and Celtic;

In the evening, the Nine Muses reported on various complex issues in the City of Athens, while the Gorgon Sisters updated the defense situation of War God Mountain throughout the day;

Only until deep into the night did the Great Temple bid farewell to all its visitors, entering a rare state of tranquility.

At this moment, if one could pass through layers of magical prohibitions into the inner sanctums of the Great Temple, they would discover that this structure, revered by the Greeks as a model of holiness and elegance, had long been reduced to a chaotic den:

Shreds of clothing, music manuscripts, disordered recipes, open codices, and various reports were scattered everywhere; marks of scratching, tearing, trampling, and bumping covered every corner of the room; the walls, door panels, ceiling, dining table, altar, and even statues didn’t escape a series of ravages.

Some were newly inflicted injuries, others were old scars from the past...

On a collapsed bed, a certain Origin God, deeply "cherished," leaned against a bedhead ruined beyond recognition, eyes hollow, cheeks sunken, hair disheveled like dry straw, resembling a mummified corpse drained of moisture.

However, despite the outward calmness resembling still water, Luo En’s heart was screaming furiously:

Thirty years!

This group of crazy women has tormented him for a full thirty years!

Which bastard is so vicious to have thought of making them craft a temple that alters the flow of time using the Time Authority they got from Orlog?

If I find out which genius came up with that lousy idea, I swear I’ll hang her up and whip her a thousand times!

And those Greek playwrights, once I get out, I’ll kill them all!

Instead of writing proper epics, they keep writing these "Slave Editions," "Father-Daughter Editions," "Teacher-Student Editions," "Mother-Son Editions"... constantly providing inspiration for those crazy women to torment me! freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"Eya~~"

Just as Luo En was venting in his mind, the tightly closed temple door was gently pushed open, and a graceful silhouette stepped inside.

Coming again?

Luo En’s heart shrank, instinctively recoiling, as a dull ache began at his waist.

"My lord, I’m on duty tonight, responsible for cleaning and tidying up for you..."

Hearing that cool and melodious voice reminiscent of a mountain spring, Luo En let out a sigh of relief, turning his gaze to the young lady whose outline and features were highlighted in the moonlight.

She had long golden hair, gently cascading down her back, shimmering with an enchanting luster under the sunlight. Her eyes were like a profound night sky, with blue pupils exuding mystery and wisdom. Her dense and long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings with each blink. Her elegant white gown gracefully draped down, adorned with intricate golden thread patterns at the hem. The dress design skillfully accentuated her body curves, showcasing her graceful posture without losing decorum. A bright gemstone was set at the neckline, contrasting with her fair skin, emitting captivating brilliance. Gold arm rings engraved with exquisite patterns adorned her arms, adding a touch of nobility.

"Oh, it’s you, Aglaea. You gave me a scare."

As he spoke, Luo En’s tense body gradually relaxed, nodding to indicate the lesser deity could go about her tasks.

Aglaea, Goddess of Radiance. One of the Three Graces in Greek mythology, she is the youngest sister, representing beauty, bounty, grace, and charm in life.

Of course, Luo En’s relaxation was mainly due to another reason.

This girl was almost the only one among those deities and goddesses who hadn’t partaken in ’sampling’ him.

Even her two sisters were led astray by the nightly debauchery of those crazy women, often having their fill during shifts.

To have someone capable of staying untainted amid such close relationships with deities and goddesses was nothing short of a miracle.

Therefore, whenever Aglaea was on duty, it was always Luo En’s most relaxed and safe time.

Receiving her Chief God’s nod of approval, Aglaea slightly raised her delicate hand, as strands of golden threads spread from the feet of the Goddess of Radiance, elegantly restoring the damaged items in the room like stitches mending the wounds of all things.

When the repairs reached the bed, Luo En tactfully got up.

Observing her Chief God’s outfit, now reduced to mere tattered fragments, and his skin marred with bruises and wounds, a trace of pity flashed in Aglaea’s eyes. Raising her hand, she retrieved several garments embroidered with gold thread from the Magic Circle Diagram and handed them over:

"My lord, this is your attire for tomorrow. I’ve sewn it for you; please try it on."

Moved by such thoughtfulness, Luo En couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude, quickly pulling out a moon-white toga from the ensemble to replace his ragged clothes.

It must be said, even a public version of traditional Greek attire, once sewn by Aglaea, could radiate a unique charm.

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