Eros emerged from the dungeon, the Blades of Chaos strapped to his belt, their weight a reassuring presence against his hips. The Gilborne Desert stretched around him, a hellscape of scorching sand under a sun that pounded like a hammer. He found a flat rock near the entrance, sat down, and drew the blades. Their black metal, etched with pulsing runes, seemed to swallow the light. They were beautiful, lethal, and radiated an aura that set his blood thrumming. "System, show me the specs on these blades," he called out.
The holographic interface flickered, casting glowing lines into the dusty air. The blades' details appeared, and Eros read them eagerly.
[Characteristics]
Name: Blades of Chaos
Rank: Divine
Description: Forged by Hephaestus, the greatest smith, under the command of Ares, god of war. Infused with the fury of the Titans, these blades are designed to cut through gods and mortals alike.
Abilities:
- Rage: Exponentially boosts the user's strength for a short duration.
- Lightning Strike: Enables strikes at lightning speed, dealing devastating damage.
- Counterblow: Absorbs enemy attacks and redirects them with amplified force.
Warning: Overuse may drain the user's life force, leaving them vulnerable.
Eros let out a whistle. "Holy shit, these stats are nuts," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. He twirled a blade in his hand, feeling its perfect balance. "Rage, Lightning Strike, Counterblow… fuck, with these, I'll tear through Ares and his whole posse." He frowned, rereading the warning. "What's this about overuse?" he asked, glaring at the interface. No response. "Typical," he growled. "You hand me cheat-code blades but don't tell me how to avoid croaking. Thanks, shitty system."
He sheathed the blades and rose from the rock. "Alright, time to head back," he muttered. The dryad village was hours away, and the dungeon, though cleared of its boss, still crawled with monsters. Eros plunged back into the dark corridors, the Blades of Chaos ready for action. The creatures that survived his first pass giant scorpions, animated skeletons, wailing shadows didn't stand a chance.
A scorpion lunged from a corner, pincers snapping. Eros activated Lightning Strike, and in a flash, his blade sliced the beast in two, its body collapsing in a spray of chitin. "Too slow," he smirked, pressing forward. A horde of skeletons charged, rusty swords raised. He tested Rage, and a surge of raw power flooded his muscles. His blades danced, reducing the skeletons to dust in seconds. "Fuck, it's like cheating a final boss," he murmured, a predatory grin on his lips. A shadow tried to ambush him from behind, but he triggered Counterblow, absorbing its energy and unleashing a black bolt that obliterated the creature.
Each fight was a showcase of power. The Blades of Chaos sang in his hands, and he felt his divine aura meld with their energy, as if the blades amplified his godly charisma.
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The return to the dryad village was quicker, his divine body devouring the miles. Night was falling as he arrived, the vegetal lanterns bathing the village in a fairy-like glow. The dryads watched him pass, their eyes drawn to the Blades of Chaos at his belt, their sinister aura clashing with his divine charisma. Eros ignored them, heading straight for the Mother of Spirits' hut.
He entered without knocking, finding the queen seated on her vegetal throne, her green hair cascading over her shoulders, her heavy breasts barely concealed by her leaf dress. She looked up, her gaze locking onto the blades. "The Blades of Chaos," she murmured, a mix of surprise and respect in her voice. "How did you get them?"
Eros leaned against a pillar, smirking. "I've got my secrets," he replied, his voice deep and teasing as he spun a blade, the lantern light dancing on its black metal. The Mother of Spirits raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Still as cocky, fallen one."
"So, what's your next move?" she asked, her tone serious.
Eros sat across from her, the blades resting at his side. "In three days, I'm moving out," he said. "Ares is pulling the strings, and I'm not waiting for him to come for me."
The Mother of Spirits nodded, her green eyes gleaming with calculation and admiration. "You've got guts, Eros. But Ares isn't alone. All of Olympus wants you dead." She stood, her dress slipping slightly to reveal a perfect thigh. "My dryads will back you."
"Good. Let them come. I'll take their leader's head myself," Eros said.
"You sound like you're underestimating Olympus," she replied, tilting her head.
"I'm just saying what I think," Eros shot back. "Besides, that other bastard in the game wrecked them, and he was just a human before. Why think Olympus can't be brought down?" he muttered to himself. "Anyway, nice chat, but I'd like to rest now."
"Very well. I'll tell my dryads not to disturb you," she said.
Back in his tent, Eros collapsed onto the mossy bed, the Blades of Chaos beside him. The interface flickered, displaying an update:
[Status]
Rank: Fallen God (Level 3)
Divine Status: 55
Powers: Divine Charm (20%), Seductive Aura (30%), Erotic Strike (enhanced), Divine Touch (enhanced).
Note: Your declining divine status is starting to recover. One more push, and you'll be recognized as the god you once were.
Weapon: Blades of Chaos.
Objective: Subjugate the entire Greek pantheon and build your harem.
Charisma Points: 600/1000.
He closed his eyes, a smile on his lips. "Three days, Ares," he murmured. "Then I'm coming to make you regret crossing me."