Chapter 253: Demeter, Fuming With Rage
Exactly forty-nine days later, after the God King deeply planted the seeds of “Method” and “Success” on the path of Wisdom, the boundless auspicious phenomena began to slowly disperse.
The Goddess of Wisdom was fully satisfied, lazily nestling in the embrace of her beloved God King, his thunderous chest as solid as the pillar of the Universe.
The supreme and perfect Wisdom, at this moment, received the utmost fulfillment and the deepest comfort.
Because she could clearly feel that within her abdomen, the treasure she had dreamed of was safely gestating.
Although, the children with her beloved God King had already gone beyond single digits.
But this one was directly a son!
Moreover, the exceedingly noble Second Son of the God King—this deal was not a loss.
Even in Metis’s view, this might be a favoritism more profound and wiser than “First.”
The God King’s Eldest Son Hephaestus wields “How to Create”; while His Second Son Polos wields “How to Succeed.”
The former is the beginning of “Technique,” the latter the guidance of “Dao.”
Moreover, in the deepest fusion of divinity, the Goddess of Wisdom could most truly feel her beloved God King’s most sincere and deepest Love for her.
Out of Love, her beloved God King unsparingly injected vast Authority and excellent traits into her body.
This child in her abdomen, born to wield, is the greatest Authority all living beings tirelessly pursue!
Fulfillment, Method, Opportunity, Adaptability, Success, Abundance!
Fully six core Authorities, complementary, Connected by Blood, forming a complete closed-loop system!
The lovely child will continue to gestate in her abdomen for twelve months, constantly accumulating more Divine Power.
Once born, even compared to the baby in Hera’s abdomen, it would likely be on par.
The God King’s Love for her was self-evident.
The Wisdom Goddess, greedy but not overly so, felt utmost Satisfaction with everything she now possessed.
Temporarily.
Just as the God King had sunk into the gentle divinity of the Daughter of the Ocean not long ago, in another long-silent Divine Palace on Olympus, a great Goddess in Deep Sleep finally opened her emerald eyes brimming with endless Vitality.
Within this Divine Palace, a silent great Miracle finally concluded.
The Authorities of “Agriculture,” “Growth,” “Prosperity,” “Harvest,” “Abundance,” and part of “Cycle of Recurrence” had been thoroughly fused.
The true, indisputable—Mother of Earth! Demeter! Had awakened!
The Mother of Earth, with her Power and Divinity now perfected, was filled with unparalleled Joy.
She could hardly wait to share this perfect Glory with her most beloved God King.
Hmm. And the eager expectation to fully and truly unite with her beloved God King.
However, as she excitedly turned into a streak of emerald Streamer and rushed Outside the Hall, about to directly seek her beloved God King, her figure abruptly halted.
She looked up toward the skies of Olympus, her delicate smiling face, beautiful enough to outshine a hundred flowers, suddenly froze on her face.
Across the entire sky over Olympus, the dazzling golden auspicious clouds symbolizing the God King and the auroral Rosy Clouds symbolizing Wisdom were rolling and fusing together.
She could clearly feel that within those golden clouds and Rosy Clouds, a child was being gestated.
Moreover, a Male God!
This feeling was like the sharpest ice spike, deeply piercing into her heart.
Waking up to this scene, Demeter’s Face was truly extremely unsightly.
An ominous Premonition instantly rose in her heart; she felt her Plan had completely shattered.
In an instant, from the most joyful Paradise, she fell into the coldest Netherworld, even her divinity somewhat Dizziness.
She forced herself to calm down, her Expression unsightly as she immediately opened the Divine Network information, urgently checking the public channel for major events in the Universe she had missed recently.
“Eurynome enfeoffed as the God King’s fifth Wife, The Three Graces Birth”
‘This is a small issue, no panic.’ Seeing this, Demeter could still steady herself.
However, the next Oracle announcement was like a heavy hammer, smashing ruthlessly onto her heart.
Making her entire body and mind struck by lightning, directly plunging her into an ice cavern.
“Supreme Great Father God Zeus unites with Supreme Great Mother Goddess Hera, God King Eldest Son, God of ‘Creating All’ Hephaestus, already gestating in the Goddess of Reproduction and Fertility’s abdomen!”
Demeter felt the world spinning, immediately both angry and anxious, her eyes instantly reddening.
Her Teeth clenched tight, she stomped her foot fiercely.
“Boom——！！！”
The entire Mount Olympus shuddered violently, flowers, grasses, and trees instantly rolling restlessly like mournful Waves.
Demeter turned to return to her Divine Palace, to hide herself deeply away.
But just as she turned, her steps halted immediately.
She stared blankly at the nearby Temple of Fertility, then glared fiercely at the Wisdom Temple still shrouded in golden clouds and Rosy Clouds; on her softest Face, a play of light and shadow.
Her Gaze tightened, silver Teeth gritted secretly, finally resolving with Determination, she turned into a Streamer, heading straight toward the nearby Temple of Fire.
Accompanied by rich Harvest wheat fragrance, the softest Demeter, with a howling Gale of sorrow, recklessly rushed into that eternally warm Divine Palace.
The turbulent Divine Power caused the eternal Sacred Fire inside the Hall to sway violently.
Countless sparks crackled, flame tongues flickered, like scattered fireworks bursting in the air, or like… splashing Tearlight.
This startled Hestia, who was silently observing the newborn humans of the Mortal World in the Sacred Fire.
She lifted her Eyes, and before she could speak, her most gentle Younger Sister had already plunged headlong into the warmest and most generous Embrace of the Warmth of Fire.
“Wah wah wah—Hestia, my dearest Sister, you, you must stand up for me, Zeus… Zeus, He”
In the end, Demeter couldn’t say anything, both Grievance and Bewilderment.
She could only bury her cheeks deep in Hestia’s warm Embrace, a suppressed Crying, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Hestia gently held her dear Younger Sister, her jade-like palm softly stroking Demeter’s verdant long hair like a wild plain, caressing it gently again and again.
In her Eyes, there was endless Doting and heartache, along with a hint of Understanding helplessness.
She knew this day would surely come.
Other gods might not understand her seemingly gentle Younger Sister, but as the eldest Sister, how could she not?
Her own Younger Sister was the most tender and delicate, yet also the most strong-willed and resolute.
Though compliant and beautiful, she was never lacking in the willfulness and spoiled arrogance befitting a Goddess.
Her Kindness and Mercy, like fertile plains, were utterly genuine.
But her Persistence toward what she truly valued was like bedrock beneath the plains, indestructible.
Moreover, though generous in general, never Stingy with any wealth or Treasure.
But toward what she truly valued, her Mind was truly not broad.
And what her Younger Sister had always loved and cherished most was always only Zeus.
This matter, every god on Olympus knew, let alone she as the Sister.
Their three Sisters had always been united, advancing and retreating together.
Even in Love, they loved the same God King.
Toward other numerous Goddesses, good Younger Sister Demeter had always paid them no mind.
Even if those Goddesses had seized the Opportunity first, becoming the God King’s Wives, she still paid them no mind.
After all, in this world, which Goddess could be closer to Zeus than they?
Hestia’s thoughts matched Demeter’s exactly.
Even for Hera, her Struggle was only between Loyalty and Love, adherence to Principle.
Truly speaking, she didn’t think other Goddesses could compare to their three Sisters.
In Demeter’s heart, no matter the process, ultimately, standing beside Zeus, forming the most intimate family of gods with Him, could only be their three Sisters.
Thus, the Goddess she truly felt Anxiety over and always saw as the greatest rival in contending for Zeus’s Doting was, from start to finish, only one— their little Sister, Hera!
A family of gods is naturally the closest, but since it’s a family of gods, there are naturally distinctions of closeness!
Zeus had always made no secret of his Favoritism toward Hera.
It was a… Favoritism and Doting that, just seeing it, would make any Goddess envious.
Only before, it had always been Hera “refusing” Zeus.
Plus Demeter herself had not yet become the God King’s Wife, with too many external enemies, she could still temporarily suppress this Anxiety, turning a blind eye.
But after she successfully became Zeus’s Wife, she was already gearing up, ready for a grand battle, to cut down all other Goddesses, and thoroughly seize her beloved Zeus into her Embrace!
As for Hera
Anyway, she had already seized the first move of Wife!
A Younger Sister should obediently remain the Younger Sister!
As for elder Sister Hestia, this warmest Flame, how could she possibly compete with her Younger Sister?
Everything was proceeding smoothly according to her most perfect Plan.
She became her beloved Zeus’s Wife, and fully perfected her Authority, ascending to Mother of Earth wielding all Growth and Abundance!
Only unfortunately, she still couldn’t unite with her beloved Zeus for now, only first fusing Authority to achieve perfection.
But she had already made up her mind: once Authority Fusion ended, she would immediately go possess her beloved Zeus!
Zeus had no sons yet, so she must be the first to bear Zeus the most powerful, most lovely son!
Whatever Titan Goddess, Night Goddess, all stand aside!
As long as she could first capture her beloved Zeus’s heart, and bear Him an irreplaceable Eldest Son.
By then, even little Sister Hera couldn’t possibly possess more of Zeus’s Love than her, right?
The results of all these plans were quite good in thought.
She had only been in Deep Sleep for a short time, not long at all, yet upon waking and going out, the sky… was about to collapse!
Zeus having one or two more Wives wasn’t much.
That Eurynome had too gentle and compliant a nature, no cause for concern.
But how had Hera accepted Zeus too?!
Not just accepted, they had already borne fruit!
True fruit!
Flowered, fruited, that most precious fruit securely in her abdomen!
The long-coveted, schemed-for over countless Years position of God King Eldest Son had fallen into little Sister’s Embrace!
Clearly I came first… I came first…
And looking up again, Demeter clearly felt that Zeus’s Second Son would also fall into that Daughter of the Ocean Metis’s Embrace!
Daughter of the Ocean is truly shameless! You Sisters actually team up!
Um… that doesn’t count.
Demeter was truly about to cry from anger.
Hmm… not about to, she was already crying from anger.
The most worrisome thing had still happened.
Little Sister Hera accepted Zeus, and had concretely conceived Zeus’s Eldest Son.
This… after this, she probably could never surpass her.
Who could have thought, just a short time sleeping to fuse Authority, wake up and the whole world had turned upside down!
Thinking of this, how could Demeter not be both anxious and angry, her heart breaking with Grievance.
She thought and thought, finally deciding she could only come to her eldest Sister Hestia, who Doted on her most.
Hestia was also the one Zeus respected and honored most; she must have her uphold Justice for her!
All this, Hestia saw clearly in her eyes, and had long foreseen.
When Zeus and Hera united earlier, what she felt Gratitude for in her heart was that Demeter was in Deep Sleep.
With her Younger Sister’s temperament, she was bound to make a fuss.
Not to the point of any irreparable disaster; their Sisters’ bond wouldn’t break over this.
But when good Younger Sister’s little temper flared, it truly gave the gods headaches.
Sure enough, no sooner had good Younger Sister woken than she came to make a fuss.
Hestia felt the towering Abundance before her already thoroughly soaked by good Younger Sister’s Tears.
As the Incarnation of Flames, she really didn’t like this damp, sticky feeling.
But she even more pitied her aggrieved, pitiable Younger Sister, hurriedly gently lifting her face, wiping away the ceaselessly flowing Tears.
While wiping, she cooed in the softest voice: “Demeter, my loveliest Treasure, what’s wrong? What made this so beautiful Face lose its Color?”
“Don’t cry anymore. Whatever it is, tell Sister slowly. I will definitely uphold Justice for you! Did that bad guy Zeus do something to hurt you again?”
Demeter had only been softly sobbing, but hearing Hestia’s protective question, her Lips trembled, speechless.
What could she say?
Could she say she was jealous of little Sister Hera for getting Zeus’s Love first?
Or complain that beloved Zeus didn’t wait for her, didn’t bear the Eldest Son with her?
No matter how she said it, it was wrong.
Jealous of her own little Sister—speaking it out wasn’t right, not speaking was even more stifling.
Having Hestia step forward for her wasn’t reasonable either.
After all, the core of this “Justice” she wanted upheld was jealousy toward her Younger Sister, resentment toward her beloved God King—how could she voice that?
And for such a matter, even her dearest eldest Sister Hestia couldn’t possibly stand up for her!
