Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 50 Pots and pans, surrender to me!
Seeing that her eldest niece had made up her mind, Hestia waved her hand helplessly.

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want. I can't control these things anyway."

"You put it so lightly. If you can really let it go, is it necessary to squat in the city of Knossos all day long?"

Athena rolled her eyes at Hestia opposite her, and unceremoniously exposed the aunt's duplicity.

When the goddess of the stove heard this, her cheeks turned slightly red and she held her neck to argue.

“I just love the food here and the fireworks!”

"Yes, yes, you are right..."

Athena was perfunctory without sincerity, her eyes full of teasing.

Under the smiling gaze of her niece, Hestia, who was becoming more and more embarrassed, gradually became warmer and got up angrily to chase away the people.

"Go, go, don't bother me if you have nothing to do!"

"Okay, I'll be walking soon, right?"

Athena raised her hands in surrender, stood up and left her seat, and called Nikki in the backyard to evacuate.

However, the moment the master and servant stepped out of the door, a certain goddess of wisdom turned back leisurely and raised the corners of her lips.

"But as promised, you won't be able to blame me this time."

"what?"

Hestia couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this nonsense.

But before she could react, the ground beneath her feet shook violently, and a violent tide of magic surged and boiled.

"boom!"

In an instant, with a loud thunder, grass clippings flew across the entire backyard, branches and leaves fell, and dense green mud dots fell like rain.

Hestia turned her head stiffly and stared blankly at the nursery where she had been dug three feet into the ground, as well as a tall figure in the center of the courtyard whose body was full of scarlet blood.

"My vegetable patch...my garden...I shouldn't have planted it..."

The stove goddess had empty eyes and murmured, her voice seemed to be crying.

Seeing Hestia's expression of despair, Lorne, as the perpetrator, quickly raised his hands in surrender and made a promise.

"No! I'll pay! Can't I pay for everything?"

When she heard that someone was offering compensation, the look on the stove goddess's face changed from gloomy to clear, and she stretched out two green-white fingers viciously.

"Not enough! I want twice as much!"

"Okay, everything is okay."

Lorne hurriedly agreed and signed the terms with a grimace, comforting himself in his heart.

Double is double, after all, there was a mistake in the first place, so it should be regarded as a disguised compensation for the stove goddess's previous provision of food, accommodation and care for them.

It's better to put in some work than to go against a god who rarely gets close to humans.

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Time flies, and months fly by.

In the early morning, as soon as the sky dawns on Crete, residents of the Royal City of Knossos open their doors one after another, raise smoke from their cooking stoves, and prepare for the morning meal.

The clatter of pots and pans and the crowing of cocks and barking of dogs gradually awaken the bustling undertone of the city.

"Zeus, go to uncle!"

Lorne woke up from the bed, raised his middle finger as usual, and sent a wave of "blessings" to his god king.

A normal day starts with blasphemy.

Immediately afterwards, a certain guy who was rude to the gods raised his hand to summon the twelve-sided die in his body and rolled a number.

12? Hermes' blessing?

Not bad luck today.

Lorne murmured something, then sat up from the bed and stretched his limbs lazily.

The twelve-sided dice spinning around next to it pulled out a ray of light cyan divine light from the invisible air and quietly introduced it into the host's body. Lorne closed his eyes and felt the slightest hint of lightness in his flesh and blood, as well as the vaguely improved reflexes of his limbs, and couldn't help but moan in comfort.

After a moment, the wonderful experience gradually disappeared. He opened his eyes and sincerely praised the family and relatives on Mount Olympus.

Cool! The coins that the Twelve Gods explode are so cool!

This divine blessing from Hermes should be geared towards enhancing the [sensitivity] of the body's reaction speed.

Maybe a 3% improvement?
The benefits that can be obtained with just one dirty word are a real bargain!
Lorne glanced at the twelve-sided dice on the bedside that automatically turned into a stream of light. He stroked the wheel of Hecate that was gradually disappearing on his chest with some lingering thoughts. He even began to miss the feeling when this thing fooled him into opening the market.

After several months of practice, he further understood some of the rules of [The Dice of Chance].

First of all, since the items in the friendship pool can produce [Wings of Icarus], an instrument that can play a great role in a certain situation, they are definitely not all garbage.

The reason why I couldn't find good things is probably because the daily difficulty level is low.

After all, it’s only fair that low risk corresponds to low return.

Whether [inevitable] or [accidental], this rule will basically be followed.

However, when the frequency is high enough, the advantage of [accidental] becomes apparent.

——It can really bring out good things.

For example, obtaining numbers corresponds to divine blessings and divine baptism.

——The unyielding fighting spirit of Ares, the life healing of Saturn, the water affinity of Poseidon, the intuition of Apollo, the agility and speed of Hermes...

These have a probability of being obtained from [accidental opportunities] after completing the blasphemy against the [Twelve Necessary Gods].

Of course, this probability is very low.

So far, Lorne has used up all the 100 draws he has saved, and has only found one Hermes, two Ares, one Apollo, and one Hestia's Blessing in the ordinary pool.

Moreover, although there are improvements brought about by these divine baptisms, they are not very large.

In addition, the twelve main gods control more than one kind of authority, so the randomness is also very high.

Among them, the divine baptism given to him by Hestia was the most difficult.

Probably because of the authority of the goddess of the house, that divine baptism actually enhanced his control over kitchen tableware and cooking...

Lorne wanted to complain. Did he expect him to get into the kitchen and say something when he was in a life-and-death fight with his opponent?

——Pots and pans, surrender to me?

The picture was so beautiful that he didn't dare to imagine it.

However, it is important to be able to get good benefits from the ordinary pool, but what really worries Lorne is that the twelve-sided die can actually secretly strip away the divinity derived from the destiny of the twelve main gods, and infuse him with On the body.

This thing is too buggy, right?

And all along, a certain conjecture in his mind seemed to be verified.

——Use accidental variables to influence the inevitable destiny, and finally collapse the foundation of the gods.

Perhaps, this is the true function of [dice].

Lorne's eyes flickered, his eyes thoughtful.

High risk, high reward.

For being willing to spend such a huge sum of money, it seems that his [angel investor] wants a lot.

But soon, he sneered and shook his head.

Forget it, since I am sure that this is a path that can shake the divine power of destiny, it is better not to think about it for the time being.

At present, he is just a pawn crossing the river. He is far from the stage where he can sit at the card table and decide life and death.

It’s not too late to bet once you’ve collected enough capital.

So, today’s task is…

Lorne took a deep breath, solemnly bid farewell to the warm bed, got up and went downstairs, waving a hoe, and rushed to the backyard nursery.

——Dig holes and plant fields!
(End of this chapter)