Chapter 159: The Divinity’s Nobility Comes From Restraint
At this moment, Mnemosyne was using her slender jade fingers, weakly yet with a touch of allure, gently tugging at a strand of Zeus’s hair.
And this strand of hair was precisely the deep purple belonging to Metis.
Her vermilion lips curled slightly at the corners, her expression showing undisguised jealousy as well as overflowing pride.
A lazy, cat-like, coquettish moan slowly slipped from her plump, rosy lips: “Zeus~ my beloved~”
Zeus was utterly melted to his divine bones by just this one sentence.
He couldn’t help but lower his head, lightly kissing the forehead of the goddess still dotted with traces of perspiration, asking in an extremely intimate tone: “My beloved, my cherished goddess, what’s wrong?”
The goddess slowly raised her head, gazing into Zeus’s golden divine eyes, mere inches apart, her tears falling as soon as they formed.
With a sobbing tone, she said: “My beloved, among your radiant golden hair, so full of incomparable radiance, why is there an extra strand of purple that doesn’t belong to you?”
After the passion, with his intelligence restored to its peak, Zeus had long seen through the goddess’s little ploy.
But looking at the pitiful goddess, at this beautiful sight of a beauty freshly blooming, pear blossoms drenched in spring lust after the rain, what could he do?
He could only go along with the goddess.
Zeus sighed softly, saying in a tone filled with tenderness: “My beloved, I know, perhaps I am too greedy, but I truly cannot bear to abandon any one of you.”
“I cannot endure the pain of losing even a second of you; how greedy I am, wanting you to stay by my side forever.”
“And Metis, who loves me deeply, is tolerant and magnanimous; she would rather grievance herself to grant me the freedom to pursue my heart’s desire. We share telepathy, possessing equally deep love; she only asks that I stay with her forever.”
“Thus, we entrusted a part of our divinity to each other. Our hair is eternally united from then on; this is ‘husband and wife with tied hair’.”
The God King whose intelligence controls the Great Thunder would no longer allow himself to be led by the goddess’s rhythm.
Moreover, Zeus was no longer afraid to speak some kind, sweet, slightly embellished words now!
Having fully united with Mnemosyne, he now held equal authority over memory and civilization, plus the authority of nine daughters; from then on, Zeus was no longer a “transparent god” who could be spied on at will in front of Mnemosyne.
But Mnemosyne naturally knew the facts; Metis was not transparent to her either.
However, this Omniscient Goddess of Memory would not let her beloved God King lose face.
That was not her objective.
She parted her lips lightly, speaking in an even more resentful tone about her issue: “My beloved, what about me? Could it be… could it be that my love for you is not as great as that of the Goddess of Wisdom?”
Zeus hurriedly denied: “Oh~ my beloved, how could that be? Your love for me, and my love for you, are both equally infinite, just like with Metis!”
The Omniscient Goddess felt utterly satisfied upon hearing this. Her flushed lips curled slightly, outlining a charming smile, about to continue: “Then”
Zeus had already taken the initiative, saying righteously: “My beloved, even if you hadn’t asked, I would have spoken up myself! I too want to be with you eternally!”
With that, he plucked another strand of golden hair from his head.
Moreover, he meticulously ensured that the quantity and length of this strand were absolutely identical to the one given to Metis before!
Gently, he took a strand of Mnemosyne’s ink-black hair and joined them together in the same way.
The intellectual Goddess of Civilization was extremely pleased with Zeus’s initiative.
She raised her snow-white neck high, enthusiastically offering her beloved the sweetest nectar as a reward.
Zeus inwardly groaned: from now on, how many different colors would his hair be dyed?!
Fortunately, Hera and Themis both had golden hair like him, and many goddesses shared hair colors; otherwise, a rainbow of hues would be the least of it!
He secretly resolved that from now on, only gods he recognized as “wives” could enjoy this honor of “tied hair”; mere lovers would no longer receive this treatment!
The two sticky gods lingered intimately for a while longer before preparing to separate.
They had no choice but to separate.
Mnemosyne had clearly sensed that the Goddess of Wisdom Metis was truly about to lose her temper!
If they dragged on any longer, even that good-tempered goddess would not tolerate it!
Enough was enough; they couldn’t truly push Metis to the hostile side.
After all, Zeus deeply loved her and was filled with guilt toward her.
And Mnemosyne was indeed thoroughly satisfied.
She was exhausted too, unable to muster even a shred of strength in her divine body.
Who told her to insist on surpassing Metis in every aspect to gain the upper hand in momentum.
And throughout the process, she had been constantly multitasking.
It could only be said that the Primal Titans vastly surpassed Metis in strength.
The thick mist enveloping Olympus gradually dissipated.
The maiden goddesses with golden crowns on their heads, singing joyful songs and dancing, swarmed forward, hugging their Father God and Mother Goddess with utmost kindness.
Zeus told them that at the next Grand Ceremony of the Gods, he would formally grant them the honors unique to them.
The jubilant children excitedly surrounded them, continuing to sing; this family of eleven appeared extremely harmonious and joyful.
Zeus felt rather strange inside.
He had children, but all at once, so many.
Moreover, they had grown into young ladies right upon birth.
This left him with no experience of raising children or the troubles of caring for their growth!
But these were his own flesh and blood after all; the more he looked, the more he liked them!
He led his nine newborn daughters back to the God King’s Divine Palace and, on the most scenic mountain peak, built magnificent Divine Palaces for each of them.
On ordinary days, these children still followed their Mother Goddess Mnemosyne.
Though they were powerful Law Gods born knowing everything, Zeus still wasn’t entirely at ease; Mnemosyne had to personally care for and teach them.
The birth of Law Gods does not require the long growth mortals endure; being born knowing is the norm, but their natures are extremely close to their Origin Laws.
Without proper guidance, they easily become overly capricious, fully dominated by their nature, which is not a good thing.
A God of Lies who only knows deceit, a God of Death who only brings death, or a God of Sleep forever in deep sleep—if fully dominated by their nature, they would not truly possess sacred, pure divinity with a “self.”
The nobility of divinity should be born from nature, control nature, transcend nature, not be controlled by nature, letting primal impulses fully dominate the self.
Origin Laws are the rules and power constituting the universe, yet they should not be the sole criterion for gods’ actions.
Though gods are born from nature, their final divine status should transcend it, which ultimately requires parents’ careful guidance.
In this short span of less than a month, the entire Divine Realm was thrown into an unprecedented uproar.
The world’s changes were too rapid, so fast that the gods found it hard to comprehend.
How, in such a short time, did the Great God King’s side gain two world-shocking lovers and a full ten newborns of noble bloodline!
Among the Divine Twelve Laws, there is indeed a law encouraging the gods to develop bloodlines and create new laws; it is only right for the God King to lead by example, but this was too fast!
The Goddess of Wisdom was already the God King’s principal wife; her union with him was reasonable. The Civilization Memory Goddess had long shown signs, and the gods were mentally prepared.
Even the Lady of Night, the gods had anticipated.
But this Oceanid Goddess named Dione, where did she come from?
Having just properly settled Mnemosyne and the children, Zeus swept his divine thought, sensing the extremely oppressive atmosphere on Mount Olympus at that moment, and immediately felt a headache coming on.
After the pleasure, the troublesome matters were due to appear.
Too many beloved goddesses; he couldn’t appease them all!
But the pleasure was real!
The peak of the sacred mountain where Hera resided was shrouded in continuous drizzle; no need to guess, that proud goddess must be heartbroken.
In Hestia’s Divine Palace, the hearth fire that should burn eternally now offered not a trace of warmth.
As for Demeter’s abode on that fertile peak, it was now withered and yellow, not even a blade of grass able to live in the cracks of the Divine Palace’s stone steps.
One must know, Demeter’s divine peak was originally the most beautiful and lush, with birdsong and flowers, lush green grass.
Now that place, to the unknowing, might seem the dwelling of a goddess of ruin and withering.
And Metis.
Zeus lightly stroked a strand of black hair on his forehead, feeling rare guilt.
Just sworn eternal vows and tied hair in union, yet after one outing, upon reunion, there was another tied strand.
This was hard to explain nicely.
No, impossible to explain at all!
Zeus could naturally use his newly gained memory divine authority to clearly know all the thoughts of the goddesses at that moment.
But he had no interest in it.
Such behavior would strip everything of its original meaning and hold no fun.
It would be the greatest disrespect to these goddesses who deeply loved him.
Doing that would be better off just creating some goddesses for fun, which would be more effortless.
Mnemosyne hadn’t spied on everything before; over the long years in loneliness and boredom, the Omniscient Goddess had long learned restraint.
