Chapter 73: I’m Gonna Cpu You Hard!
Zeus’s continuous gale-like output gave Metis no opportunity for any words.
The cold and sharp words made the Goddess of Wisdom feel alarm for the first time.
Yet beneath this wave of alarm, an indescribable sweetness, warm flow, and peace of mind quietly grew and spread in her heart.
She panicly opened her cherry lips, wanting to explain, but Zeus’s surging rage did not stop, giving her no opportunity at all, continuing the offensive.
Zeus suddenly flung away her white and delicate wrist, with such strength that she staggered and nearly fell.
On Zeus’s handsome face at this moment was written suppressed and obvious anger and disappointment, as well as sadness deep into the bones. He said coldly: “Since you are already satisfied, your objective has been achieved, you can leave, go back to your ocean!”
His voice was like the coldest gale, carrying an unquestionable determination: “Since there is no trust for me in your heart, why stay by my side?”
“You don’t even understand me as well as those hostile gods!”
Zeus shook his head gently in self-mockery, his voice filled with endless bitterness: “It seems I was too presumptuous.”
“I tell you! I, Zeus! Will never treat you as a tool of my victory.”
Zeus said firmly: “Go, no matter what, I will achieve final victory, and I will completely deal with Coeus and them.”
Zeus let out a long sigh, the sigh filled with endless disappointment and fatigue.
He finally said: “Daughter of Oceanus, go back to your ocean. With the Ocean God and the Nurturing Goddess’s shelter, you will be fine.”
“I will surely achieve the final victory, and the threat you worry about will completely disappear.”
After speaking, Zeus turned to leave, but his action was really not fast.
As if waiting for something.
Sure enough, Metis’s slender figure shot forward like an arrow off the string, with the urgency of the wind, turning into a purple streamer and rushing directly in front of Zeus, blocking his path.
Her pale and beautiful face was now filled with panic and helplessness.
She urgently wanted to explain, wanted to salvage, but now, her thoughts were like tides stirred by a gale, all jumbled up, not knowing how to organize her language or where to start!
However, Zeus’s “offensive” had not stopped; he was still continuing to output his “anger”.
He looked at her like a stranger, his brows tightly furrowed, with a cold gaze almost like scrutinizing a strange god, and asked in a deep voice: “Daughter of Oceanus, why haven’t you left? Do you still think humiliating me is not thorough enough?!”
“Who do you think you hurt?”
“Just because I deeply love you, do you have to hurt me so recklessly?”
Zeus sighed long toward the sky, the sigh even carrying a tremolo: “Metis, why must you be so cruel?”
The Goddess of Wisdom had now lost all her wisdom; all her calmness and wisdom disintegrated under Zeus’s uninterrupted offensive.
She just shook her head messily and forcefully, her ankle-length purple beautiful hair like a flowing starry river, fluttering and dancing messily due to the violent action.
Words could no longer express her current mood; the extremely anxious her directly used the most primitive and sincere action to express her surging intention.
She unhesitatingly pounced directly into Zeus’s majestic and broad chest.
She tightly wrapped her arms around Zeus’s waist, burying her cheek deeply in his chest, her tone carrying apprehension and panic, saying hurriedly and tremblingly: “Zeus! Please believe me! I have no idea of harming you at all! No idea of humiliating you at all! Not even a tiny bit!”
Her voice was filled with pleading and self-blame.
“Sorry, it’s my fault! My heart was too chaotic, making me unable to stop random thoughts. I shouldn’t have distrusted you. Please forgive me!”
She lifted her head, her bright eyes flashing with tearlight, pleading immensely truly: “Zeus, I swear on Father God Oceanus’s honor, I absolutely have no idea of harming you. Zeus, please, I beg you to forgive me!”
At this moment, Metis perfectly interpreted that truth: the sole enemy of wisdom is love, which is enough to dust all reason.
Even the goddess with the universe’s strongest wisdom, once trapped in the net of love, once troubled by that blazing and complex emotion, her wisdom would not be smarter than any fool by even a bit.
All her cleverness and intelligence turned at this moment into anxiety and apprehension, worrying about losing her beloved, only able to plead helplessly.
Zeus felt Metis’s trembling delicate body; his strong and powerful arm in return tightly hugged this anxious and nervous bright-eyed goddess.
However, the brows on his face were still tightly furrowed, as if the “doubt” and “sadness” in his heart had not completely dispersed.
His low and magnetic voice, carrying a hint of “hesitation” and “uncertainty,” asked in a deep voice: “Is this true? Metis, is this your most real, deep-in-the-heart idea?”
Hearing Zeus’s question, Metis nodded repeatedly.
Her small head now used all her strength, striving to express all her sincerity through this action.
Zeus immediately pushing one’s luck, pressing step by step, his voice carrying clearly detectable expectation, and pursued: “Then, dear Metis, can you feel my love?”
Metis unhesitatingly nodded heavily again; her bright eyes were filled with determination and affirmation, her love now immensely clear.
Zeus’s tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed a lot at that moment; on his handsome face, a gentle smile reappeared.
He tightly held the wisdom goddess fallen into love; his low and magnetic voice now became immensely gentle, like the warmest spring wind, brushing over Metis’s heartstrings.
He lowered his head, whispering in Metis’s ear with the most gentle and sincere voice: “My dear bright-eyed goddess, my eternal beloved in my heart”
“If you can truly feel this deep love I have for you, then, are you willing to accept this love of mine?”
His voice was filled with endless temptation and a gentle trap.
Waiting for Metis to give the final, willing answer.
Metis just wanted to nod following her heart, but her innate wisdom instinct issued a faint alarm at this moment, stirring a ripple of hesitation in her heart.
Wisdom’s instinct told her that this might not be a perfectly sweet good deed.
