Chapter 177: Poseidon, Don’t Make Me Beat You In Front Of All Those Gods
While Zeus and the Goddess of Wisdom were being affectionate, the unruly Sea King Poseidon Your Excellency seized the opportunity, holding a heavy golden cup, and swaggered over to Hera, who was alone in the corner drinking sullenly.
Hera, already in low spirits and feeling down, felt her head start to ache again just upon seeing Poseidon’s figure.
This tactless idiot had come again.
After Zeus previously announced that Themis and Mnemosyne, these two Great Goddesses, were his wives, the Sea King, filled with envy, jealousy, hatred, and unwilling to be lonely, also began searching for the wife he wanted.
Poseidon didn’t care about emotion or lack thereof; in His view, that was an insignificant minor issue.
His requirements were only two points.
First, she must possess ultimate beauty and loveliness;
Second, her divinity and authority must be sufficiently powerful to contribute to His vast Sea and enhance His strength.
Loveliness was still a minor issue, as few goddesses were not lovely.
The most important, then, was that her own strength and authority must be sufficiently powerful.
Moreover, it was best if they were goddesses who originally supported Zeus.
This way, it would greatly weaken the power around Zeus and enhance His own strength, thereby achieving the purpose of one declines while the other rises.
Of course, the Oceanic Pantheon was excepted.
Although in terms of authority compatibility, the goddesses of the Ocean were the most suitable.
The Daughters of the Ocean were all incomparably beautiful and lovely, and there was no shortage of goddesses with good personalities and powerful strength.
But the Oceanic Pantheon was too strong; its forces and strength were excessively overpowering.
Moreover, the Ocean’s authority was too similar to His own; the Sea and the Ocean were adjacent, and the Ocean already occupied half of the Sea.
Poseidon was truly afraid that after a marriage alliance, he might accidentally be sidelined.
Daughters of the Ocean could be lovers, but not wives!
Looking around, Poseidon felt even more envy, jealousy, and hatred in his heart!
The most powerful Great Goddesses in the Universe, especially the single goddesses among the Primal Titans, aside from his own Mother Goddess, all belonged to Zeus!
And the Goddess of Wisdom He coveted most was also Zeus’s!
There was also that Oceanid Goddess named Dione; just looking at her made gods dazed, and she even had children with Zeus!
Damn you, Zeus!
Why are all the good goddesses yours!
After much thought, Poseidon turned his gaze toward his sisters.
He really couldn’t look favorably on those nymphs and minor goddesses; in the current Universe, the ones with the strongest authority left were his own three sisters.
Thus, Poseidon took Zeus as his example and, while Zeus was weaving the Heavenly Dao Order with the various Great Gods, simultaneously pursued the three goddesses!
That’s right, He confidently pursued all three goddesses at the same time.
Among them, the one He favored most was naturally Hera.
Because Hera was the strongest, most beautiful, most loyal, and her authority was the most important.
Furthermore, Hera’s authority was not under Zeus’s direct control.
Hestia and Demeter had already placed their authorities under Zeus.
But not to mention Hera—even the mildest Hestia resolutely refused and told Him not to have such thoughts again.
As for Demeter, after He revealed his intention, He never had another chance to see Demeter.
Demeter spat at Him in her heart several times: ‘Poseidon has truly lost his mind; how could he have such a stupid, overreaching idea?’
As for Hera, she naturally refused extremely resolutely and clearly.
But Poseidon was not the kind of god to give up easily, even if the other party had clearly refused.
He shamelessly continued pursuing Hera and the other two goddesses, bothering them to no end.
But there was no method; after all, he was still their own brother—stupid and with a bad temper, but ultimately their own god.
The three gentle and graceful goddesses could only seek out their Mother Goddess Rhea to warn and dissuade Poseidon.
But Poseidon didn’t listen at all; even after repeated scoldings from Mother Goddess Rhea, he remained stubborn and unrepentant.
This forced Hera and the others to avoid him.
Poseidon also had some understanding of Hera’s feelings for Zeus; He wasn’t stupid and couldn’t possibly fail to see it, and He was extremely disobedient about it in his heart.
Everyone was a Son of Cronus, a Son of Rhea; why should Zeus get the favor of all the goddesses?
In terms of strength, well, wasn’t it just a little bit less?
In terms of authority, well, wasn’t it just a little bit less?
In terms of status, everyone was a king—regardless of what kind of king, they were all kings!
In terms of divine quality, definitely mine is better! Zeus is nagging and wishy-washy; how could he compare to my straightforward confidence!
In terms of appearance, definitely mine is better! No doubt about it! Even Mother Goddess praised my good looks!
Regarding Hera’s divine quality, Poseidon had some understanding; Hera was loyal and pure in love, absolutely unable to accept Zeus’s promiscuity.
Zeus already had so many wives; Hera would never yield to Him!
He was different; He could guarantee only one wife!
Lovers were lovers; that was different.
Looking across the Universe, aside from himself, there was no more suitable candidate!
Poseidon was very confident.
Unfortunately, all the goddesses avoided Him, leaving Him with no real opportunities.
As for now, Poseidon had chosen the timing even more poorly.
With Zeus absent, Hera couldn’t be bothered with Him; now that Zeus was present, she feared causing even the slightest misunderstanding for Zeus.
Moreover, her mood now was truly not good.
The lord of the tumultuous Sea came before Hera and began to fawn, while subtly badmouthing Zeus a couple of times.
He said in an exaggerated tone: “Oh~ illustrious and radiant Hera, at this lively feast of the gods, why are you, a goddess, lingering alone in this dim corner?”
He glanced at Zeus, surrounded by the various goddesses, full of envy, but said: “Could it be that some unworthy god has harmed your noble heart?”
“You know, loyalty and pure love are the rarest virtues, not every god can possess them.”
Hera slowly closed her molten gold eyes, a deep and fatigued helplessness surging in her heart; she was utterly speechless at Poseidon’s incorrigible stupidity and inexplicable confidence.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her chest, opened her golden eyes and glared fiercely at Poseidon; her usually gentle tone now icy cold, she scolded sharply: “Poseidon, don’t force me to hit you when I’m in a bad mood!”
“Now, immediately, disappear from my sight!”
“Otherwise, even at this feast hall of the gods, I will ruthlessly teach you a lesson!”
Poseidon was stunned, completely unable to anticipate Hera’s such intense reaction.
Although she had always refused clearly in the past, the gentle and loving sisters had never spoken such ruthless words to their own god.
Seeing Hera’s expression clearly not joking, especially the obvious surge of ferocity in her brilliant golden pupils, Poseidon shuddered in fear.
He knew full well that although Hera was usually gentle and charitable, when truly angry, her fists were very hard.
He couldn’t beat Hera.
And if it really came to blows, Zeus would definitely side with Hera, not him, without the slightest hesitation; he had some measure of that in his heart.
That was beyond doubt.
Seeing Hera’s face growing increasingly impatient, Poseidon immediately turned and left, extremely spineless, not daring to hesitate in the slightest.
But he was still unwilling, muttering softly as he walked: “It’s not like I provoked you; why take it out on me so much…”
Before he finished speaking, his peripheral vision caught that purple-gold figure decisively rising, divine power surging, clearly preparing to act.
Poseidon instantly shut his mouth, swallowing the rest of his words, infused his legs with divine power, turned into a phantom, and fled without a trace in a flash.
Obediently doing as Hera said, completely disappearing from her sight.
All of foolish Poseidon’s actions, even all his clumsy moves during the time Zeus was weaving the Heavenly Dao Order, Zeus knew full well in his heart.
The God Lord holding Metis in his embrace was already furious inside, cursing darkly: ‘Foolish Poseidon! Bastard! You dare to set your sights on my most beloved Hera; just you wait!’
‘I’ll sleep with your wife for sure!’
The God King’s anger churned in his heart, but his face remained calm.
He gently released the wise Metis in his embrace and whispered two sentences in her ear in a voice like a breeze, audible only to them.
Upon hearing this, Metis turned her gaze to the proud yet lonely figure of her friend in the distant corner; a flash of understanding and an imperceptible sigh passed through her clear eyes, then she gave her beloved God King a resentful glance.
‘My love, my king, how many goddesses have you made heartbroken? In the future, how many more goddesses will ignite jealous flames for you?’
However, the clever and considerate Metis proactively released her arm around Zeus and, with the posture of the Mistress, smilingly gathered powerful goddesses like Demeter, Nyx, and Mnemosyne to her side, starting a private conversation exclusively for goddesses, temporarily shielding the God King from all disturbances.
These scheming little gods must be properly dealt with!
They must be made to clearly recognize who the true Mistress of Olympus is!
Only then did Zeus slowly walk toward the corner where Hera was; along the way, the gods rose one after another, humbly raising their cups to toast Him, though none foolishly pulled Him for casual chat.
And Hera—that pure-hearted Hera, that loyal Hera, that gentle Hera—stared dazedly at her heart’s beloved God King, passing through the awe of the gods, step by step, toward her.
Her heartbeat skipped a beat in that instant, then pounded like war drums.
She quickly stood, seemingly carelessly yet with a hint of cautious subtlety, gently smoothing the folds of her purple-gold gauze skirt and adjusting the golden laurel wreath in her hair.
All these subtle, feigned-calm actions fell entirely into Zeus’s eyes, making Him unable to stop the corners of his mouth from rising, curving into a doting arc.
