Chapter 7

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My room was a fucking dream come true. As I stepped inside, I was instantly enveloped in a sense of peace and luxury that I had never experienced before. The walls were painted in soothing shades of blue and gold, reminiscent of a twilight sky, and large windows framed breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains. Sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over everything.

The furniture was elegant yet comfortable, with plush cushions piled on a massive bed that looked like it could fit an entire family. The bedspread was soft and inviting, the kind you could sink into and forget about the world outside. There was a sitting area with a couple of chairs and a small table that seemed perfect for sipping wine—or whatever gods drank—while gazing out at the ethereal landscape.

And the bathroom... oh my god. It was a spa retreat all on its own, complete with a giant soaking tub and a rainfall shower. The marble countertops sparkled under the light, and there were fresh towels stacked neatly, waiting to be used. I could only imagine how relaxing it would be to take a long bath after a day of chaos.

I walked further in, exploring every corner, taking in the details. There were paintings on the walls, depicting various myths and legends, each telling a story of gods and heroes that I recognized from my childhood. It was as if the history of Olympus was alive and breathing in this room.

But then I noticed something odd. In one corner stood a small writing desk, complete with a stunning view of the gardens. It had a notebook lying open, pages filled with notes and sketches. My heart raced—was this for me? Did the gods expect me to write down my thoughts or experiences?

As I turned to look out the window, the gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I was living among gods, in their realm, and I had so much to learn. I couldn't shake the feeling of being an intruder in this breathtaking paradise.

Suddenly, a knock at the door pulled me from my reverie. I opened it to find Alkmini standing there, her eyes wide with excitement. "You have to see your room! It's incredible!"

"I know! It's insane!" I exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in. "I feel like I'm in a fantasy novel or something."

"I can't believe we're actually here," she said, spinning in place to take it all in. "It's like every fairy tale we ever read came to life. How did we end up here?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. One moment I was freaking out in a meeting with gods, and the next, I'm in this paradise," I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. "But I guess this is the price of knowing Ares."

She chuckled, plopping down on the edge of the bed. "So, what do you think our first godly adventure should be?"

I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I don't know, but whatever it is, I'm in. Let's make the most of this crazy situation."

With that, we dove into a whirlwind of plans and ideas, laughter filling the room as we embraced this new reality. The weight of the unknown still lingered, but in that moment, with my friend, I felt at peace.

You have to see the personalized room," she said, all but jumping out of her seat and running to a door I hadn't even noticed. When she flung it open, my jaw dropped, and my eyes nearly formed hearts. It was the paradise of a hacker—a dream place for anyone who lived and breathed code.

The room was decked out with multiple monitors, each one humming softly with life. A sleek, high-tech workstation occupied the center, complete with ergonomic chairs and all the gadgets a hacker could ever want. There were wires and cables neatly arranged, and the walls were lined with bookshelves filled with everything from programming manuals to hacking lore. I could practically feel the electric energy in the air, begging to be harnessed.

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