The Greece Antagonist

For half a month, the seas were calm and the winds gentle.

After the wild revelry and indulgence of the God of Wine Festival, the Minosians returned to their usual life trajectories, continuing in their respective roles.

The new shipping routes established by the old man of the sea, Nereus, were gradually put into trial operation, providing great convenience for the fleets of Crete Island.

With the cessation of hostilities, everything seemed to be developing in a positive direction.

"Snap!"

Atop the attic, Luo En closed a report he had dealt with, tossing it into an overflowing bamboo basket, flexing his somewhat stiff joints, his face weary and exhausted.

Owing to the battle on the coastline, King Minos's divine blood was exhausted, and his life entered a twilight state, currently hanging on by a magic potion and sheer willpower, not bearing further strain.

Thus, Crete Island entered a long period of the monarch being offline.

Having no choice but to handle the burdensome tasks was Luo En, who was reluctantly pushed into action.

Luckily, first, there was the experienced high priestess—Princess Ariadne—to assist him, second, Goddess Athena would occasionally impart her wisdom, and third, his own quick learning and resilient body...

Gradually, King Minos, Princess Ariadne, and Goddess Athena not only put their minds at ease but also their hands, offloading all the big and small troubles onto him.

As a result, Luo En faced piles of reports daily since his return from the sea hunt.

This subtly gave him a sense of the bygone days of working 9-9-6...

Indeed, the old saying proved true.

—As long as one can endure hardship, there will be an endless supply of it.

Thinking of the top three of Crete Island, one offline, one slacking, one running off... Luo En couldn't help but feel indignant, directing his annoyance at the very cause of his overtime.

—Poseidon, damn you!

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"Achoo!"

At the same time, a bearded middle-aged man blending in with the crowd let out a loud sneeze.

—He was a burly man, with muscles coiled like serpents, a high nose, and deep-set eyes, his eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. Even walking among the throngs, he had an aura that set him apart, eliciting an involuntary respect and fear.

Unknowingly, a few meters around him became a void where no one dared to approach.

A moment later, the bearded middle-aged man regained his senses, realizing he was attracting too much attention. He immediately sealed off the leaking aura from his body, trying to look like an ordinary middle-aged fisherman.

Noticing the passersby still avoiding him unconsciously, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

A bunch of cowards, even the squids in the sea have more courage than you!

The fisherman, or rather, Poseidon in disguise, scoffed inwardly as he scanned his surroundings for his target.

Finally, after roaming several streets, he looked up at the Great Temple dedicated to the Minosians atop a hill, and at the three new statues of the lesser deities erected in the plaza, his eyes filled with burning envy.

To obtain this singular devotion, he had exhausted all his schemes, even involving his own son, only to inexplicably make a bridal gown for someone else.

Thinking of the recent defeats and humiliations, the anger in Poseidon's concealed fist grew harder.

Just wait, this isn't over!

As Poseidon brooded vengefully, a refined scent blew past him, bringing with it an implication as pure and white as seafoam.

The fisherman, who was really the God of the Sea, instinctively turned his head and couldn't help but see a cold and beautiful visage.

—She was a tall, cold beauty. Her purple hair, longer than knee-length, cascaded over her shoulders, shining with a brilliant luster as if alive with every step she took. Her astonishing waist-to-hip ratio was infinitely alluring and intoxicating. The otherwise simple white priestess's robe, when worn by her, only emphasized her seductive air and impeccable figure, involuntarily kindling a desire for conquest.

"Wait for us!"

Along with some discontented grumbles, two petite figures with the build of young girls squeezed through the crowd, chasing after the tall, cold beauty, habitually starting to mock and jeer.

"Medusa! You dummy, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Definitely showing off how she's taller than us, how her legs are longer!"

"I didn't..."

The purple-haired beauty turned around, trying to defend herself while her chest heaved with the motion, nearly hitting the faces of the two girls approaching head-on.

"Heh, it's just a few extra pieces of flesh, what's there to be proud of?"

"So heavy and tiring to carry, it's actually quite ugly..."

"We're the cute ones!" Your next read awaits at empire

"Exactly!"

The two flat-chested girls stood on either side of the tall, cold beauty, disparaging her zealously, then proudly placed their hands on their hips, like unmatched beauties surrounded by stars.

Tsk...

In the distance, observing the obstructed beauty, Poseidon in the crowd couldn't help but grimace, letting out a sound of disdain, his gaze roaming heatedly over the gorgeous figure.

Unfortunately, she didn't linger long on the street; standing at a stand, pondering over books, the cold beauty was dragged away by the two impatient flat-chested girls towards the hilltop.

"Let's go, let's go. Why buy those rotten books and wine? Isn't the temple full of them?"

Under the falling sunset, the silhouettes of one tall woman and two small girls, and the three statues in the square, reflected each other.

Amidst the crowd, Poseidon gazed from afar, his eyes flickering darkly, his heart growing fervently hot, as if a flame had been kindled by something.