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Phantom Demon Emperor Fist, a forbidden martial art known as the "Legendary Demon Fist."

Its principle?

Punching your opponent's brain at the speed of light, allowing you to gain total control over their neural pathways and dominate their mind.

Eros hadn't yet unlocked the Seventh Sense, so he couldn't unleash the true essence or power of this technique.

But that didn't matter. He could just keep punching until Acheron's brain was fully "corrected."

"Phantom Demon Emperor Fist! Phantom Demon Emperor Fist! Phantom Demon Emperor Fist!"

"Explode, my cosmos!"

"Phantom Demon Emperor Fist x99!!"

In a flash too fast for the naked eye, countless invisible blows rained down on Acheron's skull, each one fueled by Eros's disgust and righteous fury toward this silver-haired pervert.

His cosmos surged with magnetic energy, pouring into every punch.

What was originally a refined mind-control technique now resembled a frenzied Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken barrage from Fist of the North Star.

He pummeled Acheron for a full minute straight, yelling until his throat went dry.

Unlike Amphitrite, Acheron wasn't just a pretty face. She was a true goddess with dominion over an entire river basin.

If they were fighting for real, Eros would have to go all out, maybe even burn his life force for a power-up just to take her down.

But she had a fatal weakness.

She was a pervert.

Eros liked beautiful women, true. But the stronger his feelings, the stronger he got.

Acheron? She just liked pretty things, period. Not the same league.

With her completely off guard, the barrage knocked her flat.

Even Uranus got taken out for lusting after Gaia, what chance did this river goddess have?

"Wait, you just beat her unconscious. Doesn't that ruin our plan?" Hera frowned, conflicted.

Sure, punching Acheron felt satisfying...

But wouldn't it have been way more fun to see her forced to marry Poseidon and end up in some romantic mutual-domination mess?

(Eros couldn't help but notice. When did it become our plan?)

"Relax. That punch I used just now was called a Personality Correction Fist."

"When she wakes up, she'll have a complete change of heart. She'll follow my suggestion... and embrace the way of pure love, no, pure devotion!"

Sure, he hadn't mastered the fist's essence yet,

But sheer quantity had its own quality. It would be enough to reset that pervert's brain.

"For real?" Hera squinted skeptically.

Acheron was a goddess born from the primordial Oceanus, after all.

She didn't have top-tier divine powers, but she wasn't someone whose mind could be easily rewritten.

Maybe Aphrodite could've done it, but definitely not with fists, right?

"Do I look like I'd lie? You wouldn't understand the mysteries of martial arts."

Besides this one, there were also techniques like Return My Elegance Fist, Friendship Face-Punch Fist, and the legendary maternal-style technique that shook Chang'an itself: Let's Not Talk About the Facts Fist.

Each one capable of reversing cause and effect itself.

Eros put on a deep, philosophical expression, but Hera clearly wasn't buying it.

"Whatever. We'll see when she wakes up."

Still, it was his first time using this technique on someone. Just in case, he added:

"If it doesn't take, I'll just punch her a few more times. Full correction guaranteed."

The Phantom Demon Emperor Fist didn't exactly turn people into puppets.

Rather, it forcibly implanted a "compulsion," a goal they had to pursue with all their might.

The target would view the implanted goal as their ultimate life's mission, and once completed, the effect would lift.

Basically, it was a brainwashing tool.

But to Eros, it was something much nobler.

A technique for heart-to-heart communication, a warrior's sacred method of dialogue through fists!

The loser would carry the winner's imprint in their very soul.

And the command Eros engraved into Acheron's soul was this:

"Unconditionally assist Eros and strive to become Poseidon's Queen."

Once she fulfilled that goal, the punch's effect would naturally vanish.

But by then... oh-ho-ho... Eros would be there, watching it all unfold.

Heheheheh!

He let out a classic villain laugh, then quickly realized how creepy it sounded and coughed, adjusting his expression.

"Alright, let's prep before she wakes up."

Eros crouched beside Acheron and ran a quick magnetic field scan of her entire body.

Measurements, proportions, features, he memorized them all.

Now came the real challenge: how to make her monstrous traits alluring to Poseidon.

What kind of "monster girl" aesthetics would hook the Sea King?

A flurry of thoughts rushed through his mind, recalling every monster girl manga, anime, and doujin he'd ever seen.

Eros was very qualified for this. He would make sure Poseidon felt right at home.

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A short while later, Acheron groaned and opened her eyes.

"Ugh... what the...?"

Clutching her aching head, she looked around in confusion.

"You're awake!" Eros beamed. "Do you remember what you're supposed to do?"

All three of them, Eros, Hera, and Amphitrite, turned to her with hopeful gazes.

"I... I'm supposed to... I..."

Acheron blinked.

Then her eyes lit up with burning determination.

"I'm going to become the Queen of the Sea!"

Eros exhaled in relief. Seems his half-assed version of the technique still worked.

She wasn't a full puppet, but she'd definitely prioritize becoming Poseidon's queen above all else now.

Hera, meanwhile, discreetly reinforced her divine avatar's mental defenses.

This kind of punch-based mind control was way too weird.

She had to dig out the full details from Eros later or she wouldn't sleep at night.

"Well then," Eros smiled. "You're finally on the right track. Let's get to work."

He looked at Acheron with something close to admiration.

Even a degenerate like her wasn't beyond salvation.

Someday, when he was strong enough, he'd imprint peace, prosperity, and harmony onto every mind that needed fixing.

"You're absolutely right, Master Eros!"

Acheron straightened her posture like a disciplined student.

"Please teach me how to become the perfect sea queen!"

That line sounded a little off.

It made Eros seem like he had deep experience in being a queen.

But given that her brain had been freshly "corrected," Eros decided to let it slide.

"Alright, let's head back to your place. I'll take it from there."

Time to set the perfect bait for Poseidon.

He'd make her irresistible... and then reel the Sea King in.

Fishing?

Eros was a damn expert.

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