Chapter 179: Poseidon’s “good Friend”
She listened to Zeus’s affectionate words, her mind clouded by emotion, but after being offended by Zeus’s presumptuous action, it had now recovered the clarity and sharpness of the Great Mother Goddess.
She immediately let out a crisp cold laugh: “Heh, don’t you still have your second and third wives accompanying you?”
“What? Great God King, you can still think of me in the gentle land? What am I to you? To even trouble His Majesty the God King to keep me in mind?”
She emphasized the words “second” and “third” especially, the thick, inseparable jealousy almost soaking through this Thunder Barrier.
The promiscuous and shameless Heavenly Lord immediately denied it upon hearing this, his tone extremely earnest: “My love, in my heart, you are forever that unique star! If you are willing, I can immediately announce to the entire universe: You, Hera, are my Zeus’s most beloved wife!”
These words pierced even deeper into the most painful place in Hera’s heart, her face growing even colder, indescribable pain even welling up in her golden pupils.
She said disdainfully in a cold voice: “Then what number should I be? Fourth? Or fifth? Or perhaps even further back at sixth?”
“Ah, right, and there’s Demeter too, and Dione, when do you plan to announce their statuses?”
Zeus was about to open his mouth to argue when Hera stopped Him with a determined posture: “Enough! Zeus, don’t say these things anymore.”
She suddenly took the initiative to lean into Zeus’s embrace, her tone abruptly softening in that instant, with an extremely calm yet heart-shattering voice, slowly saying: “Zeus, my love is unique. Therefore, the love I want must also be unique.”
“That’s it, that’s it—I’m already in your arms, what more do you want from me?”
This one gentle sentence, filled with endless fatigue and compromise, instantly blocked all the carefully prepared sweet talk in Zeus’s mouth.
The amorous God Lord’s heart, which could accommodate countless goddesses, surprisingly stirred with rare pangs of guilt like needle pricks at this moment.
In this world, there was no goddess more deeply affectionate and loyal than His Hera.
He could only hold the most beloved goddess in his arms with all his strength, murmuring softly in her ear again and again: “Hera. My Hera, you will always be my Hera, my most beloved wife.”
The two great deities quietly embraced each other, in this narrow heaven and earth shielded from everything by the thunder light curtain, silently enjoying this rare, bittersweet moment.
And just after Zeus walked to Hera’s side and used Thunder Divine Power to shield all gazes, that certain unnamed Sea King who had originally been hiding in a dark corner to avoid Hera’s rage was now staring deadly at that flickering lightning with a gaze woven of envy, jealousy, and hatred, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces.
“Bang!”
He could no longer endure it and fiercely crushed the pure gold wine cup in his hand.
He then abruptly stood up, carrying all his gloom and rage, directly leaving this gods’ feast that made Him nauseous, storming back to His sea.
Returning to that deep and magnificent underwater kingdom, Poseidon’s rage was finally fully unleashed.
The Ruler of the Sea’s rage turned into terrifying waves sweeping the entire ocean, the fearsome billows forming sky-reaching giant hands that tore and shredded everything in the sea into debris.
All the wreckage was then thoroughly ground into the void in the countless bottomless vortices rising and falling on the seabed.
Alone in his extremely grand and spectacular Sea King’s Temple drinking sullenly, He grew angrier the more He thought.
His Sea King’s Temple, built from massive coral crystals and pearl mother-of-pearl, was magnificent and luxurious, in no way inferior to the Olympus God King’s Divine Palace.
But this divine palace was empty and cold, accentuating His solitude even more; looking at the desolate emptiness and thinking of the lively and joyful Olympus, He grew even angrier.
The resentment in His heart could not be suppressed no matter what!
Why!
Why could He, Zeus, win the favor of all those powerful goddesses?
Why was He rejected every time He pursued someone?
And why did those arrogant goddesses throw themselves at Zeus like moths to a flame the moment they saw him?
Why must His ocean authority be shared with the gods?!
Even the laws He controlled could not be used freely!
Moreover, the most important and powerful might in the ocean authority—the “storm” symbolizing supreme destruction and devastation—its highest control was still in Zeus’s hands!
The more Poseidon thought, the more stifled He felt; He resolved to do something to vent this resentment fiercely!
Rebelling alone was definitely out of the question—He didn’t have the guts.
Moreover, compared to Zeus’s power and authority, He was no match at all; He still had that much self-awareness.
But though He lacked the courage to rebel, He had the guts to cause trouble—and not just a little, but a lot!
A rebellious and untamed figure gradually clarified in His mind, and on Poseidon’s handsome face, a dark and cruel cold smile slowly formed.
He had made up his mind: no more waiting for other opportunities—now, immediately, it was time to use this chess piece!
At this upcoming, much-anticipated Council of Gods, He would ruthlessly slap Zeus’s face!
This chess piece was, of course, that reckless and arrogant Titan God—Menoetius!
Although Poseidon constantly wanted to fully annex the Ocean God’s authority and completely absorb “sea” and “ocean” into his own pocket.
He believed that only thus could He truly rival Zeus.
But He was not entirely a brainless deity after all—merely a bit hot-tempered, a bit arrogant, and occasionally a bit arrogant.
He also understood that if one wanted to deal with an enemy, the best way was to get close to Him and greet Him with a smiling face.
Besides, He genuinely quite liked those gentle and beautiful Daughters of the Ocean.
In this world, there probably wasn’t a god who didn’t like the Daughters of the Ocean.
With His status as Sea King, by deliberately lowering His posture to get close, the Ocean Gods could hardly shut Him out.
Over this long time, His relationship with Oceanus and his wife, as well as the Ocean Gods, had become quite familiar.
After all, He was Zeus’s brother and the closest neighbor to the ocean.
In that past Titan War that decided the universe’s destiny, Poseidon had also fought side by side with many Ocean deities, so there was indeed some friendship.
The Oceanid Lineage was mostly mild and good-natured; facing Poseidon’s active overtures, though they harbored defenses in their hearts, on the surface they still gave this Sea King sufficient courtesy and respect.
It was in this close intercourse that Poseidon turned His scheming gaze to Iapetus’s two sons—Atlas and Menoetius.
Even though they had once fought fiercely to the death, through His deliberate overtures, His relationship with these two Second Generation Titans confined in the ocean was actually maintained quite well.
Poseidon had no choice; surveying the entire Oceanic Pantheon, only these two brothers had potential for making trouble.
The other Ocean deities were simple and loyal, strictly disciplined by Oceanus and his wife, and Zeus had great favors toward the entire ocean lineage—He really couldn’t find an opportunity to sow discord.
Atlas and Menoetius, though ordered by the Ocean God couple never to step out of the ocean, were still relatively free within the vast ocean territory.
But with such a long passage of time, they had grown extremely dissatisfied and bored with this monotonous life in the ocean.
Atlas was somewhat better off; his self-cultivation had indeed yielded some results, and his children were doing well on Mount Olympus, occasionally returning to the ocean to visit him, making Atlas not a good target for incitement.
But Menoetius was different.
He was inherently reckless and arrogant, and as the endless days dragged on, his arrogant heart grew even more intolerant.
His violent temperament was not welcome in the ocean; few gods were willing to keep him company to alleviate his solitude, making his days extremely boring.
Even his wife, Nereus’s daughter—the gentle River Nymph Eireneia—and her daughter Hesperis were strictly ordered by Pontus not to stay long in the ocean accompanying him, only allowed to visit occasionally.
This undoubtedly intensified Menoetius’s resentment even more.
The convergence of these circumstances made Menoetius’s days increasingly dissatisfying, feeling more and more like endless darkness.
And in this situation, the scheming Poseidon instead became his “good friend.”
And now, for this good friend of His, Poseidon declared it was time to put him to use!
Poseidon cold-laughed soundlessly in the deep seawater; using this chess piece to disgust the currently triumphant and blissfully comfortable Zeus on Olympus was this “good friend”‘s greatest value in existing!
At the Council of Gods, on this grandest day when the deities of the Three Realms and Three Domains jointly paid homage to the God King and praised his supreme authority, create some earth-shattering events for Zeus and ruthlessly tarnish His supreme face!
Moreover, this scheme killed two birds with one stone—not only disrupting the celebration but also inciting a rift between the powerful Oceanic Pantheon and Zeus; no matter the outcome, Poseidon would profit without loss.
And this best opportunity, laughably, was personally delivered to His door by Zeus himself.
Although Poseidon still had no principal wife to this day, this didn’t mean He was some self-respecting god.
He already had a beautiful Daughter of the Ocean as a secret lover.
From this lover willing to fall, He obtained many secrets about the deep ocean that the outside world could hardly know.
His lover was named—Philyra.
Ever since being sent back to the ocean by Cronus to gather intelligence, this beautiful goddess had never returned.
She was truly afraid.
