It's better when they're brainless, makes them easier to fool. If they're too smart, what's Eros supposed to do?
He was planning to wring something useful out of these well-known Titans from the divine pantheon. But if they were too clever, things could get tricky.
After thinking for a bit, Eros came up with a plan.
He fully unleashed the [Beast King's Nest], releasing all of the beast factors inside him, transforming into the monstrous [Beast 666], a fusion of 666 different animals.
Then, using the abyssal brand, he concealed his presence.
"Crius, wake up. I'm from the cosmos, no, I'm Typhon, son of Gaia. I've come to save you."
It was Eros's first time using this transformation, and he found it rather amusing. He controlled his massive body and let out a low, guttural roar.
The mountainous Crius jolted awake and stared in horror at the grotesque creature in front of her.
"What the hell is that?!"
If not for hearing Eros's declaration just now, she would've kicked him halfway across Tartarus on instinct.
The form of this [Beast 666] was truly sanity-draining, even more absurd than the hundred-headed, hundred-armed Typhon. But since it did look like something her dear mother Gaia might cook up, Crius restrained herself.
"Crius! Are you mocking me, the child of Gaia and Tartarus, the Father of Monsters, the one destined to defeat Zeus?!"
If you're going to act, commit fully. Eros bellowed with righteous indignation.
"Oh, so you do want to fight?"
Crius scratched her head. To be fair, that had been her first instinct. He wasn't wrong about the insult part, either.
Eros looked up at the mountain-sized Titan whose face practically had the words "dumb muscle" stamped on it and hesitated.
"Damn."
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing. I have more important matters to attend to. I'm not gonna waste time arguing with you."
He quickly changed the subject. Don't be fooled by their similar sizes—Eros's form looked fierce but was hollow inside. His normal human form could probably fight better.
"Oh? Then why are you here?"
Now that fighting was off the table, Crius dropped her fists.
"Zeus is a tyrant. Mother Gaia sent me to rescue you all so we can work together and overthrow him."
"And once we win, we'll all take turns ruling as king. Doesn't that sound great?"
Crius might be dumb, but the idea of escaping Tartarus made her eyes light up. What little brain she had was already on the fritz.
"What? You can get me out of here? I'll do anything!"
If a cute, innocent little girl had said that, Eros might've been thrilled.
But Crius was a towering, jacked female Titan. Hearing her say that just made Eros think her brain was completely fried.
Now, Oceanus—he had great proportions and made for a proper "big rig."
But Crius? She was just a beefy muscle-head. Eros felt like he was scamming the village idiot.
"Don't worry. That's exactly why I came."
"But Zeus erased all your traces from the surface world. Do you have any divine authority left, any sacred artifacts I could take with me to help get you out?"
She was one of the twelve original Titans. Surely she had some resources left?
"Eh? That little brat Zeus destroyed all my divine tools. I've got nothing left."
Crius scratched her head awkwardly. While the other Titans played both sides and hid their trump cards, she was the only one dumb enough to bet everything on Cronus.
She had charged in with all her belongings and came out with not even a pair of pants left.
Literally. She was broke in every possible sense. No wonder Zeus threw her in here. She was too useless—and too loyal to Cronus—to be left free where someone might exploit her.
Eros still refused to give up.
"Well... can you at least bless me with some leftover divine power?"
"My powers and divine office were also stripped away by that little brat. All I've got left is this Titan body."
Seriously?! He'd run into a complete deadbeat!
Eros's enthusiasm began to fade.
If she were at least good-looking, he might've coaxed her into helping him cultivate.
But no—she was a muscular, broke fool. What a waste of effort.
Just as Eros was about to give up and leave, Crius suddenly slapped her forehead.
"Oh right! I might not have powers or tools left, but I still have my children!"
Wait... don't tell me she's gonna pull some trick where she gives him a kid to sneak out?
No need to go that far.
Beaming with excitement, Crius smacked her head again and launched three rays of light from her palm into Eros's body.
"These are the divine essences of my three children. After their identities were eroded, I reabsorbed them."
"Take them with you. You should be able to revive them on the surface."
Eros didn't even get the chance to respond before the [System] finally triggered.
[Offspring of Power]
[You have successfully deceived Crius and acquired the pure divine essence of three gods. You may choose to revive them or use them for another purpose.]
[Effect: You have obtained the divinities of Pallas, Perses, and Astraeus.]
What the hell? This is amazing! She was way more generous than expected!
Eros had only hoped to trick her out of a divine artifact or some leftover blessing.
Instead, Crius handed him the essence of three second-generation Titans. One of those names even sounded familiar.
He didn't know yet what exactly divine essence could do, but it was definitely something good.
"Don't worry, Crius. I swear I'll get you out of here!"
Clutching the three divine essences tightly, Eros promised with heartfelt sincerity.
"Mhm. Please hurry."
After giving those away, the glow around Crius dimmed noticeably.
Giving birth as a god wasn't free, you had to split off a portion of your own divinity.
Not all gods were like Oceanus, who had an entire ocean of divine power to distribute.
Eros responded quickly and respectfully, then maneuvered his [Beast 666] form out of Crius's sight.
In the unseen darkness beyond, Eros eagerly showed off his loot to Hera.
"Look at these. Think they're useful?"
"Not for you," Hera replied, shaking her head.
"If you try to fuse with them, the remnants of their consciousness will overwhelm you. You don't want to turn into someone else, do you?"
"But you could trade them to other gods. Some of them might be very interested."
Bottom line, scamming equals profit!
Eros used his microcosmic power to carefully seal the divine essences within himself, preventing any sudden fusion.
But then he noticed something odd, his own cosmos was getting strangely restless.
That had never happened before.
Eros sat down cross-legged and focused inward, fully immersing his mind in his inner cosmos.
The Seventh Sense wasn't just a power-up. It was the threshold for becoming a true Saint.
Only upon reaching this level could one fully comprehend the self, and the cosmic force sleeping within.
This idea of "consciousness" was simply a recognition of the "I."
Eros shut out all five senses, sinking entirely into his surging cosmos.
In that perception, the world faded. All that remained was the "I" and its cosmic energy.
He tuned in to the turbulent rhythm of his cosmos, and his awareness slowly began to drift outward through that vibration.
After drifting for an unknown amount of time, his senses touched upon something—someone.
A presence, faint but real, with its own cosmic power.
What was that?
Eros studied it closely.
After a long pause, he opened his eyes with an unexpected smile on his face.
"I've found a way to leave Tartarus."
"Although... I'm going to need a little help from you."
The way he looked at Hera gave her a very bad feeling.
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