She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

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1 The background of Marie Su, a European and American giant, is superimposed, independent of the main text, but it will echo the plot part of the main text, so it is not recommended to read the extra episode directly;

The 2-person design basically follows the text, but will be adjusted according to the modern background.Some Olympus gods with fewer scenes in the main text will appear; [Highlight] There may be spoof clips such as character image collapse, if you really like any Olympus or Titan god, please confirm that you can accept it with a relaxed and open mind The author's deduction, the document belongs to the original author, and the magic modification belongs to me;

3 There are inevitably some stereotypes and jokes, which do not represent any views of the author;

4 The essence is still a love story between Pandora and Hermes, still bg-oriented, without bl content, but a small number of bisexual|pansexual|asexual supporting characters (for example, Aphrodite) appear in the scene.

5 Repeat: au extras have nothing to do with the main text.

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Thanks to summmmmer for the overlord ticket, and thanks to Yihe and znhdi for the irrigation nutrient solution!

The car stopped on the side of the street, and strong drumming and vocals floated in from the lowered half of the car window. Pandora took a look and saw a mansion of exaggerated scale. , Blind people's eyes.It seems like the party is in full swing.She called up an email on her mobile phone to verify that the address was correct, then looked at the location on the map of the taxi app, and asked uncertainly, "The address I gave...is this here?"

The Uber driver glanced at the navigation: "No. 1212 Agra Avenue, this is it."

"OK, thanks."

"I'll help you carry your luggage." The driver was quite enthusiastic, got out of the car and ran to the rear of the car to open the trunk lid.

She stepped onto the sidewalk and stared blankly at the house number 1212 written on the side of the gate.Only by standing in front of the closed automatic metal gates does one really get a sense of the size of the manor-like house: outrageous, an entire block, right?

And a dilapidated trolley case of boarding size, a portable sports bag, and a second-hand store cowhide messenger bag on his body, these are all Pandora Titanes' possessions.The driver seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura of the mansion, and stood beside Pandora in silence for a long time.She couldn't help explaining: "The people who live here are my distant relatives..."

"Oh," the other party scratched his head embarrassingly, and raised his hand, "then... wish you good luck?"

I don't know if it was good luck or bad luck that I was forced to come here.

After the taillights of the car turned around the street corner and disappeared, Pandora dragged the box to the doorbell with the camera, and tentatively pressed the button.

There was no response for a long while.

She pressed it twice, thinking about what to do if no one answered the door.Her unreliable guardian only gave her an address and said that she could just come to her door, not even a phone number.I can only hope that no nearby residents will find her acting suspicious and report to the police.

If you ask her, Pandora Titanius, why a girl who will only turn 18 at the end of the year stands here and rang the doorbell of a strange mansion, it would be a long story.

In short, her guardian invested in virtual currency and went bankrupt, including the deposit she had prepared for her college tuition.Pandora almost ran away from home when she found out.As a result, the unreliable man did a long time of psychological preparation, locked himself in the bathroom with a sullen face, and made a long phone call.After hanging up the phone, he knocked on Pandora's door, rubbed his hands and told her carefully: The children of a distant relative's family were in the same university as hers, and after hearing about the situation of the Titanes family, they expressed their willingness to take them in. She graciously covered the tuition as well.About a week later, a forwarded email was sent to Pandora's mailbox, which only contained this address.

When she heard that the other party readily agreed to pay one more tuition fee for a private university, Pandora felt that this relative was not simple.But I really didn't expect that it would be so simple as to have a mansion in a university town with expensive land. After all...after all, who made her two guardians look like that, not like (distant) relatives of rich people at all.

After ringing the doorbell for about 10 minutes, Pandora sighed and began to think about planb

If it doesn’t work, I’ll take a taxi to a nearby cheap hotel to make do with it for one night. She still has one thousand kroner saved up from working in high school, plus a wad of wrinkled paper that her guardian stuffed into her hand guiltily when she sent her to the airport security checkpoint. Baba twenty crown note.At worst, she would have to give up relying on distant relatives.The tuition fees for the new fall semester have already been paid, and the biggest problem is where to live.Undergraduate dorms are very expensive, and apply early, as the deadline has passed.I don't know if she has enough cash to pay the deposit if she starts looking for a house now.Moreover, she has no guarantor here, can't issue a fat deposit certificate, and the minor has no credit history, so the landlord may not be willing to rent to her.In that case, if you can save as much as you can, it's better to find a restaurant that is open all night and squat down...

The more Pandora thought about it, the more her head became dizzy, and she really wanted to call home immediately and scold that idiot who was supposed to be her adoptive father and younger brother.

"Do you need help?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind her, she was startled, and almost tripped over the sports bag on the ground when she hurriedly turned around.

The other party reached out to help her: "Be careful."

He is a young man with dark hair, tall and slightly bigger than Pandora, wearing outdoor sportswear that fits closely to the figure, wearing colorful running shoes and hanging neck headphones, like a passerby running at night.

"I'm sorry...uh, I mean, thank you," Pandora was conscious of looking suspicious, almost incoherent under the tension, "I... I came to visit relatives, no one answered the door, but I There is only an address, no contact number, so..."

"A relative?" The other party raised his eyebrows.His emerald green eyes gave off an unwarranted sense of tension as he stared intently at him.It's like being examined under a magnifying glass, unable to hide any clues of lying.

Pandora bit the bullet and replied: "Yes, distant relative, if you happen to know someone from this family, can you call or text me?"

The young man blinked and said calmly, "I live here."

"..." She was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone: "I am Pandora Titanes, my guardian Epimetheus should have called, and there is also an email—"

The other party showed a hint of surprise: "Are you the adopted daughter of Prometheus?"

"Yes, he is my adoptive father."

It's just an unreliable adoptive father who has been missing for five full years and has not heard from him.

"Although I haven't heard that anyone from the Titanes family is coming here, you are not lying," he said with certainty, reaching into the pocket of his sports coat, taking out a small square like a remote control and pressing it. The metal door buzzed and slid open on both sides, and he took her luggage naturally, "Come in first."

"Thank you," she paused uncertainly, "...sir?"

"Hermes Olymboy, just call me Hermes," he led her across the manicured lawn, raised his hand to block the colored beams of spotlights, and naturally He turned sideways to block her, "You came at a bad time, Apollo and the others were in high spirits, probably no one has the heart to listen to the doorbell."

Who is Apollo?

Hermes only glanced at her and replied clearly: "Oh, Apollo is my brother and lives here too. You can see him later."

Pandora nodded to express her understanding.

He led her through a side door into what looked like a hall.Here, music and other noises are louder.Hermes leaned down slightly, and said in a voice she could hear clearly: "Put your luggage here first, follow me."

Pandora held the strap of her messenger bag, followed Hermes, and looked around curiously.

The interior of the mansion is mainly white, similar in style to the exterior of the building, following an elegant neoclassical route, with not much furniture, for example, there is only a huge vase in the foyer.Because of this, the large clean and reflective marble floor gave Pandora the illusion of entering some kind of museum.

However, the next room completely overturned her cognition.

It was a rather spacious living room-like room.TV screens line one wall, and without exception, every screen is showing fighting events, ranging from Greco-Roman wrestling and mixed martial arts to muay thai to jujitsu karate.The voices of cheering, booing, and commentary in the live recordings of many events overlapped and mixed together, creating a shocking atmosphere comparable to the Colosseum.There was a long sofa facing this wall, Hermes and Pandora stepped into the room, and the people on the sofa turned their heads abruptly, like soldiers who noticed the falling shells.

fierce eyes.This was Pandora's first impression of this man.

The man's arms casually resting on the couch are muscular, his skin is a healthy wheat color, his beard is thick, and his short beard has been carefully groomed, making his sharp and mature face even more apparent.I always feel... It feels like he will go directly to the stage of the mixed martial arts competition on the screen and there will be no sense of disobedience.

"Hey Ares," Hermes greeted with a smile without being affected by the dangerous aura emanating from the other party, "I have guests, I'll go in first."

Ares glanced at Pandora, turned his head and continued to watch his fighting match without interest.Pandora couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.As for which screen he was watching the game on, only I knew.

"Aris, my other brother. As you can see, he is a fanatic of martial arts. As long as you don't make him angry, he is not as difficult to get along with as he looks."

Hermes and Ares are brothers?There is a huge difference between the two in appearance and temperament.Pandora froze for a moment.

He smiled and explained: "A half-brother."

Pandora nodded knowingly.Even if it is a stereotype, it is really not surprising that the family situation of the "upper class" is complicated.And as far as her family situation is far from normal, she would never comment on other people's family affairs at will.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the Colosseum, Hermes seemed to suddenly remember, stopped and turned around: "Do you know who is in contact with your guardian?"

Pandora pulled out the email: "There is no signature, but the email address is this..."

He took a look at her cell phone whose screen had fallen out of a cobweb, and was a little surprised.She thought he was surprised by the miserable condition of her outdated mobile phone, so she felt a little embarrassed after realizing it, so she bit her lower lip and said nothing.But what surprised him seemed to be something else: "This is my father's private mailbox."

Pandora didn't quite understand why it was so surprising.

Hermes sighed shortly: "Everyone in this house seldom contacted father proactively. As far as I know, he never mentioned to anyone that Prometheus' daughter would come. Probably..." He paused, as if deliberating what to say.

Instead, Pandora calmed down: "Mr. Olymboy must be very busy, maybe he forgot."

The other party watched her silent for a few seconds, then suddenly took out the latest smart phone from his pocket and typed quickly, then raised his eyes and smiled at her comfortingly: "I sent a message to his secretary to inquire about the situation, don't worry."

"thank you very much."

"you are welcome."

A few beats of a sudden cold scene.

Hermes put one hand in the coat pocket, watching Pandora's eyes flicker, as if thinking about how to settle her next.He then bent his lips.His smile has a strange charm, which can immediately make the awkward atmosphere relaxed and natural. "By the way, do you like music?"

The topic changed too abruptly, she subconsciously replied: "It's okay...?"

"Apollo's new band is rehearsing in the backyard tonight. While waiting for my father's reply, if you are interested, you can listen to it casually." Aggressive and polite scrutiny, "Of course, you are probably tired, I can also ask Hestia to clean up your room for you to rest."

Normally, Pandora would probably choose to rest.But in the new environment and with the unknown future situation, she didn't feel sleepy, but just wanted to find something to divert her attention.Of course, it would be a lie to have no interest in the "band" played by the son of the Olymboi family.However, isn't the average person playing a band in a garage?Is this the advantage of not being afraid of disturbing the people...

So she replied, "If Apollo doesn't mind..."

Hermes seemed satisfied with her answer: "He doesn't mind. Rather, he is a self-absorbed type who forgets that there are audiences as soon as he takes the stage. Come with me."

He took Pandora's hand, opened a glass door that looked like a floor-to-ceiling window, and led her into the noisy summer night in the backyard of No. 1212 Agra.

There is a decent stage in the backyard, or in the huge garden.There was a four-piece band on the stage, but there were many people sitting in the audience.

"You just sit here, I'll be right back."

Pandora smiled politely at Hermes, and sat down on the folding chair in the last row.

Looking intently at the stage, a blond young man was standing in the middle of the stage playing the electric guitar, and the spotlight was on him.He has a face that can only be described as handsome no matter how you look at it, and his voice is very pleasant, but... his typhoon is very unique.It's hard to tell whether he's crooning or reciting poetry while tossing his beautiful blond curls.Pandora struggled to identify a song and found that even though she understood every word, she still couldn't figure out what he was singing about.Since there are many words such as "brilliance", "brightness" and "purification" in the lyrics, it is probably a new style that mixes new age music and mainstream rock...

The saddest thing is that his avant-garde vocals and the accompaniment that the bass, keyboards and drummers are trying to provide can't be said to be in harmony, it can only be said to be irrelevant.

After singing (reading) about three songs, Apollo finally stopped, opened his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head, which is exactly the posture of a superstar feeling the audience screaming and cheering after the finale.

But let alone screaming and cheering, there was no applause.

The audience in the audience chatted and laughed, clinked glasses and laughed enthusiastically, as if they were completely unaware that the performance was over.

Pandora applauded symbolically out of courtesy.

The next moment, Apollo suddenly opened his eyes and looked in her direction very accurately.

Four eyes facing each other.

In the next second, the blond young man jumped off the stage, teleported to Pandora, and held her hand excitedly: "Do you understand? Can you understand my creative persistence?"

"Uh……"

Apollo's blue eyes sparkled: "Which song do you like best?"

"The first, the first song? The one that keeps repeating the glory at the end?..."

"What do you think that song is expressing?"

Pandora gave up thinking: "Praise... the sun?"

Apollo directly knelt down on one knee: "I've been waiting for a long time, and it's finally here. You must be my muse!"

Pandora: "... what??"