The milk flowed into the throat continuously, warm and sweet, with an inexplicable
breath.
The baby sucked desperately, his mouth clamped like a vise. He was so hungry,
from birth to now, he had tossed such a big circle, and he didn't even drink milk, and at this moment he finally seized the opportunity, where would he be willing to
let go?
But as he drank, he felt that something had returned. 1r5Rp Strength.
The sense of power that gushed out from the depths of the heart was flowing all
over the body with the milk. My eyelids are not so heavy, my hands and feet can move, and even my brain is a lot clearer.
So he opened his eyes.
The light pierced in, a little shaky. He blinked, trying to adapt to the sudden light.
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Then he saw a mountain peak.
White, majestic, close at hand - mountain peaks.
The baby's mind went blank for a moment.
Before he could realize what was going on, a voice came from above his head:
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"Athena, look, this little thing has opened its eyes."
How to say the voice, with a little surprise, a little novelty, and a little
Inexplicable tenderness? The baby was still a little confused.
But this sentence was like a basin of cold water poured on his face. 1r5Rp
Athena?
Which Athena?
He was shocked, and his eyes, which were originally a little too lazy to open,
instantly widened.
His eyes crossed the snow-white mountain in front of him and looked towards the
direction of the voice. 1r5Rp
I saw a woman standing there.
Silver-gray eyes, heroic face, and long hair casually draped over the shoulders.
She stood like that, the morning breeze blew by her side, raising a few strands of
hair.
But those eyes, those silvery-gray eyes, were calmly looking down at him.
And gray symbolizes wisdom here, and that is indeed Athena, the goddess of
wisdom! 1r5Rp
"Yes, Mother Goddess." Athena spoke, "I saw it." "
She came over, stopped next to her, and looked down at the baby.
Mother Goddess.
The baby noticed the word. 1r5Rp
Mother Goddess.
That is to say -
His
gaze suddenly turned straight and landed on the snow-white mountain in front
of him, and then went up along the mountain, up, and up -
A face, 1r5Rp
A beautiful woman's face, looking down at him.
God Queen.
The goddess of marriage and childbirth.
Zeus's wife. (1r5Rp)
Hera——!!
The baby's mouth opened instantly.
The milk she hadn't swallowed yet dribbled from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and into her neck, soaking Hera's breasts.
It made her feel a chill.
"on! "1r5Rp
To prevent Hera from retaliating in the future, the baby even called out "Mom."
I haven't even grown any teeth yet, so I didn't bite you this time!
As everyone knows, although Hercules' name means "glory of Hera," Hera never regarded this boy as a source of glory. She repeatedly cast curses on Hercules, driving him mad, all in an effort to kill him.
child.
As for the reason, besides the fact that Hercules was an illegitimate child, it could also be that Hera was petty and narrow-minded at the time.
Kles bit Hera's breast when she was an infant. In short, a combination of various reasons led to Hera's...
The goal is to kill Hercules. (1r5Rp)
Hera was stunned when she heard that sound.
She looked down at the little one in her arms, at those wide-open eyes, at that face stained with milk...
Her small face, her lips trembling slightly with nervousness.
Then that "ma" drifted into her ears.
Hera felt as if something had struck her heart hard; she stared blankly down at the infant in her arms.
Son. 1r5Rp
The baby was looking at her too.
One big, one small, their eyes met.
A morning breeze blew past them, lifting a few strands of Hera's hair and brushing against the baby's cheek. It tickled.
The baby dared not move, and Hera did not move either. 1r5Rp
Athena stood aside, watching this scene with a strange sense of amusement.
"Mother Goddess," Athena spoke up at the opportune moment, "He is calling you. This newborn baby, who hasn't even learned to speak yet, can…"
Because of you, he uttered his first sound in this life—a testament to the maternal radiance emanating from you, which even such a young child could perceive.
arrive.
Hera snapped out of her daze.
She instinctively wanted to put on a stern face, to maintain the dignity of the goddess, and to say, "It's just a coincidence," but she found she couldn't.
Because the corners of her mouth were uncontrollably turning upwards.
She tried to suppress it, but couldn't.
Athena's words gently touched the softest spot in her heart. Hera was the goddess of marriage and childbirth, and motherhood was her essence.
It's part of her divine duty. Athena's compliment hit the nail on the head perfectly.
This little thing... is quite adorable. 1r5Rp
The baby watched Hera's changing expressions with bated breath, his heart pounding with anxiety.
What's going on...?
Hera finally spoke.
The voice was even softer than before, carrying a gentleness that even the speaker didn't realize: 1r5Rp
"Scream again.
baby:"..."
Baby: "Ma.
This time, the call flowed even more smoothly than before, and Hera's eyes crinkled into a smile.
Athena watched from the side, a single pixel of her lips curving upwards.
The Mother Goddess probably doesn't know whose child she's holding.
But that's fine too.
Some things are two different things depending on whether you know them or not.
The baby continued to eat intently, but this time he ate very carefully, afraid of accidentally biting something he shouldn't.
West.
Hera looked down at the little creature in her arms, feeling the sound of it suckling vigorously, and a strange feeling welled up inside her.
The feeling is getting stronger.
"Is that a surge of maternal love?" Hera thought.
The baby didn't know how long he had been drinking it. (1r5Rp)
All he knew was that the milk flowed continuously into his throat, and that feeling of strength coursed through his veins and throughout his body.
Every cell there was cheering with joy.
Until he finally drank his fill.
He released his grip, smacked his lips contentedly, and slumped softly into Hera's arms. Hera looked down at him, and seeing his satisfied expression, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile again.
"Are you full?" she asked softly.
The baby blinked, which was a form of response.
Hera raised her head and looked at Athena.
"Hold."
She handed the baby over, and Athena reached out and took it.
The baby felt a sudden lightness as they were transferred from one soft embrace to another.
He looked up, meeting her silver-grey eyes. Athena looked down at him, her gaze calm. Hera bent down to adjust her clothes, her movements composed. Her slender fingers gently lifted the sides of her bodice.
Close it up, covering that patch of white snow again.
But the wet feeling on my chest was still there; the baby had just spilled a lot of milk because he opened his mouth.
On Hera's chest. 1r5Rp
The breast milk soaked through her clothes, clinging to her skin with a cool, uncomfortable feel. Hera's brow furrowed slightly.
This is her milk.
It is a gift from the Queen of Gods, a blessing from the Goddess of Marriage and Fertility, and an existence imbued with divine power. It cannot be given lightly.
Cleaning should not be done casually; it cannot be treated like ordinary dirt, simply rinsed with water and wiped dry with a cloth.
It has its place. 1r5Rp
Hera raised her head, her gaze falling on the rising sun in the distance.
Then she raised her hand.
That hand was as white as jade, long and slender, with distinct knuckles yet undeniably graceful. She gently placed it on her chest, her palm...
My heart clings to that damp patch.
Golden light shone from her palm.
The light was soft. It seeped through the clothes, into the damp milk, drawing it out from the fabric.
Come. Her fingers gently brushed across her breasts, and where her fingertips touched, the milk seemed to come alive, peeling away from the fibers of her clothes and condensing into glistening beads, following the path of Hera's fingers.
The baby's eyes, which were half-closed from being full, were suddenly dazzled by the light.
He opened his eyes, and then—
He saw a sight he had never seen in his previous life.
Hera gently flipped her hand, her wrist turned slightly, and her five fingers spread out.
The movement possessed an innate elegance, like a dancer tracing an arc in the air; that was all.
A simple flip, yet it's captivating.
That string of glistening milk rose into the air with her movements. It rose, rose, higher and higher. At first, it was just a string of tiny droplets, but gradually, they...
It scattered in the air, transforming into countless tiny specks of light.
The baby's eyes were wide open.
The points of light rose higher and higher, spreading out more and more, as if someone had scattered a handful of pearls in the sky.
The pearls shimmered in the morning light, one by one, string by string, forming a winding ribbon of light. They came from...
The horizon stretches from one end to the other, spanning the entire sky and adorning the dawn sky with dazzling brilliance.
Galaxy. 1r5Rp
That's the galaxy.
The baby lay motionless in the swaddling clothes, head tilted back, watching the newly formed Milky Way slowly appear in the sky.
Slowly flowing.
He has seen the stars.
In his past life, he had gazed at the starry sky countless nights, watching the Milky Way stretch across the heavens and the twinkling stars.
Shuo. 1r5Rp
But he had never seen a galaxy born in this way.
Just raise your hand.
Just a flick of the wrist.
With just a gentle lift—a galaxy unfolds across the sky, spanning the heavens and illuminating the world.
1r5Rp This is God.
This is the real God.
Not those Heroic Spirits in anime who have been weakened into muscle-bound figures, nor those Servants in games who have been quantified, but real, living gods who can create galaxies with a mere wave of their hand.
The baby's heart was pounding.
Not because of fear, of course, there is a little bit, but more of a shock. He suddenly realized that the world he had traveled to was much bigger and more
real than he had imagined.
Hera looked down at her masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.
The morning light shone on her face, plating her with a faint golden glow. The
Babe brilliance reflected her eyebrows and eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of her
mouth made her look so gentle that she couldn't speak. 1r5Rp
"Let's go." She said, in an understated tone, "Find an adoptive parent for this little thing." "
Athena stood behind her with the baby in her arms.
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