Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Freya slowly narrowed her eyes.

"This child's soul is shining..."

His pale gray eyes were fixed on the black-clothed swordsman in the magic mirror. Under the deep and dark coat, an unparalleled brilliance seemed to burst out at this moment.

And, it doesn't stop there.

As the battle situation continued to intensify, the soul of the black-clothed swordsman burned even more violently.

Still continuing to shine!

Still getting brighter!

This will, this soul, shines brightly at this moment!

"...Ah! It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! This brilliance... this possibility! Sure enough, my choice is indeed right!"

An emotional blush appeared on her face, and Freya's entire upper body was bent over the table. She was almost close to the magic mirror and the cold and solemn face of the swordsman in black. Trembling slightly with excitement.

The other goddesses in the hall couldn't help being a little surprised when they saw Freya's distraught appearance.

As a famous goddess of beauty, Freya's romanticism is well known to everyone. In the long life of hundreds of millions of years, at least millions of peerless beautiful men have passed through her hands. Hua Cong, a veteran in love, would be so obsessed with a child from the lower realms?

The goddesses looked at each other, and couldn't help being a little puzzled... What kind of human being could make Freya so obsessed with it?

While puzzled, they were also somewhat moved.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. There are also various small circles among the gods. Being able to have a good personal relationship with Freya shows that these goddesses are not very good. Private life can be said to be Pretty rotten.

Driven by curiosity and selfish desires, they all began to inquire about who the child Freya was paying attention to was insincere. Unfortunately, Freya never paid attention to them, and just stared at the content displayed on the magic mirror. The spring emotion on his face became more and more rippling.

After a while, she suddenly squinted her eyes and raised her head high. A long and lingering moan came from her mouth. At the same time, her legs were tightly closed and straightened, and a rose-like pink color appeared on her skin.

Under her, the chair cushion quickly changed from light gray to dark black, and a strange fragrance filled the hall.

"Hey, hey... Seriously, Freya, you won't become so ugly, will you?"

Seeing the movement made by Freya, the goddesses couldn't help being stunned. Of course, they understood what this meant.

But... Just looking at the magic mirror directly reached the apex?

Tilting her head and enjoying the aftertaste for a while, Freya looked back at the picture in the magic mirror, her pair of gray eyes were so charming as if they were about to drip water.

"Hehe, hehehehe... Will it be completely burnt out, or will it surpass the fate and sublimate to the extreme...Let me witness it with my own eyes..."

……

The headquarters of the Hestia family.

In the church, Hestia sat on the bench used for prayer, kicking her feet once and for all, staring intently at the statue of the white goddess standing on the altar.

When the reconstruction of the church was completed, Chen Mo took her, Bell, and Lily back. She was quite happy when she saw such a solemnly rebuilt church from the outside, but when she opened the door of the church, she saw the altar on the altar. When respecting her own god statue, Hestia exploded on the spot.

Hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, tens of millions of years... Hestia couldn't remember the last time someone built a statue for her, but when she saw the statue on the altar When the stone statue of the Goddess was exactly the same as his face, an indescribable sense of shame suddenly surged up. He disagreed with Chen Mo's enshrining his own statue in the church, and even made a big fuss over it.

But in the end, I still couldn't persuade Chen Mo to remove the statue...

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since the completion of the church. She was obviously ashamed at the statue, but now she can stare blankly at the statue as usual... Within a few months, the changes brought to her (God) were greater than spending millions of years in the heavens.

"Hehe, it's really amazing, Chen Mojun..."

A smile appeared on the goddess' immature face, her head shook slightly, and a silver bell rang softly under the blue ribbon used to tie the twin ponytails on her head.

The lamps in the church swayed with bright yellow light, and the time passed bit by bit, until the sky turned slightly pale, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Hestia jumped off the bench and turned to look in the direction of the door, her azure blue eyes slightly lit up.

"Master Shangshen!"

Pushing open the door of the church, Bell, who was covered in blood, staggered into the church with Lily in his arms, who had fainted.

On the way back from the dungeon, although the monsters had been cleaned up by Chen Mo and their numbers were no longer so dense, they were still dangerous to Bell and Lily who were already exhausted.

"... Bell?"

Seeing Bell's distressed appearance at this time, Hestia hurried to him, gently lifted Lily who was on top of him, looked at the face of the little human girl with her eyes closed, and said worriedly: "Lily, she What's wrong?"

"Lily, she's fine, it's just that she lost her strength and passed out as soon as she stepped out of the Tower of Babel." Bell shook his head while sitting up with his hands on the ground, and said anxiously, "But, senior, he...he..."

"Chen Mo? Ah, yes, why didn't you see Chen Mojun?"

Tilting her head from side to side, she glanced outside the church a few times, but she didn't see the familiar figure in black. Hestia couldn't help but wondered, "Bell, why didn't Chen Mojun come back with you?"

Looking at Hestia's questioning eyes, Bell lowered his head and said in a heavy tone: "Senior, he...is still in the dungeon now!"

……

Fight, fight, fight...the fight goes on and on.

The blade danced in mid-air, and fell lightly, taking away the life of another monster.

"Zheng-"

The light of the mind condensed, and the slash brought out a long aurora horse, tearing apart the siege of the monsters, and the flesh and blood disintegrated as the sword qi roared.

The swordsman dressed in black shuttled between the floors. Wherever he passed, the cold sword light criss-crossed the ground, and the corpses of various monsters covered the ground, and blood pooled into a canal.

After counting for 10 minutes, Chen Mo stopped at the end of the floor.