Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 303: The Innocent Girl Like White Paper

Once again, looking up at the sky—

What Demeter thought of now was still her daughter, Persephone, who had always been by her side.

The beautiful girl whom she loved dearly.

She always loved everything that spread across the earth.

She always smiled cheerfully.

One could say that Persephone was everything Demeter understood about the word "beauty."

In the eyes of this earth mother.

She symbolized the good side of all things in the world, and Demeter's love existed for this goodness.

Whenever she thought of such a beloved child living in the world.

She felt the need to bestow love upon the world, or rather, to become a goddess, was to alleviate this goodness.

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The cold machine god, treating emotions as functions.

Yet stubbornly wanting to protect.

From any angle, it was incredible.

One day, the daughter she cherished would surely meet some wonderful person and fall into love—

Her daughter would then give birth to offspring because of this love.

Those offspring would surely be as lovable as her daughter.

Then, this child would gradually grow up.

Once again, like her most beloved daughter.

Continuing to grow into a mother and giving birth again.

Bloodlines flowing, merging into one.

One day, this earth would be filled with her descendants.

Unlike the machine god, who viewed descendant bodies as offspring, but rather, would pass on the intellect and bloodline of living beings.

— What a romantic composition.

Even in the face of extinction, it would not easily dissipate, but would be engraved in the culture and memories of others, as long as someone remembers, it can be continuously passed down to the next generation.

Without any means of intervention from the machine gods, such incredible data inheritance could be achieved.

This was undoubtedly a miraculous wonder.

Demeter believed that such a future would come, and she looked forward to it with feelings that a machine god should not have.

As if she had truly become a human mother.

She wanted to believe this way.

[You have arrived at the coordinates provided by the three gods]

[There, you found the temple dedicated to the agricultural god, and there you met the agricultural god, Demeter]

[And, her daughter, Persephone]

[The reason they could be so isolated from the world and undisturbed was also due to the space technology of Olympus]

[They opened up a quadrant similar to a different space in reality]

[The same principle as Mount Olympus]

[The coordinates of the agricultural god's secluded temple are not located in reality; to be precise, they are not located on the surface coordinates of reality]

[If it weren't for the machine god providing the coordinates]

[Most people would probably not be able to find it]

[The first person you saw upon arriving at the coordinates was not Demeter, but another beautiful woman you were unfamiliar with]

[Later, you also learned her name]

[Although you had not anticipated encountering Persephone at first, this made Demeter wary of you from the start, but that was just the beginning]

[You did not intend to be simply rejected at the door]

[Of course, you also did not plan to be as strong and violent as in Greek mythology, as that did not align with your long-held worldview]

[In mythology, Persephone would be taken by Hades, the god of the underworld, from the earth and forcibly made his wife]

[But, the current machine god still has a body]

[Hades could not do what he did in mythology and take Persephone, as that would be an offense against the agricultural god's authority]

[The machine god is still bound by programming]

[You are also sure that Hades could only make this choice after losing his body and becoming a conceptual god]

[Therefore, there is no need to worry at this stage]

[You stubbornly stayed in the agricultural god's spatial domain; as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning]

[Demeter is ultimately a loving mother]

[Although she has a strong protective desire for Persephone, her protective desire for other children is not low either]

[You are also seen by her as a child worthy of love]

[Not sure if it's an illusion]

[You can feel that Demeter seemed to have little wariness towards you from the beginning; she treated you with overflowing maternal love]

[Saying: "I'm really happy to see a child like you grow into a hero!"]

[On the other hand, compared to your interactions with Demeter, you obviously spent more time with Persephone]

[You told her your story]

[Although you didn't want to recount a past filled with anger and pain, not wanting the innocent girl to know the dark side]

[However, what she thought was]

[From the moment you stepped into that sea of flowers and met her, the girl's life was no longer like a white paper]

[Now, this white paper longs to be painted with colors; she hopes the first person to pick up the brush is you]

[In the end, you still spoke out]

[Being stared at by those pleading eyes like a lamb, no one could easily refuse.]

[You tried to cut away the dark parts as much as possible]

[Telling her the past in the form of a story, and so you talked for quite a long time—]

"Moran sat on the grass in the woods.

He gently leaned against a big tree, reminiscing.

Every time he looked back at the past, it was like dissecting his own core. Like an old man reflecting on the past.

"..."

Persephone listened attentively, hugging her knees.

She had the same soft golden hair as Demeter.

Those long, white legs, a well-proportioned figure.

Her long eyelashes adorned her delicate face, with emerald green eyes as embellishments. It exuded a beauty that seemed distant from the mundane world.

She was infected by Moran's past.

Even if Moran intended to erase most of the dark sides of the story, she would still shed tears for that sense of parting and helplessness.

When it came to the crying girl, Moran had always been at a loss.

Especially when, like this, she was dropping small pearls of tears while emphasizing, like a child, that she was very strong.

That pretentious look was evident on her face.

Her sniffles could not hide it at all.

Clearly, she was not suited to be an actress.