Amynias is the child of the goddess Aphrodite and a mortal lover, born with an inherent passion and desire. Each day, he must engage in intimate moments with women or risk losing his senses to an unrelenting flame of longing. Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the realm yesterday, eager to make his mark and experience the final S-tier dungeon. But just as he was warming up, the small end of his excitement had already been ignited. As it happened, Aphrodite's attendant was gracefully posing before him, so Zhang pulled her to the seashore and made good use of the moment. Holding the young woman close, Zhang closed his eyes, savoring the warm sea breeze, and began to ponder the S-tier dungeon: the sinking of the island of Paphos. There is no limit on survival time—the副本 may be short or may stretch on for a long time. Moreover, the description of the enemies remains vague and lacks clear direction; thus far, it remains unclear who the enemies of the island of Paphos are. However, the island is ruled by Aphrodite, the goddess of love and desire, and few entities can truly stand against her. Though not necessarily the strongest in the spiritual realm, Aphrodite is undoubtedly the most well-connected. It is precisely because of this that her adversaries are truly formidable. "Ah~" The golden-haired girl murmured softly, slowly awakening in the arms of the man. Gazing at the bare, exposed form of Ammini, the lingering sensations of last night's passion surged to the surface. Helen furrowed her brows, scolding, "You bold rogue! You dared to invade even me—imagine what Aphrodite herself would say if she knew of your actions! She'd surely expel you from the island of Paphos." Then, shifting her tone, she added with a sniff, "So, is it not enough that your sister, Hesychne, can't satisfy you?" She scolded and blamed with a soft tone, her eyes gentle—clearly having enjoyed the most exquisite pleasure last night, and thus in a good mood. Herasini? Ammini’s sister and lover? Zhang Yuanqing drew in a sharp breath, thinking how truly chaotic the ethical relationships must be in Greek mythology. He had only a limited amount of memories, and had never known he had such a beloved sister-in-love. At that moment, a cold laugh drifted from nearby: “Ah, so you’re here, Helen, Ammini, the followers of the Light God—constantly threatening to launch attacks on the island of Paphos. You’ve just abandoned the palace, as if you’ve lost your lives?” Zhang Yuanqing turned to follow the sound. Under the shade of the trees, stood a young woman with long, deep-green hair. She wore a flowing, one-piece robe, a waistband woven from tree vines tied around her waist. Her feet were clad in simple sandals, bound with vine straps. Her features were exceptionally graceful: long lashes framed deep blue eyes that shimmered like a rippling sea, a delicate nose, a rosy mouth, and skin of healthy, sun-kissed wheat color. The alluring charm of a woman devoted to love made her shine like the most radiant pearl in the world. Helen's expression changed instantly, quickly donning the matching long gown, then fastening the soft trousers, and said, "Herasinie, it was Amine who invaded me. If it weren't for the Light God's threat to the safety of the island of Paphos, I would never have stirred—definitely would have gone to Aphrodite with a complaint." With that, she hurried into the forest and vanished. Herasinie watched her retreating figure, her eyes filled plainly with resentment and fury. Could the followers of the Light God be threatening the island of Paphos? Zhang Yuanqing was still absorbed in the words of the young girl. Aphrodite's enemy—the Light God? This S-tier quest had now clearly connected with the "Forest of Elves." Perhaps I can figure out why the God of Light killed the Goddess of Beauty, and uncover the true identity of that God of Light within this realm! While thinking this, Zhang Yuanqing picked up his garments. His clothes were identical to those of the two young women—long, integrated robes that reached down to his knees. In the era of cultural enlightenment, clothing served primarily to cover the body and provide warmth, and the concept of distinct styles for men and women had not yet emerged. Intentionally, he slowed down the process of dressing, sensing Heraxini’s emotions: anger, sorrow, frustration, and resentment—perfectly aligning with the psychological state of a girl whose love had been betrayed. Even if that beloved one was her own brother. Setting aside the dispute between the God of Light and the Goddess of Beauty for now, his immediate priority was to handle this young woman. Zhang Yuanqing’s thoughts raced swiftly—he didn’t believe this matter could be brushed off lightly. This S-tier quest was filled with hidden threats. Just upon entering the realm, he had already encountered difficulties due to his physical condition, having experienced moments of joy that were entirely out of place for his character. Having offended Aphrodite's sensitivities and been caught in the act by his sister, Herasini, things could go badly if not handled properly. With this in mind, Zhang Yuanqing, now fully dressed, strode confidently toward the green-haired girl and said, "Herasini, hear me out!" Herasini sharply accused, "Amynis, you've been having an affair with the dirty Helen—your vows are broken. I will carry out our promise and kill you." Turning to leave, she added, "I'm going to tell Cupid about this. He's always disliked you, and he'll kill you." Zhang Yuanqing stood still, gently clenching his hands, which ignited Herasini's anger and frustration. Herasini, who had just been walking away, suddenly stopped, turned around, and fiercely shouted, "Amynis, you miserable fool! Have you really fallen in love with Helen?" Her eyes shone with tears and determination, as if she would immediately sacrifice herself the moment Amini nodded and said "yes." Zhang Yuanqing still made no move, standing in place, motionless. Herasinene's eyes, once brilliant as precious stones, gradually grew filled with despair. Just as she resolved to turn away, Amini spoke from behind, in a timeless, poetic tone: "Oh, my dearest Herasine, my beloved, my sister, if my death can bring you forgiveness, then that shall surely be my finest ending." Herasinene remained expressionless. Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward with heartfelt sincerity, his gaze full of deep affection and his tone steady and timeless: "You may accuse me to Cupid, but you cannot say I have broken my vow. My body may die, but my soul shall never be defiled, for it is filled with love for you, Hesychia. Last night, when I could not find you, my bodily desires led me to Helen—believe me, this was not my true intention. 'My only true love is the Hesychia standing before me. We both hail from the great goddess of beauty. My soul and my blood call each other. My love for you will endure until the sky is barren and the earth grows old. My love for you is as solid as Athena's shield.' Hesychia, never have I heard such words of love before—tears now fill her eyes, and she throws herself into Zhang Yuanqing's arms. Done! Zhang Yuanqing exhaled deeply, embracing Hesychia in the warm breeze. After a few minutes, the young girl in his arms pushed him aside, eyes blazing. "Amirin, if you betray me one more time, I'll kill you—on my word!" There was even a pure love warrior among the goddesses of the Hera Society! Zhang Yuanqing muttered his thoughts to himself while sincerely making his vow. With his firm promise, Heraxini's mood eased. "We should return to the palace now. The followers of the Light God will arrive at any moment. We must fortify the palace and arm ourselves. If Cupid doesn't see us, he'll be furious." Zhang Yuanqing nodded and walked beside Heraxini toward the deeper parts of the forest. Cupid seems rather impatient and has a strained relationship with me, it seems. Zhang Yuanqing quietly noted this in his mind—this might be a hidden threat within the S-rank dungeon. "Don't worry, Heraxini!" Zhang Yuanqing spoke up voluntarily, deliberately exaggerating: "I can single-handedly defeat all the followers of the God of Light, and I'll protect you." Heraxini chided, "Aminni, you never used to be so boastful before... Ah, the God of Light is truly powerful—few even dare to offend him, aside from the King of the Gods." Zhang Yuanqing immediately remarked, "I wonder how Aphrodite has come to hold such ill will toward him." Heraxini was momentarily taken aback, "Aminni, what are you talking about? How could you possibly not know?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled calmly, "Oh, my dear sister, I simply wanted to chat with you a bit more—so just pretend I didn't hear." When it comes to women in love, sweet words are all that's needed. After all, love-driven women often lack sharp intelligence. Heraxini indeed didn't think much further, huffed, "All this is thanks to Cupid. If it weren't for his mischievous and cruel nature—especially how he destroyed the God of Light's beloved—how could our island of Paros have come to harbor such resentment toward him?" Zhang Yuanqing agreed, saying, "Cupid is indeed mischievous—please continue." Herasini nodded and said, "Cupid shot the arrow of resistance at the laurel goddess, stripping her of the ability to love. Grieved by her love for the god of light, she could no longer fall in love with anyone. Yet the god of light would not grant her freedom, and thus, in despair, she took her own life. The god of light deeply resented Cupid and vowed to destroy the island of Paphos. Alas, while the king of the gods was still reigning, the god of light dared not harm Aphrodite or the island of Paphos. But now that the king has journeyed eastward to distant lands, no one can restrain the god of light anymore." Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, feeling a touch of absurdity. Having learned about the three major mythologies—China, Greece, and Northern Europe—corresponding to the regions of the Spiritual Realm, he had specifically deepened his knowledge of the latter two. Indeed, there is a legend in Greek mythology that matches this account. Cupid, dissatisfied with Apollo, used his arrows to break up the romance between Apollo and the laurel goddess. Now this legend aligns perfectly with Heraxini's words. Zhang Yuanqing found it absurd because Heraxini's statement almost confirms that Apollo is indeed the god of light. Yet, among the spiritual travelers in the first region, there is no official title of the god of light. History and reality now contradict each other. Moreover, something else felt off: in the "Elven Forest" instance, the goddess of beauty ultimately fell at the hands of the god of light. That is, even at the very end, the conflict between the goddess of beauty and the god of light remained unresolved. This seemed unreasonable. If Cupid were the one responsible, the goddess of beauty could have simply offered Cupid himself to calm Apollo's anger. After all, the goddess of beauty has many offspring, and Cupid is only one of them. It might be understandable in the human world that a stubborn child could die under tragic circumstances. Yet in the ethically chaotic world of Greek mythology, it still feels off. After all, ethics and morality should not be such a pressing concern for these powerful deities. Their long lifespans are surely sufficient to outlast and erode any moral framework.