Chapter 87: Testing Me, Zeus, With This?!
It is extremely difficult for gods to get drunk; only when the gods themselves desire to immerse in the feeling of intoxication and daze can they truly get drunk.
However, there are still many drunk gods, because many gods like this slightly tipsy, half-drunk, hazy and dazed feeling.
Regarding this, a certain God King who wishes to remain anonymous stated that he has completely quit drinking.
He no longer likes the feeling of being drunk!
Although many gods have a reputation for loving wine, the profound and wise Mnemosyne is absolutely not one of them.
What’s more, at this moment, she is even disheveled in her attire!
The plain black garment does match the image in the legends.
But!
This so-called black garment is just a layer of night-colored thin gauze, almost nonexistent in Zeus’s sharp, blazing golden pupils!
All the enchanting curves are faintly visible under that thin black gauze garment.
Just from that brief glance earlier, Zeus had already seen the goddess’s unparalleled enchanting figure completely!
In the clearest, most realistic way, without a single pixel missing!
The Mother Goddess of Civilization and Memory, her figure is truly too enchanting, too voluptuous, too tempting.
It makes divine blood surge and mind sway.
With one glance, the splendor and profundity of the world’s civilization are all within, truly making the god intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
In this scene, with this amorous atmosphere, the affair is at its peak; even if one were truly a blockhead, one absolutely could not fail to understand the romance.
Although Zeus has not drunk divine wine, at this moment he seems somewhat tipsy as well.
In this scene, if his mind is not intoxicated, then he truly does not understand worldly affairs.
Zeus silently calmed his mind and steadied his swaying divinity.
As the God of the Sky, his instinct makes it hard for him to resist the primitive attraction of the Goddess of Charm; he really cannot do without controlling it.
Moreover, the Civilization Memory Goddess is truly too tempting!
He can’t hold on; he simply can’t hold on!
Merely looking at her once is already the limit.
To be able to quickly shift his gaze away after just one look, Zeus’s willpower is already rare in the world.
In his heart now, he truly does not know what this magnificent Goddess of Civilization means; this is really too unusual.
Testing me, Zeus, with this?!
Then let me tell you!
You’ve found the right one!
You have a good eye for gods!
But saying so, Zeus is still holding steady for now.
He dares swear to himself that in this lifetime, he has truly kept himself pure; at least up to now, he is still a flawless and pure god!
Even with the beautiful Wisdom Metis accompanying him day and night, available at his beck and call, he truly has not taken her fully, only taking some liberties with words, hands, and feet.
His mind now is entirely focused on pursuing his career!
Zeus’s gaze straightens toward one side of the divine palace, not daring to look again at Mnemosyne’s tempting figure.
He takes the initiative to speak: “Respected and beautiful Goddess of Memory, Goddess of Civilization’s accumulation, Son of Rhea Zeus offers you the highest respect.”
The eternally serene Goddess of radiant splendor seems only now to notice Zeus, who is already parched in the hall.
Her slender yet ample figure sways and trembles as she slowly rises from the divine seat, her gait carrying a tipsy laziness; her profound black pupils lack the rumored propriety, hazy with the brilliant rosy clouds of civilization.
Prolonged and beautiful words, like the sweetest honey wine, slowly slip from her plump rosy cherry lips: “Ah~ respected and noble Son of Rhea, master of destiny, the predestined God King, the infinitely great and omniscient Zeus.”
“You have finally come.”
Her voice, laced with drunkenness, is soft and charming to the bone; with one word, it nearly hooks away Zeus’s soul.
However, even with the goddess before him so charming and tempting, at this moment Zeus’s heart holds not a single amorous thought.
He sighs inwardly: ‘Sigh, I hate these all-knowing gods the most! Everything can only be done straightforwardly!’
Zeus still does not look at that vast and enchanting, infinitely charming goddess.
His gaze fixes tightly on a stone pillar on one side of the divine palace, as if the white marble is more attractive than the cherry red upon fair skin.
He coughs dryly, striving to make his voice sound solemn and calm: “Respected Omniscient Goddess, I have come this time specifically to seek your help.”
The charming goddess, upon hearing this, lets out a gentle light laugh.
There are no sirens yet, but Zeus is certain this laughter is more tempting than the most alluring siren song; just one soft laugh is enough to stir endless fantasies in the gods.
Her tone carries a hint of teasing and provocation, coquettishly saying: “In the not-too-distant future, oh great predestined God King, when seeking help from a god, should one not look directly at the other? Your current behavior is really quite impolite.”
Upon hearing this, Zeus lets out a bitter laugh from his lips; his usually majestic voice now carries much helplessness and sincerity.
“Beautiful Goddess, your charm is too radiant; my still unsteady heart truly cannot resist your peerless beauty. If I look directly at you now, I will surely lose all rationality.”
Just as Zeus finishes speaking, the flawless Memory Goddess has lightly shifted her lotus steps, quietly arriving beside Zeus like a ghost.
The rich fragrance emanating from her jade-like fair body now subtly assaults, winding around Zeus; even his breathing slows.
The charming Civilization Goddess’s jade-like slender fingers, carrying a slight cool touch, have gently caressed Zeus’s resolute cheek.
Her charming words now become even softer and more lingering, with a hint of tipsy intoxication, whispering softly by Zeus’s ear: “What a sweet-talking God King.”
“I don’t believe what you say~”
The gentle goddess’s mythical voice pauses, then continues softly: “Respected Zeus, please do not overthink.”
“A very, very long time ago, at the very beginning of that distant and ancient era, I, Mnemosyne, already knew to whom I would ultimately belong.”
“I have waited for you too long, my love; I will eternally accompany you by your side, my honor is your honor, never to separate.”
The great Omniscient Civilization Memory Goddess gently unfolds her enchanting figure’s arms, now softly embracing Zeus.
She lifts her delicate beautiful head, gazing into Zeus’s profound golden eyes, her voice carrying expectation and impatience: “Majestic Zeus, my love, do you need me to set off for Mount Olympus now?”
Zeus finally looks directly at the infinitely beautiful goddess before him; his profound eyes unabashedly fill with possession.
He unceremoniously pulls the goddess tightly into his embrace, his voice gentle yet firm: “Now is not yet the time. The new order has not been fully implemented, and the cornerstone of the universe is not yet stable.”
