Chapter 251: The Goddess Of Wisdom’s Rank-up Is Too Fast!
Over two years, Epimetheus not only failed to improve his favor with any of the Muses, but instead, due to his frivolity and stupidity, his impression score dropped quite a bit.
He finally had some self-awareness and knew that with the Muses, he definitely had no chance.
At this moment, after seeing these three even more gentle and softer new Goddesses of Grace, his restless and hot heart immediately set a new target!
Anyway, they were all daughters of the God King!
Moreover, daughters of the Oceanid Goddess—their temperament seemed much better at first glance!
He, who had just been publicly commended by the God King, felt his divine status image was extremely lofty and believed he was capable again!
Regarding this, Zeus was quite speechless in his heart but did not say much, merely waving his hand to approve his request.
If he wanted to stay on Olympus, then let him stay.
Anyway, in the Mortal World, it made little difference with or without him; with this fool, on Mount Olympus, these goddesses with exceedingly high standards probably wouldn’t look at him.
How blind would his own daughters have to be to look at this fool?!
This fool’s ultimate happiness, relying on himself, was probably doomed.
In the end, it would likely still have to rely on him, this great God King, to help him resolve his lifelong matter.
After handling these trivial matters one by one, the flames in Zeus’s heart reignited.
He turned and grabbed Metis, wanting to pull her back quickly to deeply explore the 108 wondrous ways new gods appear.
Eurynome, with her delicate face red, very sensibly took her children and returned to their own divine palace first.
She didn’t want to disturb her good sister again.
Moreover, she really did want to get close to her lovely children; after all, although she understood her daughters the most, currently, mother and daughters seemed truly not very familiar.
Before parting with Eurynome, Zeus specially and secretly instructed her.
When Aglaea throws the crown into the starry sky to delineate her sacred domain, have her, this Mother Goddess, lend a hand.
His treasure daughter’s power was far inferior to that of her, this Great Mother Goddess of clear pure water who had deeply fused with Zeus’s divinity.
With Eurynome’s help, the child’s sacred domain’s scope could at least be several times larger.
These words could only be said by a God King like Zeus who “doesn’t follow rules.”
Otherwise, whether the dignified Metis, the gentle Eurynome, or the three daughters of lofty character, none would absolutely use such a “cheating” method.
If it were the Goddess of Destiny, his most mischievous little daughter of destiny Atropos, Zeus could guarantee she would exhaust every method to exploit loopholes!
Even if her holy and flawless Mother Goddess Themis didn’t help, she would definitely find other strong gods to assist.
Zeus even suspected she might go find the Hundred-armed Giant to help throw it!
Overall, at this celebration banquet, almost all prominent gods attended in person; those who could come did.
Even the Lady of Night, who was truly unhappy in her heart, still brought all her children.
She now went wherever it was lively, and moreover, brought all the children together.
To let the children integrate quickly into the universe’s new order, this Mother Goddess had truly worried herself to pieces.
Although at the banquet, her stunningly elegant face was cold as frost and she was not very active.
But in this public setting, she certainly wouldn’t do anything to embarrass her beloved God King and herself.
However, in the private divine thought channel, the storm had long brewed!
Messages urging Zeus to head to the Netherworld quickly numbered more than a thousand.
Hard words, soft words, coquetry, pleas—she had said almost everything.
She had even revealed to Zeus that she had prepared a tremendous surprise for him.
Poor Lady of Night was about to become a resentful wife.
Or rather, already was.
After all, the Night God’s various emotions were always stronger; whether love or hate, always more intense.
Especially her, this incarnation of night, the Great Mother Goddess of Night—her emotions were always more uninhibited and enthusiastic.
She, long suppressed, once thoroughly pierced and released by Zeus’s domineering power of thunder, immediately savored the marrow and became uncontrollably addicted.
Endless suffering of longing, and envy and jealousy toward other goddesses, always left her overly abundant heart without a moment’s tranquility.
She never imagined that before obtaining Zeus, though it felt hard to endure, she could still bear it.
But after truly tasting that supreme joy of divine fusion, she really couldn’t endure even a moment.
Moreover, she really wanted a son so badly!!!
Unable to get the God King’s Eldest Son, the Second Son would also be barely acceptable!
Zeus even suspected that if he truly legitimized this Lady of Night, her jealousy and tactics would be thousands of times fiercer than Hera’s.
Although Night’s driving force wasn’t from pure love, but from greedy possessiveness.
However, the dear Lady of Night’s expectations were destined to end in disappointment.
Wanting a son? Fine, get in line!
His Majesty the God King, whose love was as deep as the ocean, had already pulled his beloved Goddess of Wisdom back to her Temple of Wisdom once more.
Both gods sat facing each other on that cloud bed that had witnessed too many stories and secrets; the cloud bed softly undulated, as if silently welcoming its masters.
The two gods sat opposite, His Majesty the God King tightly holding his beloved goddess’s soft boneless little hand, beginning his performance.
He sighed long and short from his mouth, his peerlessly handsome brows furrowed with irresolvable “sorrow,” his golden eyes brimming with heart-shattering “grievance”—truly the look of someone wronged by the whole world.
The wise Goddess of Wisdom had seen through all this, amused in her heart but not pointing it out.
She just watched wide-eyed as her beloved God King acted cheap yet pitiful, letting him perform freely without a word, though the smile in her eyes shone like stars, ever brighter.
Zeus sighed and groaned for a long time, each heavier than the last, each more mournful, his acting skill enough to impress even the Goddess of Tragedy.
It could only be said that he truly was worthy of being the Father God of Tragedy and the Muses of Drama; if Melpomene saw this moment, she would definitely learn well from her Father God.
But this performance of his had little effect before the perceptive and sharp Goddess of Wisdom.
The emotions he had carefully brewed were almost fermented, yet when he secretly observed, he saw his beloved Metis merely wearing a faint, almost imperceptible smile, quietly watching him, unmoved.
Zeus inwardly sighed: ‘Oh no, the gentle Metis has turned bad too!’
‘This must be from proximity to cinnabar, influenced by my profound wisdom! She doesn’t even know to play along with my performance!’
With the opponent not engaging, he could only force an attack.
His Majesty the God King furrowed his brows, in a tone of lament as if betrayed by the whole world, said lowly: “My dear Metis, my beloved, could it be… could it be you no longer love me?”
“It’s been so long since I could hold you in my embrace; my longing for you has tormented all my divinity endlessly.”
“Even the most delicious ambrosia and honey wine, sliding past my lips, brings me no taste, because all my divinity, all my senses, have long been completely occupied by your figure!”
“When walking, it’s you; when sitting, it’s you; eyes open, it’s you; eyes closed, it’s you. Lowering my head to gaze at the fine wine in the cup, the rippling reflection is also you!”
“How I long to pour out this heartfelt longing to you, to hold you tightly, to relieve this suffering of lovesickness.”
“But, but…” He turned his words, even more tragic, “Alas, you actually pushed me away! My beloved, I feel that your love for me, vast as the sea, has greatly diminished.”
Though she knew her beloved God King was performing vigorously, hearing such sweet talk that crushed stars and honey, Metis couldn’t help but feel joy in her heart.
Her delicate lips finally couldn’t resist curving up slightly, rippling with a world-toppling smile, her eyes softening even more with affection.
Her beloved God King’s deep affectionate words, no matter heard how many times, in how many ways, even regardless of truth or falsehood, she could never hear enough.
What’s more, her beloved God King’s tricks were truly too many, emerging endlessly!
Always finding new ways to bring her entirely fresh experiences.
Facing her beloved God King’s feigned pitiful appearance, especially his words, Metis really couldn’t bear not to respond.
She smiled gently, her gaze flowing as she dotingly gave Zeus a glance.
Then she actually proactively reached out both arms, directly pulling this still-acting God King into her towering embrace, using the softest way to silence his overly dramatic words.
“My love, how could you say such a thing?” Her breath was like a spring tide, warm, soft, and sweetly fragrant. “Come, feel it carefully; my love for you will only grow day by day—how could it diminish even a bit?”
She lowered her voice at his ear: “Oh~ dear, why aren’t you speaking?”
The poor God King couldn’t speak at all; Metis gave him no chance to catch his breath.
Her gentle voice carried obvious cunning amusement: “Since you’re not speaking, that means you know you were wrong. Since you were wrong, you mustn’t say such wrong words again in the future, okay.”
The Goddess of Wisdom, who had learned too many “strategies” from her beloved God King, knew exactly how to deal with him.
She decisively launched a precision counterstrike of surgical level, with remarkable effect; the God King was caught between heaven and earth, utterly powerless to resist.
And this wasn’t over.
The Goddess of Wisdom’s offense hadn’t stopped; taking advantage of the God King trapped in gentle land with no power to retort, she continued: “Mm~ but speaking of which, my love, since you don’t like the ‘surprise’ I prepared for you, then…”
“I can assure you, in the future, there won’t be such surprises anymore.”
At these words, Zeus’s divine body shuddered; anxiously, he tried to sit up straight.
As he was about to urgently explain, Metis gently pushed him back with slight force.
Though her cheeks were flushed crimson, she smiled brightly at her beloved God King, delivering the final blow: “My love, now, let me confirm one last time with you: do you truly know your mistake?”
“In the future, do you still want me to prepare surprises for you?”
The God King, surrounded by intoxicating fragrance from nose and mouth, immediately grew solemn and said resolutely: “My love! It was my recent divine power imbalance causing slight daze in my divinity, leading to this perceptual error!”
“Just now, I have confirmed very clearly: our love is forever loyal and unchanging for eternity!”
“Whether your love for me or mine for you, they are the same! The most beautiful treasure indispensable in our eternal life!”
The God King tightly gripped his beloved goddess’s jade hand, his golden eyes staring straight into hers, filled only with unquestionable sincerity: “Dear, as for surprises, I love them too much! Really, I love them very, very much! Thank you so much!”
“I think there should be more in the future, the more the better! Between husband and wife, such wonderful surprises are indispensable fun in our life!”
Hearing this, the Goddess of Wisdom showed a look of sudden realization, lightly nodding her exquisite head: “In that case…”
“Then… we’ll talk about it later.”
“Ah?!” Hearing this outcome, the God King was stunned on the spot.
His dazed expression made the Goddess of Wisdom unable to hold back her laughter, giggling uncontrollably, unable to maintain composure; her delicate body softened, and she directly collapsed laughing into her beloved God King’s embrace.
Her body was already quite weak.
The anxious God King in his heart smoothly hugged his beloved goddess tightly; his power of thunder had already begun to misbehave.
He breathed his scorching aura onto his beloved goddess’s sensitive ear, asking softly: “My love, this ‘later’—exactly when is it?”
The Goddess of Wisdom, blown hot all over by her beloved God King’s searing breath, nestled in her lover’s embrace, her nose tip lightly humming “mm,” her delicate voice full of irresistible charm and softness: “Well~”
“I don’t know either. But I think this… still depends on a certain god’s performance.”
“Speaking of which, I think that for a family to be together, happy and blissful, that is the most important.”
As the Goddess of Wisdom spoke, her small hand had already caressed her beloved God King’s thunderous chest.
Her posture leaned slightly forward, raising her lovely head; her wise golden eyes overflowed with streamers, affection threading continuously, quietly birthing a hint of irrepressible allure amid her elegant holiness.
“My love, don’t you think so? You say, for me and my younger sister, for our family of gods to be together harmoniously, happy and blissful—isn’t that the most important?”
Zeus swallowed hard with difficulty; his heart beat faster and faster, his divine blood surging like tides.
Then, he nodded extremely seriously, not daring to retort at all, fearing one extra word would mean poor performance.
The Goddess of Wisdom had now completely taken control of the situation.
