The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

404: A Small Hiccup (1)

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Chapter 404: A Small Hiccup (1)

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"Haah!"

Her chest hurt. They were a bit too heavy for daily life.

Falling on her back, the light white robes which barely covered her loosened more. She reached out a hand to grab the phone on the bed, bringing it over her face as the lock opened, recognizing her striking blonde hair and blue eyes.

She clicked on and about before opening Eternal-Gram, the god version of the app that mortals called Instagram. It ran on the Super-Net thingies that the Three Factions had invented together, so not only Gods and Goddesses like her, but also Devils, Angels, and many other supernatural accounts. It was very popular among the generation of supernaturals that appeared recently, but not very known amongst the old people.

Though perhaps that was for the better. If the king of her pantheon, Zeus, learned how to use Super-Net, she could only imagine the mayhem around the world. Too many pretty women existed here, and few paled in comparison to the mortal supermodels.

Garnering attention on this platform was therefore harder since everyone was so petty. Plus, the difference in one's faction also worked to limit followers.

So, it was a testament to just how beautiful and popular she was as she looked at the huge number on her profile. It came with the side effect that she received thousands of annoying DMs every day that she ignored, but just seeing the number was nice.

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@therealaphrodite

Posts - 6,838

Followers - 397 Million

Following - 90 people

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Admittedly, the profile picture was a bit too goofy, but she liked how it threw people off. Two muscular men held up their hands to let her large breasts rest on them. Besides, she had better pictures in the account. Once someone would see her name, they would click the account and see the other photos she had. So it wasn't an issue.

Leaving her account, a bit sad that there wasn't much increase in her followers in the last month, she scrolled her feed. Instantly, she was surprised to see a post with hundreds of thousands of likes, and it had been mere minutes since it was posted.

It made sense why. It was posted by none other than that devil, Serafall Leviathan. It was this short woman who was the closest to her in terms of followers. Aphrodite was ahead of course, but only because of her old popularity – the myths related to her.

"What is this...?"

Perhaps she was too old because she didn't get this much reach in a post in a long time. It wasn't a hundred thousand likes anymore; it had just passed a million.

It helped for sure that Serafall wasn't the only popular devil in the picture, there was the super maid Grayfia Lucifuge. She didn't even have an Eternal-Gram account, so the few pictures of her available on the net were very popular. Though... Aphrodite saw the other reason why this post has such reach.

Firstly, the image itself. It was from a bar, with Serafall winking at the camera as she was suggestively leaning on a man. It was a very attractive man, even Aphrodite had to admit. They sat on a couch with a table in front of them, and Grayfia was only on the other side of the table, her face red as she looked at the scene with a blush.