"The roar of an unending storm surrounded the entire small island of the three Gorgon sisters.
The Goddesses embodying the BEAUTY AND YOUTH OF A YOUNG LADY... The most beautiful among them, to be precise...
Of the three sisters, only two were flawless and eternal. They never aged or changed with time. However, the third sister, the youngest, unfortunately was born in an unfortunate state, losing her eternal youth.
The young Gorgon set out to find a way to stand out among her perfect sisters. She joined the temple of Athena.
But there was a problem... Athena... was a very jealous woman. She hated the idea of there being someone as beautiful as her or even more so. And as one of the three sisters...
Although not eternally young, Medusa, the youngest Gorgon, was equally beautiful as her two sisters, if not more so.
Her sisters represented the youth and beauty of a young lady, the desire of all men...
But as Medusa grew, she became the ultimate MILF!... to the point that even the God of the Seas, merely upon seeing her once, fell 'In Love.'
The God of the Seas tried to win over the priestess by all means possible. From unique gifts to the promise of making her his wife and thereby queen of the seas...
But the immortal Hot Milf declined and continued her duty as a priestess of Athena. An Athena who, upon hearing more and more people praising the beauty of a mortal over her own, was already planning the excuse to curse this mortal without looking bad.
Just as she had done with that woman who dared to weave better than her, now turned into a half-human, half-spider monster who tirelessly weaves webs that tell tales of a distant fate.
One day, when she was arriving at her temple, Athena let her 'Uncle' have his way, knowing that he could not bear it anymore. She allowed the god to 'Violate' the priestess inside the temple.
A lesser goddess who didn't really possess direct attack power could not offer much resistance.
When the act was over, Athena entered and cursed the 'Mortal' (a lesser Earth Goddess) and expelled her from her temple.
As for Poseidon, he had escaped before she arrived, so Athena said nothing.
Expelled and used, Medusa, who had seen the darkest side of the world, cried incessantly as she crawled back to her two sisters, the only ones who truly cared for her.
When they accepted her back onto the island, with her cursed eyes and growing madness, Medusa took it upon herself to protect her two older sisters from the 'Heroes' who came to claim them.
Heroes, minor gods, and even major gods... she fought and killed every being that dared to approach.
At first, she merely killed them. Then she began consuming her victims. Eventually, she took pleasure in nothing more than swimming around the island, hunting down any unfortunate soul that entered her waters.
Her legs were lost, replaced by a snake tail. Her cursed eyes shone with a terrifying light. Her once stunning hair, enough to make a goddess jealous, grew long and strong.
Her already well-endowed chest grew even larger. Her womanly figure turned even more into that of a MILF. But her emotions were lost, leaving only the desire to kill... to kill and seek revenge.
To kill and survive.
And now, here she was... the mighty creature... a powerful monster more than a young MILF of the past. Her yellow, serpent-like eyes looked upon the two girls who seemed like mere specks to her in this moment.
Hunger and thirst for revenge consumed her mind entirely, but she could still recognize them. They were her two older sisters.
Stheno and Euryale, the perfect and eternally young sisters, held hands. The two older sisters opened their arms, accepting their fate for the sake of their younger sister.
"Don't feel guilty, Medusa... This is not your fault. It never was. We should have never let you out into that cruel world. It sent you out with flowers and brought you back with splinters all over your skin... Eat us, and the three of us will be together from now on.
Always together and eternal." Medusa had a moment of sadness before her mind fell back into madness, and with that... the two beautiful, eternal young goddesses were consumed by the Gorgon, 'Medusa.'
"Yawn!"
Slowly awakening from his long recovery slumber, Crisaor looked at the wing that was covering him with a sense of oddity.
"Damn you, Pegasus... you're crushing me with your wing again..."
Although he complained, he didn't wake the flying horse, and instead shifted his position to get up, evading the wing's pressure.
After stretching his slightly stiff body a bit, he directly opened his status window. He felt larger and stronger."
[Status]
Name: Crisaor
Race: [Giant] (1/2 Demigod)
Core: [Giant's Heart (A++)] [Divine Core (D+)]
Divine Authority: [Strength (C++)] [Earthquakes (C)]
Condition: [Healthy]
Age: 0
Racial Level: (D++)
Personal Level: 10 (Level Up from Racial Exp in natural growth)
Body: (B++) [67]
Mind: (D) [21]
Spirit: (C) [34]
Status Points: 30
Passive Skills: [Herculean Body (A+)] [Giant's Heart (EX)] [Giant Growth (EX)] [Magic Resistance (B+)] [Physical Resistance (B++)] [Purity (A+)]
Active Skills: [Mana Control (B)] [Mana Sense (D)] [Giant Language (B+)] [Giant's Blessing (C+)] [Flight (C+)] [Earth Magic (C)] [Call of the Sea (D)]
This is really interesting... it seems that with his natural growth, he gains experience... and not a small amount, to directly raise 10 full levels.
It might be due to the Giant Growth ability... In the Dungeons and Dragons game, dragons have the quality of naturally increasing their power over the years...
And even though he wasn't born... it seems his body is truly growing naturally... by the time he's actually born, he might be a 1000-year-old elder... but for the system, he'll only have a day of life.
Perhaps with each long sleep or growth period, his body begins to gain experience on its own...
And if that were true, "Master!! Being a giant" might not get him a girlfriend in his lifetime, but he was sure he would become powerful in a few centuries.
"Sister... there's a giant inside our sister's stomach."
"I see it... I see it, Euryale... It's really strange... our sister has never eaten a giant before."
Listening to two melodious voices that sounded like the most beautiful singing to his ears, Crisaor looked around to find where they were coming from, but he couldn't see anything.
Scratching his light violet long hair, the giant ignored the feeling of discomfort and looked up at the dark and lightless sky.
"Am I going crazy, hearing soft voices to comfort me?"
"Sister... that giant... He can't find us."
"Of course he can't find us... He's so big. How tall is he? About 7 meters?"
"Mm, I think a bit less, but that doesn't matter... Have you seen his hair? It looks a lot like Medusa's hair, doesn't it?"
"Don't say silly things... How could that be?"
Stheno looked toward the giant, who finally found them and looked at them in confusion, before becoming somewhat nervous when she really got a good look at his hair.
It was dark, so she had trouble seeing it clearly, but now that she saw his long violet hair... she simply couldn't ignore that it was indeed Medusa's hair.
"How strange... You giant! Tell me why you have the same hair as my sister!"
The sisters weren't fighters, but they were the Perfect Goddesses of humanity's mindset... their charm was limitless, and their youth would never end.
Not even Athena could claim she wouldn't age... but they truly wouldn't... in any case, both had great confidence in their natural charm that surpassed races.