Aphrodite fell into Tartaros's dream. He walked out from behind a thick tree trunk. The slender black-haired boy was looking up at the top of the tree blankly.

Aphrodite followed his line of sight, there was no one on the branch, and she didn't know what he was looking at.

The black-haired boy lowered his head, sighed softly, God was melancholy, and then the scene began to change.

A familiar mountain road appeared in front of him, Aphrodite followed behind him, walked out of the thick fog that surrounded him, and stopped in front of the Temple of Love | Desire, he stood quietly in front of the temple, left after a long time, and switched to enter. another scene.

Sitting on the throne of the abyss, looking at most of the vacant space next to him, occasionally looking at the dome, passing through many obstacles, and staring at the direction of the mountain.

There was no one in the direction he was looking, but Aphrodite seemed to understand what he was looking at.

The scene changed frame by frame, Tartaros was always calm, and there was not much change in expression.

Until finally he closed his eyes and woke up in the body of a handsome young man with azure eyes in a forest. His calm spirit gradually became vivid, and his eyes were shining brightly. He sat down from the lush green grass. He got up and looked around in confusion, as if he was looking for someone.

Aphrodite's heart moved, and after hesitating for a second, she manifested her true body in the dream, appeared behind a tree not far away from him, and then walked out.

Tartarus has changed into that little plant god, Adonis, who lives in a corner of the forest.

When he saw the handsome silver-haired god walking out from behind the tree, his eyebrows and eyes instantly turned into crescents, and he waved at Aphrodite, calling out, "Yahweh, here I am!"

Aphrodite paused, let out a sigh of relief, then walked over quickly, sat down beside him, stretched her long legs, Adonis blinked, and leaned towards him affectionately, leaning against him. Putting it on his shoulder, he murmured, "Yahwe, I had a nightmare just now, and then I woke up with a fright."

Aphrodite wrapped his arms around his shoulder and asked, "What kind of nightmare did you have?"

He grabbed the hem of Aphrodite's clothes, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes: "In a dream, I dreamed that I was not an ordinary third-class god, but the most powerful and noble primordial god."

Aphrodite was slightly startled, and immediately realized that in the dream, the primary and secondary identities of Adonis and Tartaros were reversed.

Aphrodite pondered and asked, "Isn't this a good dream? Why is she still woken up?"

Adonis looked at him gently and calmly, and said softly, "Because you in the dream don't love me anymore."

Aphrodite lowered her head and looked at the young man in her arms. Adonis stared at him in a daze, and murmured, "I am so powerful and noble in my dream, and I see you often, I think There is a tacit understanding between us, and you often "show" a smile to me, but there seems to be a thin film on the outside of you, not thick, but you can't tear it apart, so that I can't touch you."

"I can only watch you from the side, but I can actually pierce that membrane with a knife, but..."

Aphrodite let out a muffled hum: "Huh?"

Adonis's voice faded, and he murmured: "But I feel like you might be very unhappy after I do that. Although you sometimes feel irritable in the film, when you see that everyone can't touch you , seems to be very happy again. And if I tear the film, not only can I touch you, but other gods can also touch you. Think about it this way, if I tear the film, I'm so bad. I create opportunities for everyone to touch you, but I may be the only one who is resented."

"So I gave up. Although we can't touch and you will smile at other people, I can feel that you like me the most."

The silver hair was gently blown by the wind, Aphrodite didn't speak, and Adonis' voice became softer: "So I gave up, and changed my mind, waiting by your side, waiting for you to take the initiative. Get out of the membrane."

"Actually, that's not bad, but it's just occasionally empty..."

"Fortunately, I woke up." Adonis's voice gradually became warmer. He turned his cheeks, looked at the silver-haired god beside him tenderly and vividly, and said happily, "You are by my side."

Aphrodite smiled slightly, and her eyes fell straight on a stone not far away.

Adonis looked at him, his smile gradually disappeared, he said in a daze, "Yahwe, you have changed."

"You look like him in my dreams."

Aphrodite gently held his cheek and asked in a low voice, "Am I doing this well?"

Adonis shook his head: "How can I like you who are not good, I just..."

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, buried his face in Aphrodite's palm, and a muffled voice came from it, he asked, "Am I dreaming again?"

certainly.

Aphrodite responded softly, and Adonis said in frustration, "Well, I want to wake up."

Aphrodite smiled and said, "But you may go to the next dream."

Tartarus' low voice came, with an inexplicable meaning in it, and he asked, "Will the next game be a good dream?"

Aphrodite put a light kiss on his forehead: "Yes."

Tartarus raised his head and smiled softly: "I've felt it from now on."

The dream quietly shattered, Aphrodite returned to reality, Tartaros adjusted his posture, silently covered his face with his arms, and went back to sleep.

Aphrodite glanced at him and sent Tartarus to the temple, letting him fall asleep comfortably.

Then he turned the soul of Iapetus, which he had forgotten for a long time, from the corner.

Fortunately, Aphrodite and Tartaros used Iapetus to contact. When Tartaros recalled his past with Aphrodite, Aphrodite finally remembered the long-forgotten Iapetus. Apertos, found him with a little apology.

Aphrodite forgot Iapetus, but his son Prometheus did not forget, and he also kept a piece of Iapetus' soul there, and was haunted by Iapetus all day Speaking, how can he be forgotten?

It's just that he didn't forget, he didn't forget, and Prometheus couldn't remind Aphrodite. After all, Aphrodite had already gone to the Hebrew God Realm, and he couldn't find it if he wanted to.

Fortunately, Zeus is gone, and the next god-king has no ill will towards Iapetus. Iapetus occasionally uses the soul fragments of Prometheus to walk outside and no one will come to trouble.

Iapetus gradually became satisfied, until today, after being in the cold palace for a long time, he was finally remembered by Aphrodite through the east wind of Tartaros.

Aphrodite looked at him gently. Iapetus, the god of souls, was probably the most ruthless god he had exploited, and the most obedient and interesting one.

Aphrodite didn't intend to be a predator who could only get in and out, and now it was time for Iapetus to collect the fruits.

Iapetus was separated and the soul fragments were all gathered by Aphrodite and gathered as one. Iapetus was re-entitled the god of souls and stood beside Aphrodite happily, by the way. Correcting the name of Prometheus confirms that he is indeed the ancestor of man.

Prometheus will rely on this to establish himself in the new era and establish his belief among mankind.

In the temple, Tartarus moved a little, and in his sleep "exposed" a pleasant smile, and his face was calm and indifferent.

Aphrodite looked at Hera, who was desolate and cold, and at Hephaestus, who had a cold face. After thinking about it, she decided to listen to the psychological journey and love and hatred of those years without dreaming. Skip to the last step, give them a sweet dream, and sleep well for a hundred years.

A hundred years from now, it will probably be relieved.

Aphrodite thought about it like this, and when she saw that there was nothing wrong with Ares, she shook her head. Sure enough, Ares was the easiest.

Aphrodite thought of it this way, and ignored Chaos, who was looking at him from time to time, who was full of inquiry. She breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly called Narcissus.

It's time...to make flesh for Narcissus.