The Legendary Emperor King

Hera, having a panic attack, her hands sweating and her red face looked at Zeus. – G-God king, p-please allow me to take a little air, and I'll be back... – she said in a trembling voice that revealed her difficulty breathing. "My God, what am I doing here?! I need to get out of here!" she thought, looking at Zeus, waiting for an answer.

Everyone at the table could tell she wasn't feeling well. She was not used to such a hostile environment, she was accustomed to the coldness of her charming prince, but there was no death rage with him. Hera knew she could lose her head. How many times had Aphrodite poisoned people? How many times had she injected desires into women until they turned into sexual puppets?

Aphrodite had poisoned people countless times, making them have endless sexual desires, entered their dreams to kill them from inside, turned them into ice statues, and influenced them to have the most perverse desires. And it wasn't just her, the list of Olympians who did those kinds of things was long.

Prince Hermes and the other princes, making light of Hera, talked to each other. – Did you see that mortal? That thing is so pleasant... – they said, chuckling, showing that the mistreatment to Hera was normal.

Princess Aphrodite, Calliope, and Aglaia laughed as they saw Hera's red face and her heavy breathing.

Zeus looked at her, his eyes scanning her body. "Still needs correction! A god can't let these words affect him..." he decided in his mind. – Go, but don't take too much time! – he exclaimed, looking at some soldiers. – Escort her...

Princesses Demeter and Hestia rose from their seats. – We'll go with you! – they said, their faces showing concern for the young woman.

Zeus looked at them with a smile. – Sit down! Do not disturb the environment! – He ordered.

Hera crouched and said. – You don't have to worry about me... – in a trembling voice, then turned to the exit.

The goddess of love sobbing with a glass of wine in her hand, muttered. – I hope she dies! – as she watched Hera leave.

...

Minutes later. Hera sat on a bench in the garden of the divine palace, looking at the province of the gods from the top of Mount Olympus.

A soft voice whispered in the bodyguard's ear. – She's more than just beautifully hot! When can I see the fairest of the goddesses up close...? – Aphrodite's voice in his thoughts, trying to disgrace Hera's life.

One of the bodyguards in a golden uniform with a shield and a spear, heard the voice and admired Hera even more. "Gods! Is this the fairest of the gods...? She's so beautiful that it doesn't look real, her body, her curves, her volume..." he thought, blushing as his eyes passed over her.

Aphrodite giggled softly and whispered. – What can happen...? The most is me feeling the pleasure of having a goddess in my arms! She's vulnerable, I'm going! To caress that body, to kiss those lips! – influencing his thoughts.

Whispers, the abilities of those in the Third Dimension, the Spiritual Dimension. The ability of the "gods", because the world didn't know the secrets that the Ashura family hidden for centuries, everyone thought they were skills of "gods", but it was just cultivation. It was a more refined and gentle type of telepathy, which blended with the receiver's thoughts.

The other bodyguard next to him elbowed him. – Are you crazy?! The god king will kill you if he even thinks you looked at her like that! – he warned, noticing his body reacting to Hera's beauty.

With a flushed face, looked at the other soldier. – Dude! Thank you! I don't know what got into my head, I was losing my mind out of lust... – he said, holding his painful head. 

Inducing Feelings to Insanity, the abilities of those in the Superior Dimension, the 4th Dimension. And one of Aphrodite's abilities was Lust Inducement to Insanity, she could enhance people's desires especially lust, to the maximum.

A soldier with a tall and muscular posture, a uniform that demonstrated a high rank, approached. – Soldiers! – he exclaimed in a thick, authoritative voice.

The soldier caught Hera's attention. He was tall, the uniform only showed the volume of his arms, shoulders, short black hair and piercing blue eyes like those of a predator. He had a very familiar aura to her. His presence was like a magnet for her, increasing her curiosity.

Not that being attracted to many was unusual for the "gods".

The two bodyguards saluted. – Centurion! – They exclaimed in the voice of someone waiting for orders.

Looking at the two with steady eyes and blue eyes that penetrated their souls, making them tremble, he said. – The god king sent me to fetch the princess! You can go back to your posts! – He ordered, turning his gaze to her.

Hera, looking at the Centurion, wiped away her tears. "I've never seen him around here..." Looking at him, she thought. "This man is very, very familiar..." She traveled in her thoughts but immediately came to her senses. "Aphrodite put something in the nectar, it simply cannot be! It is not possible for this soldier to attract so much attention! Maybe it's aphrodisiac...?" she thought, looking away from the centurion.

Nectar of the gods, it was a drink that only the king had access to and made available to others on special occasions. It had many names: elixir of the gods, elixir of life, elixir of immortality, and so many others. This elixir was of the Alpha maxis class, it could cure the most complex diseases, help the person to have a faster breakthrough and enlightenment, and increase the inner Qi and life span, of an individual. It was at the last class of elixirs and pills. And the aphrodisiac was a non-lethal poison, of the Alpha minus class, extremely effective, and with the ability to leave chronic symptoms even in Olympians, as in the example of Eos.

The two bodyguards, trembling, whispered. – Yes, sir! – and withdrew.

The Centurion put his cold eyes on her. – Come on, princess! – he ordered, turning his back on her.

Her body stood up and followed him involuntarily. "Why does my body feel inclined to obey you?! Is this dragon's tongue?! Who is this man?!" she reasoned, looking for an explanation. – What is your name? – she asked, in a trembling voice.

The Centurion in front of her turned his face slightly and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. – Let's hurry! – he said and turned his head forward.

His voice echoed in her head, increasing her curiosity and thoughts.

…

Minutes later, at the back of the divine palace, the Centurion greeted the servants with a nod.

In the corridor, the sound of her heels echoed. The Centurion in front of her stopped, and she halted as well. Curiosity spoke louder than the fear of being kidnapped. – Who are you?! Why are you taking me to the back of the palace?! And what are you doing with my body?! – She demanded, looking at the man.

She already knew the answers for those questions. She is the only one that knows him in the way she knows...

The Centurion stood in front of her, and she determinedly stood in front of the man. – Answer me! – She ordered, looking at him. "Could it be...Him...?" she hopefully wondered.

The Centurion remained still, his blue gaze piercing into her ocean eyes. He leaned in close to her ear. – I came to take you home, Xuě! You belong to me... – he whispered in her ear, placing his hand gently on her face.