Zeus does not want to be the king of gods in Greece

Syracuse's passionate words directly made the blood of the slaves surge. Thinking about it carefully, the restrictions on magicians in this sports are not small.

Magicians have a lot of means, not just from the magic they specialize in, but potions, costumes, familiars... are all part of their strength.

But in this sports meeting, all external forces are forbidden, that is to say, they can only rely on their own magic power to compete with the slaves, which is tantamount to cutting off their own arms.

In addition, these sports all rely on physical fitness, even if magicians have great magic bonuses, their physical fitness is weak.

The slaves do physical work every day, and their physical fitness is far superior to those magicians. Even if they only strengthen magic in magic, they may not be able to touch it.

......

"The overall situation has been decided. Although four hundred kilograms is nothing in the final analysis, it is already an unsurpassable natural moat for human beings."

Poseidon is full of ambition, and the magician who lifted [-] kilograms just now is his disciple.

Although the weight is only [-] kilograms, but for a weak magician who thinks that he can only rely on his own magic power and cannot use external force, such a result is already considered outstanding.

Prometheus set up a lot of handicap, from the first few winners to the weight lifted by the final champion, these have different odds, after all, he does things for Zeus sincerely.

But I can't stand losing money all day long, I can earn a little bit, it's better to disgust the gods, that's like showing Zeus's determination in disguise.

Although Poseidon is full of ambitions now, the gods are not in a hurry, even if their people can't get the ranking, they can still make profits in other ways.

"This seems to be the last magician. If the weight of [-] kilograms remains the same, then I can accept this fact."

The followers of Hades can only lift more than 370 kilograms, and now it seems that there is no pressure to be ranked second, and he bet that the weight of the weightlifting champion is 450 kilograms, which is the number closest to No.1.

He earns no less than Poseidon.

"Is there any need to read on later? But they are all slaves."

Poseidon yawned boredly, he glanced at the highest position and it was empty, thinking that Zeus took Gaia and Medusa to play.

Just thinking about Poseidon is eating lemons a little bit.

I and others couldn't leave the game because of the gambling, but Zeus took this opportunity to go shopping with his girls. Did his women have any objections?

"It's not over yet. If you say something like this too early, it will be ugly if you get slapped in the face."

Hera understood what Poseidon was thinking just by taking a look. In her opinion, was Zeus's absence just to go shopping with his sister?

Zeus is such a superficial person.

If Hera was right, Zeus at this time must have followed the excuse of observing the people's sentiments to mix among humans. He had to look at the reactions of humans as well as the reactions of the gods, and he wanted to avoid suspicion.

Zeus has taught mankind during this period that only a few people know about it, and Hera is one of them. As long as the human beings taught by Zeus are a little bit more aggressive, it is not difficult to get a name in such a sports meeting.

Zeus is not in the game, but the banker is Zeus's man. When every god is betting on his believers, he is cut off by a group of slaves who have never been taken seriously. What will happen to the gods? ?

Faced with such a dark horse, it is natural that the dealer takes all.

"Sister Hera, your smile is a bit pervasive."

Metis was close to Hera, and during this period of time Hera kept getting closer to her, and Metis himself didn't have much thoughtfulness, so he was easily drawn over by her.

Metis, who was the first to establish a relationship, is now dominated by Hera.

"Who made Zeus come up with such a bad plan, picking himself clean and making Prometheus bear the infamy, but seeing how Prometheus is willing to do it, it can be regarded as a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer. "

Hera's words were cloudy, and Metis wanted to analyze it with wisdom and theocracy, but this idea was abandoned in a blink of an eye.

She is tired of the theocracy of wisdom, and as long as the child is born, she will transfer her theocracy to the child.

Facing the white giant who didn't know if he could defeat him, all Metis could do was trust Zeus, and she really didn't bother to fight for the title.

Hera didn't hide her thoughts too much. She wanted a title and understood the importance of Metis to Zeus, so she always adopted a soft strategy.

Metis and Themis are emotionally passive due to their own reasons, and Zeus is now tasked with defeating the white giant, making them turn a blind eye to Zeus' behavior.

Mnemosyne seemed to want to strike, but because Zeus seemed to have a new "prey" these days, he couldn't.

The point is that Aphrodite...

"Hera, are you also attracted by my beauty?"

Aphrodite naturally noticed Hera's gaze, and Hera also felt the confidence in Aphrodite's eyes.

"tsk"

Hera didn't answer. She was sure that Aphrodite had plans for Zeus, but what was the reason for the attitude of the other party who was sure of winning?

It is not difficult to guess that she is already pregnant, so why is the other party still so confident?

Aphrodite was not angry when Hera ignored her, Eros' blood was fine, and her strength was destined to prevent Zeus from ignoring the child.

Only the last laugher is the winner, isn't it?

Just like Poseidon is smiling the happiest now, but can he still laugh like this in the end?

Really looking forward to it.

Chapter 110 Accepting Growth Is Believing in the Future

"Oh"

Accompanied by a strong slave lifting a 380-jin barbell, bursts of cheers broke out in the auditorium.

"It's so noisy. I didn't expect these slaves to applaud for a slave."

Gaia and Medusa covered their ears, it was obviously just why some irrelevant people broke out with such enthusiasm.

"The pursuit of strength is the expectation in everyone's heart. These people just put their pins on those players."

Of course, Zeus has not spoken out his guess yet.

After all, God knows how many gambling dogs participated in the spinach here, all of them are a group of ruthless people who won the young models in the clubhouse and lost to work in the sea.

Seeing the person you beat wins, naturally you can't wait to vent your feelings.

So, where is God really more noble than man?

With the eyesight of Zeus, he can naturally see the high gods, and he can see all the pride and disappointment on their faces, but Zeus hid in the crowd and changed his appearance, so the gods couldn't find him.

"Every contestant can lift three times. That person lifted 380 kilograms for the first time. Medusa, how much weight can he lift?"

"It's hard to exceed four hundred."

Unlike magicians who specialize in magic, Medusa has powerful magic power but is more used for fighting. In her opinion, the weightlifting posture of the previous magician can be described as weak forehand, poor backhand, loose footsteps, slow reaction, no a decent one.

It is an eye-opener for such a person to be able to forcefully lift a [-]-kilogram barbell with magic power.

As for slaves...

"He has reserved strength, but not much. His posture and body have undergone professional training, but his magic power is too weak, and strengthening magic is just barely enough."

From Medusa's point of view, even if this slave tries her best, it is impossible for her to break through her limit.

Four hundred kilograms is already a very good result for a slave who has been in contact with magic for a short time.

"Oh"

The cheers came again from the arena, just as Medusa expected, the player raised the weight to [-], if he lifts it up, it means that he will be tied for the first place with the previous magician.

And this player still has another chance, which means that he may surpass the magician and become the first slave player to get the ranking.

"Can he lift it?"

"do not know."

Medusa's eyes are petrified magic eyes, without any future vision, she can only judge by her own experience.

"So do you think he'll be able to lift it a third time?"

"Third? Zeus, do you think he can lift four hundred kilograms?"

Medusa was surprised by Zeus's question. You must know that although the rules of the competition say that even if you fail, you can go to the next weightlifting, but if you fail with [-] kilograms, you may lose your whole body.

How could there be a third time.

"If Wumu doesn't have clairvoyance, how can you be so sure?"

Gaia also doesn't understand why Zeus is so sure. When he doesn't know others, everything should be judged based on the data on the table.

"Just believe in the possibility of human beings, even if they don't do it this time, I believe they will do it next time."

Believe? Just believe?

Medusa can't understand, just thinks you believe and not based on anything else?

She turned her attention to the slave on the field, and saw that he held the pole with all his strength and then...

"Boom"

He fell down, even with a [-]-kilogram barbell. Although there was no problem on the surface, Medusa could feel from the other party's painful expression that the other party's strain was definitely serious .

The game can't go on.

Some of the audience cheered, some hissed, the magicians kept their dignity, Medusa turned to look at Zeus, but saw that he was not depressed or out of breath.

"Look at them."

Zeus pointed in a direction, and Medusa saw that many slaves rushed up to the stage to lift the wounded man down, but the man was still muttering something even though he was injured.

"What is he saying?"

"Who knows, maybe he is complaining, maybe he is passing on experience, he hopes that the next person on the field will not make the same mistake as him, he will trust his partner, and give his hope to the next person."

believe, hope...

That's something Medusa can't understand. On the unchanging island, her elder sister is everything to her. She naturally believes in her elder sister, but she has no hope of directly delivering it to them.

Their world is static.

The next slave came on the stage, the first time was still [-] kg, and the second time was still [-] kg, but different from the previous one, his muscles were stronger, and the method of exerting force had also been adjusted, but... ..

fail.

Still a failure.

Although there was no injury this time, [-] kilograms seems to be an insurmountable moat for normal humans, and it seems that there is no way to make up for it even with strengthening magic.

The only luck is that he was not injured, instead, he taught the next slave by precept and example, and in this limited time, he handed over his feelings to the next person.

"Why, why hand over the future to the next person?"

Medusa doesn't understand.

"They trust each other, and they trust that each other can grow a little bit under their own guidance, and then this little bit will continue to accumulate and pass on."

"future."

Medusa mumbled this word blankly, facing a completely unknown future, why did this group of humans without clairvoyance dare to make such a choice.

They went forward and fell on the road, becoming the next person's ladder, they were stepped on by the latecomers only to go to a higher place.

"The unknown is the mystery, and the mystery is the most curious, whether it is a magician or an ordinary person, they are all like this."

Failed again.

As soon as Zeus finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by loud boos. Even without going to the arena, he knew that the slave had failed.

But Medusa also knew that even if she didn't watch the arena, she knew that the slave was still teaching her experience.

Afterwards, it has always been like this, one by one, one by one failed, one by one taught, even the audience who were eating melons outside the field could see that they wanted to break through the [-] kg natural barrier.

Finally, the last person came.

"420 kg."

They did not forget what Syracuse had said, and helped Zeus recover the golden apples as much as possible.

Silver and copper apples are far from golden apples. Those things are meaningless at all. If you want to get them, you must get the real first.

After repeated confirmation by the referee, 420 kg was in front of his eyes.

He took hold of the pole, recalling the experience left by the people who fell on the road one after another, he raised his breath and lifted it over his shoulders in one breath.

Finally, he lifted his legs high above his head.

No one cheered, but everyone looked at him and forgot to cheer until the 420kg barbell fell to the ground, when the dull sound came.

Cheers, one step late.

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