Chapter 288: Why? So Stubborn?
Prometheus, in ecstasy, temporarily failed to notice that everything was under the God King’s control and left joyfully.
He returned to the Mortal World once again. Because he was too excited, even the slight anomaly of his own Mother Goddess that he had previously noticed was completely forgotten under what he believed to be his great success.
Only leaving Clymene, inside the Divine Palace, gazing complexly at Prometheus’s back as he hurried away.
In her pair of ice-blue eyes, there was an inseparable worry.
She had already confirmed that her child was indeed plotting against the God King!
This answer even made her despair.
However, with His Majesty the God King’s one sentence full of joyful tone—”Alright! Continue the music! Continue the dance!”
She could only hurriedly send a piece of advice to Prometheus through the divine thought channel before having to turn around and continue accompanying the God King in his antics.
“Prometheus, my dear child. I know there must be something you want to do. If you are set on it, then go ahead. Mother Goddess… supports you in everything.”
“But, my dear child, before doing anything, please carefully and repeatedly consider: Is this correct? Is it rational? Is it still on that bright righteous path? Is it cautious enough?”
“Have you… truly let go of that arrogance and recklessness that is enough to destroy everything? Do you still truly hold that reverence?”
“And, the most important point—is it still strictly adhering to His Majesty the God King’s sacred justice order?”
“You are the God of Foresight, you are the wise and insightful god. I believe there is nothing you cannot see; I also believe you will see farther than Mother Goddess.”
“However, some things might require gathering the wisdom of more gods to deliberate together in order to obtain a more correct and perfect answer.”
“If it’s not convenient for you to confide in Mother Goddess, then discussing it with your brothers is also not a bad, more prudent method.”
“My dear child, no matter what you ultimately decide to do, Mother Goddess can support you.”
“But… I only hope you won’t let yourself suffer any harm. I hope you can consider Mother Goddess a little…”
“Mother Goddess can no longer bear any child suffering that terrifying suffering and calamity…”
Prometheus, who had rapidly left Olympus, gradually slowed his joyful figure after seeing the message from his Mother Goddess, until he finally stopped in mid-air.
His gaze, originally toward Earth, slowly turned back to Olympus’s supreme Divine Mountain.
His gaze was incomparably complex.
And at that moment, from that immense joy, having regained some calm, he suddenly realized that in His Majesty’s words, the “promise” and “declaration” to humanity seemed… very implicit, even… somewhat vague?
Moreover, everything today…
Seemed to be progressing too smoothly…
So smoothly that it felt somewhat familiar.
He stood alone in mid-air for a long time.
Finally, he replied to Clymene with a message.
“Dear Mother Goddess, I love you, and I know you love me even more. Now, I also have my own ‘children’. I love them just as you love me.”
“So, some things, I must do. For my children, to strive for more and better living space.”
“Please believe me, there will be no problem. His Majesty the God King is merciful and generous.”
Inside the God King’s Divine Palace, Clymene was always worried and distracted amid the playful gods.
When she saw this reply, her heart that had been hanging finally sank completely.
She gave up all thoughts of further persuasion.
Because a true mother can understand the selfless love parents have for their child.
Likewise, as a mother, she knew her child too well.
Prometheus appeared not as pedantic as his Father God Iapetus.
But in his bones flowed the same, even greater—stubbornness as his Father God.
Once they chose their path, they were always unwavering.
Regardless of whether the path was right or wrong; regardless of whether the decision was rational.
Yes, this is god.
True god.
Perhaps this is the inescapable destiny of their “Cyclical Recycler” family.
Cycle, recurrence.
Clymene was already completely certain that the ominous premonition in the darkness would become reality.
This worry was far from superfluous.
As one of the Ocean’s earliest daughters, as one of the oldest among the gods, she had seen too much rise and fall and reincarnation, seen creation and also destruction.
She knew that to obtain, one must pay.
To covet things one should not extravagance, one must pay the price.
The more it exceeds ability, the greater the price, even unable to bear that price.
Any god, or even any mortal spirit, can do as one pleases, but must also bear the price of doing as one pleases.
And the price of doing too many things is absolutely unaffordable.
Just like plotting against the God King, offending the God King’s majesty.
This is the price that any god, including any living being, absolutely cannot afford.
His Majesty is already merciful and generous enough, so why offend His Majesty the God King?
Pushing one’s luck, greed, using opportunism to deceitfully obtain what one should not, even if obtained, will there really be a good outcome in the end?
Why so stubborn, unwilling to believe in His Majesty the God King’s mercy and magnanimity?
His Majesty is merciful and generous; responding with sincerity, His Majesty may well grant it.
But using deception will inevitably bring despair.
Why think of plotting against His Majesty the God King?
This is impossible to succeed!
This is an utterly stupid and utterly wrong thing!
Now His Majesty seems as if nothing happened, but the outcome is already predestined.
The God King does not tolerate offense or calculation.
Her heart was once again filled with the pain of shattering.
The sea of suffering in her heart, previously forcibly suppressed, surged up again.
And with bigger, fiercer waves, crashing down ruthlessly.
Inside the God King’s Divine Palace, it was still laughter and cheers, harmonious and joyful, as if there were no troubles in this world at all.
And indeed, the goddesses serving at the God King’s side in his Divine Palace—what troubles could they have?
But she did.
Because of her child.
She only felt that even breathing had become difficult.
If not forcibly controlled by divine power, this Daughter of the Ocean’s tears would have long flooded the entire Divine Palace.
Why…
Why are the children always like this?
Irritable, arrogant, reckless, stubborn.
They always charge madly along the path they have chosen.
Regardless of everything ahead or behind.
Charging straight ahead recklessly, ignoring everything toward that dark path.
As if completely unaware that ahead of them lies the bottomless abyss sufficient to devour everything.
She repeatedly asked herself in her heart:
Why?
Can’t they turn back a little and look at their Mother Goddess?
Can’t they listen to Mother Goddess’s earnest advice?
Their Mother Goddess has always been worried sick for them!
Their Mother Goddess only wants them to live well!
Wants them to live well, happily, carefree, fully enjoying this increasingly prosperous and beautiful universe!
But this wish seems so vulnerable in the face of stubbornness.
Clymene felt her heart was about to shatter.
Thinking of the pain and punishment her own child might face, her chest felt pressed by a giant stone, painful to the point of unable to breathe.
No matter how resilient her temperament, no matter how insightful her wisdom, she could no longer bear this endless pain as if her divinity was repeatedly torn apart.
Unknowingly, she was pale-faced, with empty gaze, standing rigidly to the side, as if all her divinity had been drained from her shell.
The laughter and cheers in the Divine Palace became blurred and unreal, like through a thick water curtain.
In her ears, only the mournful cry of her divinity shattering.
She became a bystander, a ghost starving alone amid the feast.
But at that moment, the indulgent God King, blindfolded and groping around inside the hall, whether intentionally or not, precisely grabbed the motionless Clymene.
And without politeness, directly pulled her tightly into his broad and scorching embrace.
With his solid chest, covering the deathly pale grief on her face.
A barely audible words, carried by the fine wind from his mouth with thunder’s temperature, precisely entered her ear.
No other god could hear it.
“Dear Clymene, my goddess bright as a spring day clear river, why do I feel a current of grief surging against the flow in your heart?”
“As the most capable Head Steward of my God King Divine Palace, is there anything that can make you feel powerless too?”
“If there really is… then isn’t there still me?”
“If it’s because the child is too willful and reckless, then no need to mind it.”
“Because I am here.”
“I am the father of the gods; even if some wrongdoings need punishment and correction, it is… only that.”
“No need for grief, no need for sadness. You only need to remember forever: With me here, in this universe, there is no problem that is truly a problem.”
“My God King Divine Palace cannot be without you, its most competent Head Steward. Why think so much uselessly? You only need to take good care of our ‘home’.”
All this was said slowly but happened in just one or two breaths, all entering Clymene’s heart.
These words were like the warmest, most radiant sunlight, instantly piercing through all the gloom in her heart.
Pulling Clymene, who had been drifting in that boundless sea of suffering, nearly drowning, right out.
