Chapter 157: Thunder Omniscience Muses
This Omniscient Goddess, though jealous and angry, as the master of civilization and memory, how could she truly lose her rationality?
How could she not know the temperament of her own God King?
She, who deeply understood everything about Zeus, knew it all too well.
Zeus was one who yielded to softness but not to hardness!
This God King’s heart was both soft and hard.
He was no god who could be intimidated by threats and quarrels!
If she truly disregarded everything and quarreled loudly with him, that would be the real end of all things.
But like now, making him feel guilty and heartbroken for her, then everything would go smoothly next, wouldn’t it?
However, the next actions needed to be quicker; the wise God King would soon react.
After hearing Zeus’s promise, this cunning Omniscient Goddess quietly restrained the smile at the corner of her mouth.
Of course, the tears in her eyes had never stopped flowing at all.
Goddesses, even if not Daughters of the Ocean, were still made of water.
She lightly raised her head, looking at Zeus with a pitiful, heartbreaking gaze, and asked in a low voice: “My beloved, are you speaking the truth?”
Zeus nodded heavily. He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on his beloved goddess’s face with utmost care, saying in an extremely firm tone: “My beloved goddess, I know you love me immensely, even willing to dedicate everything of yourself to me. How could I bear to let you endure unbearable pain?”
Zeus said tenderly and sincerely: “My beloved, how could I bear to deceive you? Moreover, how could I possibly succeed in deceiving you? My beloved, please feel earnestly—is my love for you sincere?”
The wise goddess shook her head vigorously. She still spoke with a sobbing voice: “My beloved, I forever respect and revere you—how could I rashly spy into your heart?”
“I believe everything you say; no matter the content, I will believe it without reservation.”
The charming goddess gazed obsessively at her beloved God King, all emotions turning into the hottest whisper: “Zeus~ I love you, I love you so much~~~”
“Please, my beloved, grant me your mercy, grant me your love like sweet nectar. Please possess me—I only want to be possessed by you.”
“Zeus, you already have your first child—please let me bear lovely children for you too!”
“That way, in the long times you cannot accompany me, having the company of the fruits of our love, I can barely endure that bone-gnawing, heart-burning pain of longing.”
As soon as the charming goddess’s words fell, without giving Zeus a chance to speak, she took the initiative to kiss him.
A bit of bright red tongue tip entered decisively with an irresistible posture, completely blocking all the words the God King was about to utter.
How could Zeus, full of guilt and affection, bear to refuse?
Moreover, facing this alluring, infinitely seductive Omniscient Goddess before him, who exuded boundless temptation, he simply lacked the willpower to refuse.
Besides, his next target was originally this goddess representing the past.
He already possessed omniscience of the present and now needed omniscience of the past.
With the past and present, with spirituality, wisdom, and memory, he could weave the destiny of the future.
Thus, this guilty and lustful Heavenly Lord half-heartedly yielded and fully immersed himself in the irresistible charm of the Omniscient Goddess that left the god unable to resist.
Right on the halfway path from the Temple of Wisdom to the God King’s divine palace, in the mountains and wilds of Mount Olympus, the supreme Lord of Thunder was thoroughly “captured” by this Omniscient Goddess of Civilization and Memory.
Above the sky, the heavy dark clouds that had just dispersed for a day and night once again gathered with even greater momentum.
And this time, a thick mysterious fog appeared—so dense that even gods could not see their fingers—completely obscuring the outline of the entire Mount Olympus.
Crisp thunder roared once more from deep within the clouds, joyful lightning danced ceaselessly again.
Countless strange and sacred runes representing civilization and the past were deeply inscribed in every flash of thunderbolt.
The supreme thunder, as unmatched power and judgment of life and death, was now merging with the divine origin symbolizing vast civilization, boundless memory, and past omniscience, with the profound foundation of the spring of wisdom’s inspiration and the imprint of cosmic existence.
The radiance of thunder and the wisdom of memory fully fused, erupting in a sacred celebration between heaven and earth that was indescribable in words.
That lightning no longer mere electric light, but radiance of creation containing infinite civilization essence.
That thunder no longer pure roar, but transformed into the joyful song sung by all things in the universe upon understanding and awakening.
All known things, all occurred events—those fragments long asleep in the vast sea of memory—were now thoroughly awakened by these thunderclaps.
An invisible, formless sacred halo spread from the center of the clouds, this light not from stars, but condensed from pure memory and civilization.
It illuminated every dimension of space-time, reflecting shadows of past wisdom in every inch of void; long-forgotten ancient civilization epics were being silently recited anew.
Wherever the light reached, all things were granted profound understanding of their own origins, and an unprecedented, clear, and deep self-awareness naturally arose.
Thunder burst from the depths of this light, every golden lightning interwoven with civilization’s veins, bearing memory’s imprints.
They tore through space in perfect, sacred geometric patterns, like countless divine brushstrokes sketching an endless magnificent knowledge map on the universe’s canvas.
Every boom of thunderbolt became a declaration of an ancient adage—this was the perfect fusion of power, wisdom, spirituality, civilization, memory, creation, and many primal laws, achieving utmost goodness and beauty.
The world thereby became more complete, more clear.
All things in joy finally recognized the meaning of their own existence and felt the inseparable connection with the grand past of the universe.
At this moment, thunder was no longer merely Zeus’s weapon; it had become the messenger transmitting and guarding the light of civilization.
With every surge of thunderbolt, it proclaimed to the entire universe in the most magnificent, splendid way the glory of civilization and the truth of existence.
At this moment, what arose between heaven and earth was no longer a simple phenomenon, but a magnificent echo directly resounding at the root of the universe, stirring the spiritual existence of all things, making all existence rejoice sincerely.
Because all existence had clarified their own origins.
Zeus had taken a great step forward on the path to “omniscience.”
The omniscient wise Goddess of Civilization offered herself completely without reservation to the great God King destined for omniscience and omnipotence, her most beloved God King.
However, at the same time, she unceremoniously seized the sweet fruits symbolizing the doting of her beloved male god, exclusively hers.
Amid all past civilization and memory, in the God King’s wisdom and thought, in the essence of that unmatched power and inspiration, new goddesses representing wisdom, inspiration, creation, knowledge, art, science, and literature were quietly being gestated.
The erudite memory goddess, who knew all clearly, under the irrigation of the God King’s powerful divinity, was gestating a group of even deeper, more profound children.
On the second dawn, Calliope, representing eloquence and epic, presiding over language arts, was born. She gripped the blade of eloquence, slashing through the barriers of silence!
On the third dawn, Clio, representing social sciences, recording and spreading eternal history, was born. She held the chisel of history, carving the true veins.
On the fourth dawn, Euterpe, who could sing all lyric poetry and music of all things, symbolizing auditory arts, was born. She stirred the springs of melody, washing the ears of all beings.
On the fifth dawn, Melpomene, presiding over tragedy, able to create all novels and dramas, was born. She forged the furnace of drama, smelting the cruelty of destiny!（Praise Melpomene）
On the sixth dawn, Thalia, skilled in elegant prose, creating pastoral odes, praising the world’s prosperity, was born. She sowed the poetic buds of the countryside, urging forth abundant waves of grain.
On the seventh dawn, the infinitely lovely Erato, reciting poetry of love, able to inspire all love in the world, was born. She plucked the strings of love, binding palpitating hearts.（Praise Erato）
On the eighth dawn, Polyhymnia, revealing the mysteries of cosmic existence, praising the great primal laws of the gods, representing natural sciences, was born. She recited nature’s codes, unlocking the origins of all things.
On the ninth dawn, Terpsichore, born loving dance, delighting in all leaping rhythms, representing beautiful visual arts, was born. She ignited the flowing fire of dance postures, kindling rigid shells!
On the tenth dawn, Urania, beloved by the sky, able to measure the stars, representing applied sciences, was born. She illuminated the arcs of heavenly tracks, binding the vastness with science!
The Almighty Heavenly Lord and the Omniscient Goddess, through nine full days and nights of sacred union, gave birth to these nine maiden goddesses—wearing radiant golden crowns—who delved into nearly all existence, all civilization, all laws: the Muses!
Because of their existence, the universe’s civilization flourished; because of their singing, the world’s all spirits came to know the meaning of their existence.
Praise the Muses!
This “greedy” Omniscient Goddess ruthlessly extracted the compensation she deserved from this great Heavenly Lord.
All the new authorities over art, science, and literature, she unceremoniously claimed entirely for her children.
The guilt-ridden Heavenly Lord, immersed in gentle land, let the Omniscient Goddess play freely—after all, they were his children, what was there to compete over?
Moreover, his beloved goddess had truly suffered a great grievance this time—what could Zeus do? Only let his beloved goddess do as she pleased.
Anyway, as the God King ruling all, everything he created was innately under his jurisdiction.
Whatever laws were innately controllable, as incarnations of laws, co-supreme administrators.
The stronger the children’s power, the more authorities, the greater the good for him.
At this moment, enjoying this boundless tenderness was the most important matter!
The nine eternally joyful, eternally wise, eternally vibrant goddesses, right after their first birth, immediately danced the most joyful dances and sang the most beautiful songs together.
They sang for their father god and mother goddess; for their great father god and omniscient mother goddess, they wrote immortal odes to record this great sacred moment of their union.
Ode: Hymn to the Union of the Almighty King and the Source of Omniscience
（In the collective voice of the Muse sisters）
Oh~ immortal deities and mortal spirits!
Hear us praise, hear us sing:
We sing of towering Mount Olympus,
We praise the supreme Lord of Thunder,
Zeus, Almighty Heavenly Lord of the Universe, Father of the Gods!
We exalt the omniscient Goddess of Memory,
Pearl of the sea of inspiration, source of all civilization!
——
On the paths of Mount Olympus, witnessing that sacred capture,
The King of Thunder paused for the eyes of the Goddess of Memory.
Memory unbound the sash of time, offering civilization’s gestation to the God King,
Thick fog as veiling curtains, covering the marriage bed of creation.
——
When the Almighty Father’s thunder roared across the mountaintop,
Lightning inscribed runes of myriad nations, thunder turned to wisdom’s songs.
When the Omniscient Mother’s light of memory illuminated the void,
The sea of memory awakened, halo piercing space-time.
Power and memory, like heavenly fire and abyss fusing,
Heaven and earth trembled, all things rejoiced in primal tremors,
Creation’s miracle unfolded slowly before the gods.
——
We witnessed, that unmatched thunderbolt no longer violent,
But transformed into sacred runes recording epics.
We experienced, that boundless memory no longer silent,
But awakened by the rousing thunder.
Hear! Thunder’s drumbeat shatters the universe’s silence,
That is Zeus striking the abyss of memory with authority;
See! Civilization’s golden shuttle weaves lightning’s brocade,
That is Mnemosyne sewing the God King’s robe with knowledge!——
When power soaks wisdom’s nectar, when imprints suck inspiration’s nectar,
Heaven and earth leap in joyful song, all spirits finally know their names!
This is the sacred vow, the universe’s celebration,
The sincere joy of all things, the truth of all existence!
Zeus, with supreme might you embraced the Mother Goddess,
Mnemosyne, with omniscient love you responded to the Father God.
——
In the union of thunder and memory, we were born,
We are art, we are science, we are civilization,
We are epic, we are history, we are poetry.
Nine nights gestated, dawn birthed in sequence:
Calliope with language, reciting heroic epics;
Clio bearing history books, writing sacred historical chapters;
Euterpe playing music, blowing moving heavenly music;
Melpomene viewing joys and sorrows, performing world’s tragedies and comedies;
Thalia chanting pastorals, praising prosperous homes;
Erato singing love songs, conveying love’s burning verses;
Polyhymnia expounding laws, discoursing cosmic order;
Terpsichore dancing, pulsing life’s rhythms;
Urania probing heaven-earth mysteries, measuring vast stars;
Nine days ended, nine sisters’ golden crowns gleaming.
——
Nine golden-crowned Muses! Nine splendors of civilization!
We are stars forged of thunder and memory, greenhouse of power and civilization,
Conceived in Zeus’s divine thought, grown in Mnemosyne’s womb.
Henceforth where thunderbolts ring, poems shall sprout;
Where thick fog shrouds, songs shall cleave the lost path!
Bearing the pact of thunder and memory, receiving the covenant of wisdom and civilization,
Linking the universe with poetry, music, history, art, literature, and reason,
Making civilization immortal, making existence meaningful.
——
Praise Zeus! You are the great Father God!
Praise Mnemosyne! You are the great Mother Goddess!
We are the fruits of your love, the manifestation of your divinity,
Our birth reveals existence’s secrets,
Lets all things’ meaning be known, lets the fire of civilization never extinguish!
Praise you, great Father God and Mother Goddess!
Praise this sacred union, praise this eternal miracle!——
When mortal spirits gaze at the Summit of Olympus, remember that in the fog it was not a storm that exploded,
But the Father God and Mother Goddess, with the universe as marriage bed, birthing all things,
The first song of love!
Our song will forever prove: this sacred union is the universe’s most brilliant embrace!
——
The nine Muse goddesses thus sang, danced, and recited the sacred union of the Lord of All Gods and the Omniscient Goddess, making this great moment eternally praised by all spirits.
And incidentally, eternally inscribing their own names in the universe’s memory, to be sung eternally alongside their father god and mother goddess.
They were eternally immortal, eternally joyful holy goddesses.
They were forever happy, forever clear-minded, forever profound.
As incarnations of wonderful art, vast science, and profound literature, they were the ultimate reflection of all sentient beings and civilization, sure to bring this universe infinite brilliance and excitement!
Praise the Muses!
And the greedy and stingy Omniscient Goddess not only ruthlessly demanded compensation from her beloved, but also did not abandon revenge on her rival.
Against the Wisdom Goddess who took first place, she occupied Zeus for nine days and nights, one more day and night than Metis, thus surpassing her!
For that shameless goddess who dared covet the God King, some unnamed Goddess of Night, she did something even more excessive!
This wicked and scheming Omniscient Memory Goddess actually transmitted the images of her sacred union with Zeus—unveiled, with sound and visuals—to the distant Lady of Night in the Underworld, directly implanting them into her memory.
And also to her “good sister” Themis, who was bitterly upholding principles on Mount Olympus.
She didn’t transmit to other goddesses—she didn’t want to provoke too many, making too many enemies under that tree.
She transmitted to the Lady of Night because she truly disliked this goddess who every moment thought of possessing Zeus and had already taken concrete action.
And to Themis, naturally to thoroughly drag this good sister into the water, adding the fiercest flame to her already crumbling resolve!
The Lady of Night, who had already been jealous to near madness seeing Metis take Zeus’s chastity, nearly died of anger on the spot upon unexpectedly receiving this “gift” from Mnemosyne.
Note that this was not watching images, but direct memory implantation—for the receiver, it was as if experiencing it personally, even firsthand.
For a pure and innocent goddess like the Lady of Night, how could she withstand such stimulation?
Her divinity immediately spun in dizziness; the Lady of Night felt blindness for the first time in her divine life.
Metis was Zeus’s publicly declared beloved goddess, his wife; her taking first place was somewhat reasonable.
Moreover, the Wisdom Goddess had an excellent temperament, widely popular among the gods—she could barely tolerate that.
But you, this utterly shameless Memory Goddess!
Truly! Truly! Truly!
Too much!
Truly shameless—this most private matter, actually shown to other gods!
Couldn’t you avoid the gods a bit?
And show it to gods?
Hateful! You know so much!
So many tricks!
Hateful! Hateful! Hateful!
Zeus~ Wuu~ My Zeus~
You’ve been defiled by this little vile goddess!
And that Dione!
An unnamed god she’d never even heard of, already having a child with Zeus!
The Goddess of Night, struck repeatedly, even though she long knew Zeus could not belong solely to her.
But when it all truly happened, this pure Great Mother Goddess, tasting love’s sweetness and longing’s bitterness for the first time, now first tasted jealousy sour enough to corrode the soul, and hatred pain like blades carving the heart.
And that helpless, supremely suppressed anger.
As the Lady of Night’s mood twisted extremely, endless pure night swiftly enveloped the entire Underworld, making the already suffocating realm even more asphyxiating.
Hades the tool god merely sighed deeply and continued immersing in the heavy work of constructing the Underworld.
Anyway, there weren’t many souls in the Underworld now—let the Lady of Night vent her temper.
Coaxing Nyx was a headache best left to Zeus.
After all, I am Hades! What does Zeus’s mess have to do with me, Hades?
As for Themis, this Goddess of Justice seriously sorting cosmic order in her divine palace was usually focused but now occasionally absent-minded.
She sat on her high divine seat, rarely showing a trace of distracted bewilderment.
Her waterfall-like golden long hair was like flowing golden radiance, cascading from her smooth shoulders.
Flowing over her mountain-like upright jade back, sliding over her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, finally draping over that full, ripe peach brimming with endless vitality.
A breeze from outside the hall gently entered, stirring some strands to dance, like golden powder scattering in the air.
If Zeus saw this scene now, he would surely be unable to control himself.
The union of Zeus and Metis had inevitably affected her mood, letting her taste sourness for the first time, and even emotions she dared not admit: jealousy and envy.
And later, upon receiving news of Dione, her mood sank to the extreme.
