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Chapter 217: The Stolen Kiss of Pandora
🕑 Added 2025-05-14 09:03:32 +0000 UTC
“It seems you’re thinking something improper again!”
Pandora shot Blake an annoyed glare, puffing her cheeks in frustration.
“I am the goddess who oversees the reincarnation ritual of a Campione. Since you’ve become one, that makes you my child, and I am your mother. What’s wrong with that?”
Campione…
Blake’s eyes widened slightly. A trace of excitement flickered across his face.
“I see… so I really did kill Poseidon, the god of the sea.”
“I watched your battle. It was spectacular!”
Pandora’s irritation vanished in an instant, replaced by childlike excitement. It was as if she had completely forgotten her previous scolding.
“Among all my children, your performance was the best! To slay Poseidon, one of the three supreme Greek gods, in his own domain—the ocean? That’s unheard of! I wish I could step out of here just to give you a big hug as a reward!”
Before Blake could respond, Pandora launched herself at him, wrapping her small arms around his neck. Her delicate body was so light that she barely added any weight as he caught her mid-air.
“You’re Blake, right? You did amazing!”
“Uh…”
Blake stood there, holding the petite goddess, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Despite her claims of motherhood, her behavior felt more like that of an affectionate little sister.
“So, I really became a Campione?”
“Of course!” Pandora grinned, looking up at him.
“Through the reincarnation ritual created by me and Epimetheus, you absorbed Poseidon’s power as the offering for your transformation. That means you’re no longer just an ordinary godslayer. You’ve inherited his authority over the sea, storms, and earthquakes!”
Blake’s brows furrowed slightly. Something about her explanation sounded… off.
Pandora suddenly tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“But something strange happened.”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “Strange how?”
“In all my years of conducting this ritual, a Campione is supposed to gain one power from the god they slay. But when Poseidon’s divinity transferred into you… your body didn’t just take a fragment. It absorbed everything! You didn’t just steal his authority—you have completely replaced him.”
She moved in closer, her violet eyes gleaming with fascination.
“Tell me, are you hiding something from your mother? That kind of power absorption… it shouldn’t be possible for a normal Campione.”
Blake stiffened. He didn’t have any unique bloodline or hidden physique that would explain this anomaly. Yet, a memory flickered in his mind.
Could it be… the system?
Before he could dwell on it further, Pandora suddenly pouted and flicked his forehead.
“You’re such a naughty child! Hiding secrets from your mother. But whatever~”
She twirled around, clasping her hands behind her back.
“Even if I don’t understand why you absorbed all of Poseidon’s power, it’s a good thing, right? You’re much stronger because of it.”
Blake nodded slowly. Whatever had happened, it worked in his favor.
However, before he could ask more, a familiar dizziness washed over him. His vision blurred, and a wave of nausea struck.
“It seems your time here is up.”
Pandora sighed, giving him a regretful look.
“I’ll be waiting for our next meeting.”
At that moment, a system notification echoed in his mind.
Ding!
Special task activated: Steal a kiss from Pandora.
Reward: 200 Luck Points.
Blake’s fading consciousness jolted awake at the absurd task.
“Wait, what?”
Before he even had time to think, instinct took over. Moving on impulse, he bent down and captured Pandora’s lips.
“Mmm—?!”
Pandora’s violet eyes widened in shock. She remained frozen, too stunned to react.
The kiss was brief—just a mere second—but in that moment, time seemed to stop. Then, as quickly as it happened, Blake disappeared from the ritual space.
Silence filled the void.
Pandora stood there, still dazed, pressing a hand to her lips. A deep red blush slowly spread across her pale cheeks.
“That… that naughty child!”
She stomped her foot, twin ponytails bouncing as she huffed in frustration.
“Stealing a kiss from his own mother…! I should be furious… I should…”
She mumbled incoherently, her voice growing softer. Finally, with one last glance at where Blake had stood, she whispered under her breath:
“…I’ll just consider it a reward for his achievements.”
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Back in the Mortal World
When Blake’s consciousness returned, he found himself staring at a familiar ceiling.
He sat up, glancing around. The room was his—back at the Bronze Black Cross headquarters.
“They brought me back, huh…”
Stretching his arms, he let out a sigh of relief. Before he could dwell on the battle any further, a flood of system notifications rang in his mind.
Ding!
Master has successfully wielded the God Slayer Spear. 100 Luck Points consumed.
Ding!
Congratulations! Master has become a Campione. Reward: 1000 Luck Points.
Remaining Luck Points: 4730.
Ding!
Hidden task completed: Absorbed all of Poseidon's power. Special evolution triggered.
Blake’s eyes flickered. So, it really was the system’s doing…
Then, the final notification dropped.
Ding!
Task completed: Forced Kiss on Pandora.
Reward: 200 Luck Points.
Remaining Luck Points: 4930.
Blake’s expression stiffened.
“…Wait, I actually did that?”
A second later, Sia’s voice rang in his mind, barely suppressing laughter.
“Haha… Master, I watched the whole thing. You really did it.”
Blake groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Damn it…”
Was he really that much of a l*licon? Even in his dazed state, he instinctively kissed Pandora?
Then, just as he was reeling from embarrassment, another system notification appeared.
Ding!
New Task Chain Activated: Destruction in Mythology.
Objective: Eliminate a minimum of 20 Gods of a pantheon from existence.
Reward: Based on success and scope of destruction.
Blake’s breath hitched.
“…What the hell kind of task is this?”
The system had given him absurd quests before, but this?
Destroy a bunch of gods from a mythology?
Blake leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. The implications of this mission were terrifying. But at the same time…
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
“Well… things just got interesting.”
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