Chapter 180: Poseidon On The Offensive
The scene of Mount Othrys, once symbolizing the supreme authority and majestic grandeur of the universe, collapsing with a crash under Zeus’s strike, had become her eternal nightmare.
The collapse of the mountaintop with shattered peaks, that power of destruction turned her divine body into the most thorough void.
If Cronus had not saved her, that outcome would truly have been too horrific to imagine.
No, it would not even be visible at all, and who knows what year or month it would take to recover.
Returning to the ocean, she sobbed and only wanted to hide in the arms of Father God and Mother Goddess, not wanting to get involved in this terrifying upheaval at all.
Of course, the Ocean God Couple would not allow her to leave the ocean again either.
After all, she was their own daughter. Although the child was ignorant in the past, and Cronus was powerful back then, so ignorance could be overlooked, but now that they had completely torn faces, how could they still allow the child to get involved in this deadly war?
After the new order was established, the Ocean God Couple did not dare to request Zeus to forgive her.
Mainly, this not only involved the majesty of the new God King, but also deeply touched the face of the Holy Goddess Queen Rhea.
The tolerant and loving Holy Goddess Queen Rhea did not pursue it, and God King Zeus was too lazy to care; that was already the greatest grace and tolerance. How could they push one’s luck?
In principle, Philyra’s matter was far more serious in nature than that of Atlas and his brothers.
On the battlefield, in direct confrontation, that was a war of order—victor takes all, nothing to blame.
But a minor Ocean Fairy dared to sweep the face of the Goddess Queen. If she were not the daughter of Oceanus, if she were not under the loving tolerance of the Holy Rhea, she would have long been thrown into Tartarus.
After the war, under the tacit understanding of all parties, Philyra had practically become a transparent god. She kept as low-key as possible on ordinary days, strictly forbidden by the Ocean God from stepping out of the ocean even one step, not even allowed to surface for breath.
Ocean God Oceanus often sighed, sighing that this daughter had made the most stupid choice, and in front of the entire universe, had ruthlessly swept the face of him and his wife.
But still, as the saying goes, after all, she was their own daughter—what else could they do?
However, Oceanus also took this opportunity to thoroughly educate all his children: the choices you make, you must bear the consequences yourself.
Some things, parents can shelter from, but some things must be borne by them themselves.
Now Philyra could only live this dark and sunless life, which was also her own choice, the price she must pay for her wrongdoing.
Philyra felt sorrowful every day about her destiny with no hope of relief, but she knew in her heart that compared to those Great Gods thrown into Tartarus during the war, this was already a very, very good outcome.
The might of Zeus’s Great Thunder, she could see clearly even from the ocean. The supreme power of the Great Thunder splitting the sea at that time, she had felt distinctly with her own body.
And how formidable the old God King Cronus was, she who had been intimate with him knew better than anyone.
Yet, even a God King who once dominated the universe and was invincible was directly defeated by the new God King.
Being able to live freely in the ocean now, she was already very grateful.
After all, half of the current ocean’s seas were no longer empty, and the sea was also very prosperous.
Although she was not even allowed to surface.
But to stay eternally in the deep water like this, how could she be content?
She too had once longed so much to live freely in that beautiful world, the world bathed in sunlight!
If not, back then she would not have half-heartedly become Cronus’s lover.
Although there was the reason of being conquered by the supreme authority of the old God King, wanting to escape limitations and live freely in the vast heaven and earth was also an extremely important reason.
Therefore, after Poseidon was enfeoffed as Sea King and took the initiative to show goodwill to the Oceanid Lineage, she keenly seized this rope that might be a lifesaver and took the initiative to get close to Poseidon.
She thought that with Poseidon’s status, if Poseidon pleaded for her to the Goddess Queen and God King, forgiveness was not impossible.
She did not seek any honor; even if allowed to step out of the ocean to live, she would be content.
She truly yearned too much for the Earth.
As for Poseidon, he naturally gladly accepted Philyra’s throwing herself into his arms.
A lover favored by Cronus—her appearance, temperament, disposition, ability were naturally among the top Great Goddesses in the universe.
Moreover, finding a goddess willing to play “shapeshifting games” with him was something only he knew how difficult it was!
He had always coveted the gentle and beautiful Daughters of the Ocean, but he truly did not dare to easily find a powerful Daughter of the Ocean to be his wife. As for a lover, the ones he could find were only those minor Nymphs.
Goddesses possessing powerful laws would not easily become a god’s lover; Poseidon’s charm
Now, one of the top Daughters of the Ocean had come to him on her own, with no hidden dangers due to historical reasons—he would be a fool to refuse.
Besides, he might even use this goddess as a breakthrough to infiltrate the Oceanid Lineage.
And so, these two gods, each harboring their own schemes, got together.
Thus, from Philyra’s mouth, he obtained many unknown pieces of news.
One piece of secret information among them could now be put to good use.
Now, he was going to make a earth-shattering article out of this matter!
As long as it could annoy Zeus, and it required no personal action from him as Sea King, with no risk—why not do it?
With all the gods attending the feast, and next, all gods in the universe except those few who could not appear would go to Mount Olympus for the Council of Gods—this was the best opportunity!
Poseidon, with the plan already formed in his mind, was completely unaware that he had long been blinded by rage, and immediately set off confidently to the deep ocean to find his “good friend” Menoetius to drink together.
Sure enough, Menoetius was, as usual, alone in his dim little coral reef divine palace, drinking alone in silence.
Atlas was different from him; his wife and children were often by his side. Even if unable to leave the ocean, his days were still flavorful and quite comfortable.
Seeing Menoetius’s lonely figure, Poseidon burst into a hearty laugh that pierced the water waves: “My dear friend Menoetius! Why do you always drink alone? Why not call me to share this rare quiet time with you?”
Menoetius looked up and saw it was Poseidon; his face full of bitterness immediately bloomed into a genuine smile.
Before he could rise to greet him, he heard Poseidon’s kind words, and immediately shook his head with a bitter smile: “Alas, respected Poseidon, am I not always like this every day? I suppose in the endless years to come, it will only be like this.”
Poseidon’s face was piled with enthusiastic smiles as he strode over, picked up a wine cup and filled it himself, and drank a large cup of divine wine with him.
Menoetius suddenly thought of something and asked curiously: “Respected Sea King Your Excellency, shouldn’t you be at Mount Olympus attending His Majesty the God King’s grand feast right now? The Council of Gods should be about to begin soon, right? How do you have time to condescend to come here?”
A barely perceptible pause appeared in the smile on Poseidon’s face, but he immediately covered it with an even louder hearty laugh: “The Council of Gods is still some time away. The gods’ feast is really boring, full of flattery（ toward Zeus）.”
“Just thinking that you must be bored here, I came to drink with you. For me, drinking and chatting with you far surpasses staying with those dull gods.”
Hearing this, Menoetius felt a surge of warmth in his heart, moved beyond measure.
The Sea King was truly a loyal and righteous good god! This friend was worth making!
He immediately stood up excitedly, personally poured a large cup of wine for Poseidon, and solemnly raised his cup: “Great Poseidon, thank you for your friendship! To receive your recognition is my honor, Menoetius’s honor! To your friendship, cheers!”
No sooner had the words fallen than he had drained the divine wine in his cup.
The smile in Poseidon’s eyes deepened as he too heroically drained his cup.
The two gods for a time drank and chatted happily in the divine palace, from all corners of the world to the cosmic starry sky.
After three rounds of wine, Poseidon pretended casually, with a hint of regret, to stand up for Menoetius: “Alas, my dear Menoetius, we are the best of friends, and I truly feel sorry for your current situation.”
“You are one of the Sons of Iapetus, the great Weaver of Death. Your power and loyalty are known to every god in the universe.”
“All upright gods know that loyalty to one’s sovereign is never wrongdoing.”
“Yet you, merely because of this loyalty, ended up dependent on others, holed up in this remote corner of the ocean. The starry sky and glory that should have been yours have now been usurped by him.”
“Alas.”
Poseidon sighed heavily, his tone filled with “sincere” indignation: “Zeus is too harsh on you. But there’s no way around it; his magnanimity has always been somewhat narrow.”
Although Menoetius had drunk quite a bit of strong liquor and waves of injustice surged in his heart, for remarks directly involving the God King and bordering on criticism, he still did not dare to easily agree.
Poseidon was after all the God King’s own younger brother; they shared the same loving and gentle Mother Goddess.
If brothers said a couple things in private, it was just said, and even if they fought, there was the great Mother Goddess Rhea to mediate for them.
But he himself was still a criminal; if these words got out, he was dead.
Thinking of his “criminal” status, bitterness surged in his heart again, and all his heroic spirit was extinguished by this cold reality.
He could only remain silent, pouring all his emotions into the cup, drinking nonstop.
