Chapter 33 Twitching Face

Deep in the jungle, near the center, there is a beautiful lake.

The water of the lake is as clear as a mirror, and looks magnificent under the reflection of the setting sun and sunset.

Pandora was sitting by the lake, her clothes were thin, her smooth white feet were dipped into the lake water, and the water splashed from time to time.

She suddenly stretched out her slender fingers and pointed them in the air.

The sunset and sunset reflected in the lake disappeared, replaced by everything in the world.

After looking at half of the payment, she shook her head in disappointment.

"I thought that the newly born god would bring changes to mankind, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a war-loving lord."

"Zeus and Hera were so kind to him, allowing a child who knew nothing to get involved in faith."

"It should be said that he is worthy of being the heir conceived by the two of them."

Not wanting to see a bloody war, Pandora stood up. The swaying water smoothed the scene in the lake, and the setting sun and sunset were reflected in the lake again.

She walked barefoot on the shore of the lake, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the shade of the trees on her thin and transparent clothes. She looked like the warm and hospitable but ignorant forest fairy in mortal imagination.

Next to the lake is the village, which was planned and built by Pandora and her husband Epimetheus.

Pandora remembered that when she first came here, this place was still in ruins, and her husband, as a god, lived in a dilapidated thatched house.

Now there is no sign of the dilapidation that it once had.

She walked in the village with her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of the evening breeze.

Pandora is familiar with every plant, tree, brick and stone here, and she is not afraid of falling at all.

In fact, even she found it unbelievable that gods and mortals could not only become husband and wife, but also get along so harmoniously.

But in her husband Epimetheus, she did not find the sense of alienation between gods and mortals, and the two got along extremely harmoniously.

So Pandora was willing to bear children with him.

The child's name was Pyrrha, a girl who inherited the power of her father Epimetheus and the beauty of her mother Pandora, and was born to be a clever ghost.

What makes Pandora regretful is that because she is a mortal, the child is not born an eternal god, but just a demigod. She has always been a little grudge, and even occasionally blames herself.

There are many vacant houses in the village, which are all built for appearance. A family of three actually does not use them that much.

So only one room has lights reflecting out.

Pandora smiled. Her husband Epimetheus was a very attentive person. He would leave a light on no matter how late it was. Although this was not necessary, Pandora could feel his thoughts.

The conversation between husband and daughter could be heard in the house.

Pandora did not go in, she winked playfully: "I seem to have 'accidentally' revealed my daughter's little secret."

Inside the house, Epimetheus had a dark face and asked his daughter Pyrrha: "I haven't seen you all day today."

"Tell me, where did you go fooling around again?"

Pila felt a little guilty, she lowered her head: "I went to a friend's house to play."

Epimetheus's face turned even darker. Although he had already known everything because of his insight into the future, he was still a little uncomfortable when things actually came.

His tone increased unconsciously: "Friends? How many friends do you have?"

"You are a big girl and you are not ashamed to go to Carlion's house all day long."

"I can't even tie up an ox."

Pila looked a little unconvinced: "Mother, she doesn't keep her word. She promised not to tell you."

She raised her head and wanted to argue, but immediately met Epimetheus's majestic gaze, and lowered her head unconsciously.

She whispered in a low voice: "If I were born as a god and had the power of a god, I would definitely stay far away from you."

"You are not enlightened at all."

But what she didn't expect was that Epimetheus suddenly became angry.

He asked Pyrrha sternly: "Who are you blaming?"

"Is it me? Or is it your mother?"

"Are you blaming us for not giving you the identity of a god?"

"Or are you ashamed of not having the power of a god?"

Knowing that she said something she shouldn't have said, Pila quickly made up for it. She explained in a panic: "Father, that's not the case..."

She seemed to have thought of something, and her mood became obviously depressed.

"But Father, if I were born a god, I would no longer have to worry about the future."

"Because I will never grow old or die. I have a long enough time to spend just to do a simple thing that makes me feel happy."

"You know what, father."

"Actually, I really envy you and mother. You both have eternal life and can be together forever."

"But I can't do that with Deucalion. I know he loves me very much, but I don't dare to ask for more."

"I'm afraid of facing myself when I get older and look ugly. I feel like I'm not worthy of him."

After saying this, Pyrrha choked up.

Epimetheus sighed. He felt that his daughter seemed to have grown up a little, and had her own little secrets and worries.

He turned around, not wanting his daughter to see his less majestic side.

He turned his back to Pyrrha and said: "If you are only worried about such insignificant things, then there is no need."

"I have been prepared for a long time."

Pila wiped her eyes: "Father, you don't have to lie to me. There have always been only gods who were born eternal. There is no precedent for mortals to become gods."

Epimetheus snorted: "Look at your unsatisfactory look."

"How many years have you lived, how many things can you know?"

"The absence of precedent does not mean the absence of methods."

"Hephaestus, the God of Fire, has long left a shortcut for mortals to become gods at the root of the flame."

"Although this shortcut is too dangerous for mortals, it is too slow for gods."

"But I have friendship with Hephaestus. I just need to bring two treasures to Lemnos Island to say something good to you."

"Is it difficult to add a shortcut on top of the shortcut?"

Pyrrha couldn't believe it: "Hephaestus? The divine craftsman Hephaestus? The only ugly person among the gods?"

"Does he have this ability?"

Epimetheus turned and looked at her seriously: "You'd better not be rude to a powerful god."

"And never underestimate the power of a powerful god."

"You have to understand that if Hephaestus cares about what you said and comes knocking."

"I can't stop him at all."

"At that time, not only you, but also your mother and I will be pushed to the ground."

Pyrrha explained: "I don't mean to offend, but it's hard to imagine that such a notorious god has the power to turn decay into magic."

"Father, you may not know that his marriage to the goddess of beauty Aphrodite has been spread among the gods. He is now synonymous with weakness."

Epimetheus sighed: "Pyrrha, sometimes your eyes and ears can't be trusted. You can't just believe what others say."

"You should make your own judgment."

"You have to know that there are very few things in the world that can restrain powerful gods of the first level. Except for the six great gods who are above us, they are synonymous with invincibility."

"Your opinions, your suspicions, and your slanders are nothing more than the barking of incompetent wild dogs, and they are bubbles that are about to collapse."

"Between powerful gods, some things will never be revealed, but the bottom line and attitude have been there from the beginning."

"No one can cross it."

"Just like the couple Zeus arranged the marriage between Hephaestus and Aphrodite, just like Hephaestus letting Aphrodite do whatever she wanted, just like Aphrodite would never do anything no matter what she did.

In the name of Hephaestus's wife."

Pila was thoughtful, a smile appeared on her pear-shaped face: "I understand, father."

She was suddenly curious: "Father, which level are you at, weak divine power or medium divine power?"

Epimetheus rolled his eyes: "So you don't live up to expectations. You have been with me day and night for so long, and you can't even find out my bottom line."

"If your husband and I get into a fight in the future and you try to sidestep me, I don't know how to lose to you."

Pyrrha was happy: "How could such a thing happen? But don't worry, father, with me watching, Deucalion would never dare to do this."

Epimetheus turned his head when he heard this, his face twitching.
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