Chapter 269: Polos
Zeus looked at dear Hestia, his heart illuminated by endless Warmth of Fire.
No matter when, as long as Hestia is by his side, there will always be only that Warmth and Peace of Mind sufficient to soothe everything.
He held Hephaestus, pressing his cheek against his son’s little face, quietly telling him: “My child, you must always remember that this Warmth comes from the ‘Warmth of Fire’.”
“This Warmth is eternally indispensable. Even we Immortal Gods cannot do without this Warmth.”
“You must remember, Gods do not exist because of Loneliness.”
Newborn Hephaestus still did not understand the true meaning of these words.
But he could feel that flicker of flame in his Heartbeat.
He could feel the Warmth from the Mother Goddess and his Aunt; he could feel this incomparably wonderful Atmosphere.
He liked the Atmosphere at this moment, with the family of Gods sitting together, chatting and embracing, Warmth and Kindness tightly connecting all the Gods.
However, Zeus was not allowed to stay too long in the Temple of Fertility.
With him here, the many Goddesses always chatted less freely.
In fact, Zeus himself felt a bit uncomfortable, after all, he never knew when he would be subtly Yin Yanged with a remark.
He put down the child, shook his head, and sauntered out of the Temple of Fertility, his Mood as good as wind rolling on the clouds.
With Hestia, the warmest Flame in the Universe, as the adhesive for the entire Family, this Family’s Atmosphere was truly Warm and fitting!
At this rate, the dream of big bedding together wasn’t without Hope!
After all, with this warm Sacred Fire always warming the Bedding, it was absolutely impossible to quarrel over cold Bedding.
The current Family Atmosphere was simply perfect!
Sure enough, this home couldn’t be without Hestia!
The hopeless shameless God King was smug to the point of almost forgetting himself.
He kept sighing that Hephaestus, this child, had incomparable Luck.
His birth mother was Queen Hera of Reproduction; his Godmother was Metis, Master of Wisdom.
Aunt Hestia had already bestowed the sacred “Fire of Creation” upon him before his birth; another Aunt Demeter had also personally promised to treat him as her Own Child.
There were also Eurynome, Asteria, Ida, Leto, Asteria—these great Goddesses, who basically all possessed Authority of Protection or Care for infants, taking care of him together.
This was simply the goldenest of golden Beginnings.
What was this called? This was called all Gods protecting the fledgling!
But this was also normal.
The God King’s Eldest Son, even if he could never inherit the Throne, was naturally entitled to this myriad Doting.
A God King who couldn’t even give Favoritism and Protection to his own loved ones and Own Children by his side, his so-called “Shelter for all beings” would be nothing but an empty and hypocritical slogan.
The Foundation of true universal love always originates from the most sincere selfish love.
If he doesn’t give his love to his loved ones and Children, then who should he give it to?
Love the small family first, then the big family.
A God who doesn’t know how to love his own small family absolutely cannot truly cherish and protect the broader “big family”.
Love is inherently “Selfish”; great love is the most “Greedy” love.
Hmm…
All Children forever unable to inherit the God King position is also a Good Deed; at least, it won’t lead to fighting over the Throne, right?
It also promotes Unity and friendship among the Children; even if they bicker, it won’t be life-and-death.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Moreover, with the Eldest Son being a warm and Generous God, with him as the good big brother leading by example, the Family Atmosphere will always be better.
After all, big brother has a good personality, but a Hammer to the head really hurts…
At the same time, in the Underworld, a certain Goddess of Night whose name she didn’t wish to reveal—but everyone in the Entire Universe knew who— was already jealous to the point of Madness.
The commotion when the God King’s Eldest Son was born before could hardly be described as “earth-shattering”; it was too understated.
That was a magnificent miracle where the entire Universe, even all “Real Existence” and “Endless Void”, were thoroughly stirred by the God King’s wild and unmatched Power.
Laws trembled, runes echoed, the Sea of Stars surged like Tide, even Tartarus welcomed the God King’s Eldest Son’s arrival with a wail.
The God King’s love for his Eldest Son was beyond doubt.
And how much of this love was because this Eldest Son was gestated together with Hera?
The Goddess of Night didn’t dare think deeply about this matter at all.
Just this was already enough to make her jealous to Madness.
Even just the Thought flashing through her mind would make Jealousy surge like formless Night Tide from the depths of the Underworld, crashing against the shores of the dark Night.
The beast of Jealousy born in her heart at some unknown time, merely because of this Thought, broke free from its Shackles and madly roared, gnawing at her heart.
The black Tide that was nowhere to be traced yet truly existing, fueled by the Ruler of Night’s jealous fire and loving thoughts, had already madly roiled and surged throughout the entire Underworld.
That was not the existence of any Matter, but the pure “Night” itself stirring.
The Underworld, originally with some silvery gray light from the Moon of the Underworld, was now completely shrouded in thick Night, without a trace of Light.
Pure, absolute Night, like a curtain, like a sea, like the pulse of the Abyss, completely obscuring everything.
Even ghosts adept at traversing Darkness could no longer see their own outlines.
The furious Night brought to all existences in the Underworld the ultimate Fear, as if they had fallen into Eternal Void.
Hades helplessly and powerlessly slumped on his Divine Seat, casually pulling over a flowing Darkness like tugging a blanket, directly covering his own head.
Sleep, sleep!
This bothersome matter, he really didn’t want to deal with it.
But something to make the Goddess of Night even more Angry immediately followed.
In her eager waiting, the son of the Goddess of Wisdom—Metis—was also born.
When “Wisdom” drew the blueprint to “Success” for “Power”; when “Reason” found the most perfect “Method” for “Authority”.
That great Deity, the Crystal of love from the Supreme God King and supreme Wisdom, was born in gentle and solemn Light under the breathless gaze of the Goddesses.
Countless golden logic Threads emerged in the Universe, like an invisible, self-Weaving great formula.
Countless “problem” keyholes and “Answer” keys appeared in the Void, collided, then perfectly matched, emitting a crisp, pleasing “click” like Universe Strings being plucked.
The Incarnation of “Filling”, “Method”, “Opportunity”, “Adaptability”, “Success”, “Abundance”—Polos, following Hephaestus, was also truly born.
This was a God who loved to smile; unlike his Eldest Brother’s maturity and steadiness, he was more optimistic and resilient, confident and clever.
He had slightly curly short hair, half gold and half purple; his Eyes were naturally double-pupiled, also half gold and half purple.
His appearance was not as resolute and heroic as his Brother’s, but more delicate, which was more like his Mother Goddess.
At his birth, Zeus personally created a supreme Divine Artifact for him in the Heavenly Dao Order, as his birth gift.
This Divine Artifact was named—Automatia/Ατοματα, meaning “self-formed artifact”.
This artifact took “Method” as bone, “Opportunity” as veins, nurtured by “Effort”, stitched by “Success”, and born from “Perfection”.
It was the final Condense of “Destiny” and “Effort” in harmony, the concrete manifestation of “Method” and “Opportunity” in perfect Union.
This artifact was “self-formation” itself.
This artifact could make all things form their own upward systems; it could make Effort and accumulation follow the terrain like water, finding their own direction.
It symbolized the supreme philosophy of “all things self-operate, Opportunities self-form”.
When “preparation” meets “Opportunity”, “Success” will naturally occur.
Under his Mother Goddess Metis’s special Limitation, Polos was born in child form, about the same age as Hephaestus.
This was both Metis’s gentle Restraint and the deepest Motherly Love gift from the Goddess of Wisdom.
This was the foundational constraint on “Filling” and “Growth”: everything starts from “teachable and malleable”.
And Metis solemnly requested Hera to be Polos’s sole Godmother.
Hera agreed without hesitation.
This was not merely a return gift, but the thickest Trust and shared guardianship between Goddesses.
Thus, from birth, under the unanimous opinion of Hera and Metis, Polos grew and learned together with Hephaestus under the guidance of the various Goddesses.
Their Growth would not be as slow as that of Mortal Spirits.
Their one month of Growth equaled one year for Mortal Spirits.
Until these two most important joyous events in Olympus temporarily came to a segment.
Taking advantage of his beloved Goddesses temporarily being fully interested, devoting all their Mind to the fresher matter of caring for Children.
The sly-footed God King saw the favorable situation and immediately prepared to seize this opportunity to slip out of Olympus and go “frolic”~~~!
He really couldn’t hold out any longer.
Lady of Night was almost going mad.
Lady of Night’s recent messages had escalated from rapid complaints, longing, Coquetry, and requests to super-normal Threats.
Just a short while ago, in her last “gentle reminder” in the Divine Thought channel, if he didn’t go, she would Devour the entire Underworld!
Although, this was unlikely.
But, it wasn’t necessarily truly impossible.
Who could guarantee what a supreme Eternal Goddess on the verge of Madness from Jealousy and love would do?
As before, the moment Zeus stepped into the Underworld, the Goddess of Night clearly sensed it.
