At the sacred wedding, the bride and groom accepted the blessings of their family and friends. The newlyweds looked at each other, smiled happily, exchanged a vow kiss, and began their new life amid applause. It should have been like this, but at Lei Luo's wedding... "You, Artoria, can touch me, but I, Artoria, can't?! We're all Artoria, why do you have all the privileges?" "...That's it! Holy Lance, weigh anchor!" "Who's afraid of who! Unnamed Victory Sword!!" "...Excalibur!" "Um, um! I'm sorry! Calibum!" "Wow, even if it was another me, anyone who steals the king's possession deserves death! Excalbur Morgan!" Lei Luo, who should have been the protagonist, could only watch helplessly as his bride and a group of "herself" fought each other.

One goddess took the water to drink.

Two goddesses scooped the water to drink.

Three goddesses scrambled for the water to drink.

Four goddesses...

Five goddesses...

"Fuck! Damn it! Don't come! There's really not a drop left!"

Looking at his empty refrigerator and lockers, with no embers in front of him, Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging, wanted to cry but had no tears. Since he extinguished the fire and traveled through time, his biggest worry was his relatives, sisters, aunts, aunts, grandmothers, etc., who often came to his temple to eat and drink, take things, and even refused to leave.

Especially as time went by, the number increased, not only relatives and friends, but also gods from other mythological worlds.