Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 434: Gods are Cruel

Chapter 434 - 434: Gods are Cruel

"Hehe, just like I remember..."

Moran looked at the restless Ereshkigal.

Completely consistent with his memories.

[Ereshkigal wants to maintain the nobility and dignity of a goddess but also wants to get closer to others.]

[Her mentality is both awkward and contradictory.]

[She wants to maintain the image of the terrifying mistress of the underworld but doesn't want others to see through her girlish heart.]

[Her girlish aura is just too strong.]

[However, in your opinion, this kind of Ereshkigal is much cuter and more beautiful than Ishtar.]

[When dealing with a goddess like Ereshkigal,]

[You have to be straightforward and direct.]

[Sincerity is the greatest weapon against a goddess with a quirky personality, as Moran, who has deep romantic experience, says.]

[Conquer the goddess and make her shy.]

[This is also his old profession.]

"I believe that a goddess who governs death and decay is not necessarily an evil goddess. Similarly, a goddess who governs beauty and harvest is not necessarily a kind and wise goddess.

Although divine authority and divine duties do give people stereotypes, as a demigod, I have my own thoughts and the right to speak about gods."

Moran expressed his thoughts.

Not only to impress Ereshkigal, but also his long-held thoughts from interacting with gods.

These words came from the bottom of his heart.

They were extremely sincere thoughts.

"Well said. It is indeed as you said, divine authority and divine duties cannot represent the personality of the gods themselves. However, for humans, it's generally correct to judge based on the stereotypes of divine authority and divine duties in common situations.

After all, special situations are ultimately special situations."

Ereshkigal acknowledged Moran.

However, she lowered her head slightly and also had a clear understanding of herself.

A god like herself is ultimately an anomaly.

Although she was happy that Moran could think that way, she still had to say that she was an exception.

"Moran, getting too close to the gods has considerable risks. If my personality were really that cruel and ruthless, you would suffer a great loss. In Mesopotamia, a god like me is an exception; gods like Ishtar are the majority."

Ereshkigal seemed to be warning Moran.

In reality, she was worried about him.

It was rare to meet a human who could be so close to her, and she sincerely hoped that Moran would be safe.

Regarding the gods, she had nothing to say.

Gods are irrational beings who conquer and ravage humans, only looking very glamorous.

"Yes, I understand. However, I also know that Ereshkigal, you are a gentle god."

"Oh? What is your basis? If you have no basis, then I can only assume that you are underestimating the gods too much. In that case, even I will inflict punishment on your arrogance!"

Ereshkigal's attitude became tough.

She couldn't help but feel sorry.

[She finally has a human who is close to her, but in the end, she still has to carry out cruelty and ruthlessness.]

[Because this is for his own good.]

[Blindly believing that gods are good beings will most likely only be harmed by other gods. In order to prevent humans from having too many fantasies, Ereshkigal has a responsibility to warn the world.]

[Gods are cruel and ruthless beings.]

[Precisely because she cherishes the man in front of her, she must let him know that gods are not gentle.]

[Ereshkigal never thought of herself as gentle.]

[She felt that this word didn't suit her.]

The temperature dropped sharply in an instant.

The divine pressure that had previously subsided reappeared, and death and coldness filled this desolate space.

Significant hostility seemed to turn into a tide.

Tightly surrounding Moran.

If it were an ordinary person, just feeling this pressure would probably be enough to make them unable to even stand up.

However, Moran faced the pressure and coldness and stood firm.

"...You don't fear me?"

Ereshkigal frowned slightly.

She didn't expect Moran's attitude to be so tough, actually facing her to this extent without retreating.

In an instant, the pressure was withdrawn again.

"It seems you have your own basis."

Ereshkigal saw something.

Moran's awe-inspiring and fearless expression was not that of an ignorant person; he undoubtedly had some basis.

Otherwise, he wouldn't show this attitude.

"Along the way, I walked down from the highest level of the underworld. Besides desolation and coldness, I also saw other things.

Ereshkigal. The world says that you bind the souls of the dead in cages, not even allowing them to dissipate. They also say that you are a terrible goddess who imprisons souls you like in cages and plays with them for tens of thousands of years."

Moran stared at Ereshkigal.

Compared to the heartwarming and gentle words from before, this time it was as painful as a sharp sword.

"Hmph, that's right. I am such a terrible goddess. Moran, aren't you very clear about my nature?"

Ereshkigal's expression was indifferent and cold.

Her hands slightly clenched her cloak.

[She could have a good relationship with the man in front of her, but she can't.]

[She must make people aware of the cruelty of the gods.]

[But no matter what, she feels sorry and doesn't want to push away this rare human like this.]

[She doesn't really want to endure loneliness.]

[If she succumbed to her inner desires and deceived herself by saying "gods are gentle," she might be able to get closer.]

[But what are the gods really like?]

[Ereshkigal knows very well that approaching them with a friendly attitude will only lead to being covered in wounds.]

[The gods only see humans as tools.]

[She doesn't want the man to have fantasies about these gods.]

[For the sake of the man's future,]

[Ereshkigal is willing to continue enduring loneliness and play the usual cruel and ruthless goddess of the underworld.]

—Yes, this is good.

—Even if he hates me, it doesn't matter; if it can make his future better, then it's okay.

—I am the terrifying goddess who controls the underworld; this is my way of protecting humans... I'm already used to not being understood.

Ereshkigal bit her lip.

She once again chose to resign herself to adversity, putting herself on the cruel and ruthless throne.

Once again, she fell into the cycle of only considering others.

And not considering herself.

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