Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The next day.

Perhaps because of the spread and fermentation of the news the day before, when Andrea came to the same place again, the environment there had changed drastically.

A huge umbrella was erected to block out the sunlight, and the originally simple wooden table was replaced with exquisite palace supplies.

Two rows of guards stood guard on the left and right, while the quality of the crowd watching was noticeably higher.

The people who came here for speculation like yesterday at the beginning have disappeared, or they are not qualified to approach. Now those who are waiting here are those who have some reputation and knowledge.

"Ms. Leah, your deeds yesterday attracted the attention of the church's top leaders. Anyone who shows his or her wisdom will be valued by the Church of Knowledge."

"We will be responsible for maintaining order during your 'game' today. In addition, we will also meet your reasonable demands."

"Well, thanks, if you need anything."

Nodding in thanks, Andrea immediately sat behind the table.

Is this the feeling of being valued by others through one's own efforts? It's really good... Without wasting any time, Andrea sat up straight and said:

"After a day, you should all be impatient now, so let's start today's game."

"No one could defeat me yesterday. I think the wise men in the world will not let me down today."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere around them became noticeably more serious. This direct intellectual provocation obviously aroused the anger of those present... and noticing this, Andrea secretly glanced at Ryan in the crowd.

Although Ryan had changed his appearance, she could still recognize him. In fact, many of the words he had said in the past two days were actually taught to her by Ryan.

If it were her, she wouldn't say such words... Well, that's right.

Feeling encouraged, Andrea was full of fighting spirit.

……

He crossed several streets and then jumped lightly, and under the helpless gaze of the guards who followed him, he arrived on top of a building.

Odysseus took his friend and looked down at Andrea who was surrounded by the crowd.

A gleam of surprise flashed across the young prince's eyes. He didn't expect to see such a beautiful girl here.

He had heard that in faraway Sparta, a warrior country ruled by big slave owners, there was a princess named Helen whose beauty was widely known.

The prince had never seen Helen, but he felt that the girl in front of him was the most beautiful one in his eyes.

"Why, Odysseus, are you attracted to her? This is not right—"

A complaining voice sounded from beside him, and the young noble put his arm around his friend's shoulders.

"I was counting on you to save my face. I've already said it, you can't back down now."

"Well, what are you thinking about? What's the point of backing off?"

Startled by his friend's voice, Odysseus came back to his senses with a slight cough.

"I don't have any idea about her, I just want to observe her expression when facing the enemy... Well, even if I do, I have to defeat her first."

It has to be said that the mature appearance Ryan created for Andrea is indeed incredibly charming, especially the adult appearance coupled with the soul of a twelve-year-old. It is a model of temperament contrast, so much so that many people were shaken by it when they met for the first time.

However, this is the limit of what mortal appearance can achieve, and above that is the extraordinary realm.

Even Helen, who caused the Trojan War, was actually blessed by the goddess of beauty. She was endowed with a beauty that almost distorted people's thinking. With just a smile, she could make the army that had experienced ten years of hard fighting believe that she was innocent.

But this time, I'm afraid no god will bless her... But considering her original fate, it's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Use your strength to conquer the heart of a beauty, Odysseus? It is said that King Theseus of Athens conquered the Amazon Queen Hippolyta in this way when he was young... It seems that you want to imitate him. After all, this is Athens."

Seeing that Odysseus had no intention of giving up, the young noble Maud breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed and teased.

"Well, Maude, let's not talk about this for now, let's take a look at this game. I heard you talk about this rule before, so I went back and tried it out."

"Why, have you figured out the secret?"

His expression brightened, and Maude no longer cared about joking.

He looked at his friend expectantly, but Odysseus just shook his head.

"Not really... If there is only one row, it's actually very simple. The first player will definitely win. He just needs to take all the gold coins in one go. If there are only two rows, it's also easy to judge. If the number of gold coins in the two rows is the same at the beginning, then the second player will definitely win - he just needs to take the same gold coins as the first player to maintain the balance of the number of gold coins in the two rows, and the last gold coin will definitely fall into his hands. On the contrary, if the number of gold coins in the two rows is different, then the first player will definitely win, and he just needs to take the extra part."

"But three lines..."

It is obvious that as the number of gold coins increases, the difficulty of calculation will increase. If Odysseus is given more time, he feels that he can still understand it, but now, he obviously does not have that much time.

"What are you going to do?"

His expression changed slightly and Maude asked nervously.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient... Mod, you know, when your opponent is more familiar with the rules and loopholes than you, it is the stupidest thing to rush in. Trying to familiarize yourself with the rules and loopholes is just the choice of most people."

Odysseus smiled and said:

"You have to understand that no matter what, we have to look beyond the surface to see what our opponent wants. She set up this game just to beat other contestants before the big game, not to win money, so I can completely ask her to change the rules of the game based on this point."

"Change?"

"Yes."

His eyes narrowed slightly. As the person who later created the Trojan Horse, Odysseus has never been a person who follows the rules.

"Since we want to prove our wisdom, why don't we play by such simple rules? Let's play bigger."

"Three rows won't do. I need four, five, six. One round isn't enough. I need two, three, five. I can't figure it out, but this should be an unfamiliar area for her... Spread the numbers out, avoid the element of pure luck, and bring both sides back to the same level. Then the competition will really be about intelligence."

"This is the solution of a smart person, and on this point...I will not lose to her!"

His words were full of confidence. At this moment, another person in the audience returned home defeated, leaving behind his own wealth for the gamble.

Looking at Andrea with a smile on her face, Odysseus turned over and got off.

By winning this game, he would not only secure half of the victory before the start of the conference, but also get to meet such a beautiful girl... That's really great.

When he returns home, he will give Maud a big gift.

……

Snapped--

"Thank you for letting me."

Although Andrea spoke humble words, her eyes were not humble at all.

As another old man, whose name she couldn't remember but whose status could be seen from the conversations of the people around him, admitted defeat, Andrea glanced at everyone.

Clearing her throat, the little princess wanted to say 'who else', or 'I'm not targeting anyone, but everyone here is ***', but after thinking about it, she didn't say it out loud.

Mr. Irwin said that it would be better to wait until she defeated a famous person before saying such things, as this would be more impactful, and...

"That's right, it's not what I thought, it's what he taught me!"

Clenching her fists, Andrea convinced herself in her heart and said with a smile:

"So, who's next?"

The place fell silent for a moment.

From taking turns non-stop at the beginning to having to wait a while after winning each game, it only took half a day.

Obviously, the onlookers have gradually realized that this is not an easy game.

There was silence for a while, and then an elderly man walked out.

He has been watching it for quite some time, and now he plans to try it himself.

"I--"

"I come."

boom--

Odysseus was the first to speak after he landed on the ground. He gave the old man an apologetic smile, and many of the onlookers recognized his identity.

"Odysseus?"

Although she had never met him, Andrea saw the young nobleman who had made the harsh words yesterday walk up. So, as expected, this blond young man was the prince of Qatar, the famous Odysseus.

"It's me, Miss Leah... I don't know where you are from. How come I've never heard of your name before, such a beautiful girl like you?"

Taking two steps forward, Odysseus sat opposite Andrea.

Without making any noise, he tried to find out the other party's background.

"You are not the first one to be curious about this, Your Highness. But if you want to know, you'd better beat me first."

With a slight smile, Andrea spread her hands.

"You coming or me?"

"Of course you can't do it. Otherwise, if you put up a 1, 2, 3 lineup, I will definitely lose. And if I do it... Actually, Miss Leah, I think your game is unfair."

"Ok?"

Lifting her eyes from the table, Andrea looked at the foreign prince in front of her who was smiling a little too enthusiastically, and expressed her doubts.

"From the perspective of the bet, a hundred times the odds is unfair to you, Miss Leah."

"From a gaming perspective, this game that tests calculation and strategy was set in advance under your rules, Miss Leah. This is a bit unfair to the challengers."

"I know that you are using your financial disadvantage to make up for the home advantage... But if you want to prove that you are really better than all the challengers, then you should use fairer means to play the game, right?"

Odysseus' words obviously caused heated discussions among the people around him.

Yes, everyone knew that since Andrea dared to set up this game, perhaps she had already studied it for months or even years in advance, and she was using this time difference to gain an advantage.

Before, considering that the bet would be paid a hundred times, no one paid attention to this point, which was also a psychological loophole. But now it seems that the Qatari prince is worthy of being a famous debater, and he easily found the loophole.

"So what do you mean?"

Although she was a little panicked, Andrea's expression remained unchanged. On the contrary, she tried her best to appear to be at ease.

But this did not fool Odysseus... Laughing secretly, the young prince said loudly:

"I won't take advantage of you. I will bet against you with wealth equivalent to yours, but at the same time, I also require you to compete with me on the same level."

"Three rows of gold coins are too simple, and it's too easy to find a pattern, so I'm going to increase the number and the number of bets."

"...Is that all?"

She was a little nervous just now, but then she breathed a sigh of relief and Andrea relaxed a lot.

She leaned back in her chair and said with a smile:

"If that's the case... I can agree to your request."

"It's just that if you want to bet the same amount of wealth, every time you lose, I'm afraid you have to double the bet. If you lose a few more times, I'm afraid it will be an astronomical amount of money."

"I know, but the goddess is my witness. Even if I don't have enough wealth now, I will return it to you in the future. This is Odysseus' promise."

After making a solemn promise, Odysseus spoke in a deep voice under the gaze of the crowd:

"So, can we start this new game?"

"Of course, please. But the result will not be any different."

Andrea smiled slightly, feeling a little emotional for a moment. This feeling of being overwhelmed by others in terms of IQ... is really interesting.

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The conference on earth is still in full swing, and the wedding on the sea has also begun preparations. However, these are all scenery on the ground, and there is nothing underground.

Even though it was an invitation sent by the King of Gods, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he avoided the gods of the underworld as if they did not exist at all.

Under the shining of the dark moon, the corners of the underworld are as deserted as ever.

The water of the River Styx rolled forward, and millions of souls struggled in it.

Next to a huge pool, a gray-robed goddess stared at the hideous and desperate soul in the pool, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

This is human arrogance and ignorance.

The closer they are to God, not only do they not know how to be grateful, but they will also try to provoke and deceive... If it weren't for the faith, I'm afraid they would have been destroyed by God again long ago.

"What are you looking at?"

"This is... Tantalus?"

At some point, the incarnation of the golden apple tree, now the Olympian goddess of life, Moanda, also appeared by the lake.

She looked in the direction the gray-robed goddess was looking, and of course she saw the madman, the son of Zeus, who cooked his own son into a dish to entertain the gods.

As eternal beings, the gods have always learned many means of eternal punishment over the long years, such as this one.

They turned Tantalus' flesh into fruit trees, his blood into pools of water, and then locked his soul in the pool, leaving him to suffer from the cold, wind, hunger and thirst.

He was only above the surface of the pond from his chin up, with the curved branches of the fruit trees hanging over his head. But when he wanted to drink water, the surface of the pond would drop just a hair's breadth below him; when he wanted to eat, the wind would lift the branches and let the fruits float past him.

Being out of reach and living indefinitely, this was the punishment the gods gave him.

"You asked me to meet here...what do you mean?"

Still smiling, Moanda asked.

"I just want to tell you that as gods of the underworld, we may not have much presence, but we still have an advantage, such as living long enough."

Eris spoke calmly, as one of the oldest gods in the world besides the first Titans and the original gods, the gods of the underworld are not as powerful as other gods.

However, this also makes them often pay attention to things that the powerful ones do not notice. For example, there was a person named Moanda beside the former Mother Earth.

"Really? That's really amazing."

There was no sincerity, as if the Goddess of Life did not hear the other party's temptation, and her attitude was very casual.

But Eris had only asked casually, she had no real intention of doing anything.

It was just that this feud between the former master and servant was very much to the liking of this disaffected goddess.

"Give me the things as the God King wants."

Speaking quietly, Eris held out her hand.

And Moanda didn't say anything. She just flipped her palm, and then a shining golden apple appeared in her hand.