Me, Hydra

"Angry boobs. Painful boobs?"

"Both of them hurt?"

"Does the boss have a boob?"

Hydra: "..."

Shaking her head helplessly, Hydra was keeping a pessimistic enough view of her own group of cyborgs....

Playing a set of Olympus Folded Plum Hands on his compatriots, Hadera took a breath.

"You guys, you like to mess with me all the time...you still act like you're happy when it's times like this...I'd like to stick your heads in a urinal..."

Hearing Hydra's words, his countrymen swallowed. Then a ghostly voice sounded.

"Something like urine is actually fine, with mostly bitter ingredients. But if you bite your teeth, it's still easy to make it through..."

The speaker was the Head of Space-Seven, being Hydra's number one trash...no, assistant. I could tell that he was very thorough in his study of the creature, and on this day you could hear it in his haunted gaze and tone of voice, and see....

Scratching his face in some embarrassment, Hydra surprisingly didn't have much in the way of a retort, despite the resentment between Seven's words.

"Ahem... to be reasonable, you're growing in strength quite quickly..."

"But that's not what I was thinking..."

Suddenly remembering something, Hydra clapped her hands together.

"Oh, I almost forgot! The taste of urine shouldn't be bitter, if I remember correctly relying on the immortal divinity in Uranus' body, his urine should be fresh, fresh and disease-free should taste similar to plain water. The bitterness you mentioned should be due to other chemicals...uh, did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"........"

After a moment of silence, Seven looked with incredulous eyes at Hydra's becoming more embarrassed face.

"And you've given me something to eat? How come I don't know? Am I your real brother or not?"

"Should... should be... haha... hahahaha..."

Hydra let out a sawdust-like laugh, from the expression to the sound to the final, stiff, wind-up-like muscles, all showing Hydra's embarrassment.

In order to prevent the pathogens from spreading out and destroying the environment or infecting animals, Hydra would usually pour the discarded pathogens directly into the mouth of the Head of Space after completing the experiment.

You may ask, since Hydra's attribute is poison, it could have consumed and defused the wasted pathogens by itself, right?

Although it was in fact true, the failed pathogens that had undergone magical alterations were more or less accompanied by an unpleasant smell.

The smell of carrion and cadaver amines, the smell of canned herring, the smell of chaste flowers, the smell of heather....

Zee, it's enough just to think about it. It was unlikely that anyone would have thrown that into their mouths while maintaining a normal mind with a strong maniac. And while Hydra was experimenting his cyborgs were closed to all five senses....

Especially the Head of Space, as mentioned before, this guy's mouth possessed a piece of compressed space, a huge compressed space that could even fit Spartan City in without appearing crowded in the slightest. Thus, Seven had become Hydra's right-hand man.

Though Seven herself was unaware of it.

Shaking her head, after these sisters chatting and poking fun, the cloud of sadness in Hydra's heart did dissipate quite a bit. Although they sometimes seemed like blue hairs, they had never betrayed themselves at any time, and even if they were the head of space, they would not hesitate to uphold their orders.

Although reluctantly, even if they disagreed with Seven, they would be "forced" to agree.

Closing her eyes, Hydra emptied her mind, her amber eyes stretched out with a look full of thought, and like a cog in a winding machine, Hydra's mind was constantly constructing her next plan.

"So... how should we frame Hephaestus~"

As she thought, Hydra looked towards Ares.

This pawn that could be buried in Olympus, but an indispensable piece of the puzzle....

Zee, suddenly I want to write a brainstorm about medieval Europe...too bad the title Witch Hunt is taken up....

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Volume I: Text - 83 - Coordination

Taking a breath, Skaha turned his gaze towards Cuchulain and the others who were chopping wood at the side.

Himself and the others were now near a forest a few hundred meters east of Athens, and although the people here were warm, somehow Skaha felt an unspeakable wave of nausea every time he saw Zeus in the Temple of Zeus.

"Master, are we going to be stationed here from now on? It's a nice environment, but it somehow feels watery..."

As he said that, Cuchulain wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sweatband.

Behind everyone was a small village, these wooden houses were built by Celtic craftsmen, and the person in charge of logging was none other than the heroes of the city, including Cuchulain and others.

In the beginning, in the pursuit of speed, Arthur came straight over with his sword in stone to cut down the trees, and once again the force was too strong causing a hill to be leveled in one breath before Cuchulain and the others chose to be good with their axes.

Running a hand through his hair, Skaha looked at the city of Athens in the distance.

"It's a bit odd here, but it's not hostile. Let's just settle down here for now..."

As he said that, Skaha narrowed his eyes.

Upon hearing that, Cuchulain shrugged his shoulders, shouldered the axe on the side and headed off into the woods.

"Then I'll go back to work and try to prepare all the houses to be built today. Otherwise it'll be another sleepover~~"

Witnessing the kuchurin leave, Skaha looked around like he was looking around.

Although there wasn't a single animal around, Skaha somehow felt a feeling of being watched. This feeling of being watched was very unpleasant, especially for Skaha who was the Queen of the Shadow Country, but after all, it was a human under the roof....

"It should be the gods here that are watching me... Is it really because of the outsider status...?"

A thought as Skaha shrugged his shoulders.

It would be much easier to say if the gods here were watching him, perhaps fearing that he was an invading villain like the angels? Then they won't come looking for trouble if you're quiet...

After a quick glance around, S'haka returned to his cabin.

Loki, on the other hand, was wandering aimlessly on Mount Olympus.

According to Hydra's message to herself, a woman named Skaha seemed to have come to Greece, and although she didn't want to help Hydra, Loki unsurprisingly wimped out after Hydra said, "If you don't help me, I'll tell Zeus who you really are"....