The Greece Antagonist

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Several days later, it was nighttime.

Luo En sat at his bedroom desk, activated the illuminating fluorite, and, as usual, pulled out several ancient magical tomes from the bookshelf that appeared beside him, hungrily flipping through them.

As the sacred land of the Goddess of Memory, the collection of books and knowledge reserves here were, undoubtedly, the most comprehensive library in all of Greece.

In theory, as long as Goddess Mnemosyne nodded her head, any visitor granted access could peruse any materials and books they desired.

The ones before him were essentially the textbooks he urgently needed, which could greatly complete his framework of magical knowledge.

While reading, Luo En turned the pages of the magic tomes at a very fast pace, scanning ten lines, even a hundred lines, with his eyes at a time.

But even so, as soon as he put down a book and closed his eyes, those obscure and difficult passages would clearly emerge in his mind, as if directly etched in the depths of his memory, transforming into an immortal palace, never to fade.

——The crown of thoughts, the palace of memory.

This was the blessing from the nine Muses and the Goddess of Memory.

It is said that there was a Greek poet – Simonides – who attended a feast, and after he passionately recited a lyric poem in the grand banquet hall praising the great gods Castor and Pollux, he was called out by an oracle of the gods. Meanwhile, the banquet hall collapsed, and not a single guest inside survived. The bodies were indistinct and hard for families to recognize, yet Simonides identified each one based on their seating arrangements in the hall, as if he used his hands to rebuild the palace of memory with the revelation of the oracle.

Therefore, Greeks believed that there was a palace governed by the Goddess of Memory deep within human memory; those who could open it would tap into the spring of knowledge and wisdom.

Thus, using it for literary creation, to continue writing the "Divine Chronicle" and the "Sacred Words," was merely its initial application. To harness one's learning abilities and make the accumulation of knowledge leap qualitatively, that was the real way to unlock it.

And with the blessing of thoughts and the access permissions given to him by the Goddess of Memory and the nine Muses, Luo En frantically scoured through tens of thousands of various books on the shelves. Within just a few days, he had nearly swept through the entire library, constructing his own palace of knowledge deep within his mind.

His knowledge reserves and magical level also soared dramatically as a result.

Unfortunately, the completion of the "crown of thoughts" signified that he no longer had a reason to stay.

Theoretically, he was about to be shown the door by the Goddess of Memory.

However, after Luo En quickly finished flipping through several magical tomes in his hands, he calmly pulled out paper and pen from beside the desk and wrote down today's three "reading reflections."

——The Man Who Sold Statues, The Fox and the Grapes, The Lion and the Wild Donkey

Soon, under the blessing of the Muse's inspiration, the three vividly interesting stories with witty and humorous language were completed.

After reviewing them and ensuring there were no taboo phrases, Luo En was satisfied. He dried the ink and stuffed the three sheets of parchment filled with his reflections into the magical tomes he had read, preparing to hand them over to the Goddess of Memory the next day.

As per the usual practice these past few days, upon receiving the returned magical tomes and reading his "reflections," Mnemosyne would most likely praise his learning attitude and generously extend his stay in the Temple of Memory, encouraging him to continue his diligent efforts.

After all, history had proven the enduring cultural impact of Aesop's Fables.

Moreover, in a world of gods rife with schemes and battle, some fables that stray from grand narratives and have a unique content were simply a delightful diversion that added color to the life of Mnemosyne, who loved reading and knowledge.

And it was for this reason that the Goddess of Memory turned a blind eye, allowing Luo En's prolonged visit.

Having completed the updates for the next day, Luo En felt refreshed and comfortable in both body and mind.

No help for it, the life of an author is always so simple and pure.

——Happy with manuscripts in reserve, in agony without them.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Ee-ya~"

Just as Luo En stretched his body, preparing to meditate and rest in bed, the door was quietly pushed open, and a sly, graceful figure slipped in, taking advantage of the night.

"Euterpe?"

Seeing the lively and cute Muse, Luo En paused for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"It's so late… what brings you here?"

"To discuss poetry…"

Euterpe tightened her grip on the wax tablet in her arms, and her sparkling eyes fell on Luo En and the bed behind him. She couldn't help but lick her moist lips.

Incidentally, she presided over love poetry…

As the temperature around them rose, Luo En immediately caught on, his throat dry as he gestured for Euterpe to sit by the bed, preparing to discuss the true essence of love with her.

And when it came to such ethereal matters, experience was the best teacher!

Obviously, the Muse who had willingly come over also deeply agreed.

But just as the two culture enthusiasts were about to delve deeper into a literary exploration, two more figures squeezed through the half-open door.

"Thalia? Melpomene? What is this..."

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"Discussing the script…"

"Coaching the lines…"

The two Muses, responsible for comedy and pastoral, as well as tragedy and elegy, explained their presence with a fleeting glance, while casting a melancholic look towards their sister who had appeared in the bed.

But before they could speak, three more figures squeezed into the room.

Suddenly, it was three elder sisters of the Nine Muses—Calliope, who presides over heroic epics, Clio, who presides over history, and Euterpe, who presides over lyric poetry.

Right after the door had closed, it was pushed open again from the outside.

Polymnia who presides over hymns and rhetoric, Urania who is in charge of astronomy and astrology, and Terpsichore who is in charge of choral singing and dance also came in.

Within the somewhat cramped threshold, the nine Muses gathered together, looking at each other with embarrassment and subtle expressions.

Luo En cleared his throat to break the eerie silence and cautiously inquired the six Muses who had just arrived.

"Are you also here to talk about the script?"

"Script? What script?"

The three elder Muses looked confused upon hearing this.

"We heard from Mother that you were about to leave and came specifically to see you off."

"Yes, because of Mother's command, we are afraid we won't be able to leave the Temple of Memory together and accompany you."

Am I leaving?

Soon Luo En realized it was a casual brush-off from the Goddess of Memory—just yesterday, she had signaled him to update more and slack off less.

She probably couldn't bear to lower her dignity, feigning a just image devoid of any private deals with him, purposely adopting a distanced attitude.

By the way, it also kept those Muses at a distance from him until the problem was resolved.

But these Muses, as daughters, believed it to be true, thinking their parting was imminent, and thus all crammed in to cherish the last moments of their time together.

Realizing the misunderstanding, Luo En immediately smiled and spoke a good word for the Goddess of Memory.

"No problem, I can understand Goddess Mnemosyne's predicament."

"That is only the will of the Mother Goddess, it does not represent our thoughts!"

At this, the Muses, upon hearing these words, felt even more anxious and excitedly grasped Luo En's arms, seriously stating.

"Whenever and wherever, we are willing to be with you, we have absolutely no intention of abandoning you!"

Seeing their line of thought, seemingly starting to stray, Luo En subconsciously wanted to speak up to correct it.

However, the nine Muses exchanged looks, as if they had come to a certain resolution, and solemnly declared.

"Tonight, let us honor this promise in our own way!"

Honor this promise?

As Luo En was somewhat perplexed, nine arms grabbed onto his arms, wrapped around his shoulders, cradled his head, or pressed on his chest…

A pair of eyes, whether lively, solemn, gentle, or serious, all stared intently at that handsome face, their burning gazes igniting the air in the bedroom.

In that moment, Luo En realized what the nine Muses meant by "honoring the promise."

And before he could speak, the fiery and impulsive "love" took the lead, plunging down to seal his lips with a passionate prolonged kiss.

As Euterpe took the initiative, the remaining eight Muses were not to be outdone and surged forward, each one filling up the divine male spirit in their own way.

While the Muses are nine goddesses with distinct personalities, because of their shared "artistic" divine office, they could also exist as a collective thought.

"Click~"

The fluorite shattered, and the room plunged into darkness.

Amidst repeated "devotion" and "admiration" from the nine Muses, the new leader of the Muses could no longer restrain himself, turned over and rose up, refilling the nine desires over and over, leaving his own marks imprinted.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the Temple of Memory.

Goddess Mnemosyne, in front of her desk, gazed at the swaying bookshelves around her and the faint, alluring sounds from deep within the temple, with a face black as the bottom of a pot.

But in the end, looking at the three book reviews in her hand, she could only resignedly sketch out several lines of Hermes Script, isolating herself in a peaceful environment, and continued reading the manuscript in her hands.