Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 431 The True Art of Winning

Artemis is going crazy!
She would never have imagined that one day she would become the female lead in a time-stopping series.

No, I already surrendered, why are you still torturing me like this? Waaaaah!

The key point is that while the two of them were performing a battle of time-stopping magic on stage, a group of goddesses in the audience were actually acting as a forceful spectator, constantly pointing and commenting.

That extreme sense of shame made every inch of her body feel like it was being scorched by fire.

If it weren't for Atalanta's constant comforting, Artemis felt she would have collapsed!
Who is she?
She was the incomparably noble daughter of Zeus, one of the true kings of the Olympian gods. She was so favored by Zeus that she didn't even need to consider Hera's feelings.

Not only does she have a host of nymph goddesses serving her, making her appearances grand and imposing, but she also possesses a vast subordinate world from which she can freely extract divine power, taking whatever she desires.

Now there's nothing left.

Once a conqueror high above, she has now been reduced to the female lead in a time-stop series, desperately giving a performance that reflects her true self.

The extreme contrast left her completely lost.

Meanwhile, Towns, basking in the wheat-colored waves, couldn't help but maliciously speculate about the 'grand occasion' on the other side of Olympus.

……

Mount Olympus in Greece.

"What? Her Majesty Artemis hasn't returned?!" This news spread like wildfire throughout the entire pantheon.

The rare occurrence of the mutated star sector clearing a path allowed the Olympian gods to 'truly' display their absolute power. After holding back for so long, the gods had been eagerly anticipating the expedition of their god-kings.

Hera was overjoyed, convinced that after today, she would no longer play that fake winning strategy and could truly celebrate a great victory.

The results of it?
Ares, who was the first to roll back, completely humiliated her.

Since Ares did not directly clash with Athena in this life, Hera was unaware that Ares' actual combat strength could not compare to the title of "God of War," which should have represented the strongest being below the God-Emperor. Naturally, she placed high hopes on her eldest son.

Upon hearing that Ares had been defeated and returned, and that he had lost to some worthless god of wealth named something like Gi, Hera felt utterly humiliated.

If she could, she really wouldn't want to acknowledge this weakling son.

There was nothing that could be done; in the several battles that ended one after another, Olympus basically won, the only difference being by how much.

The power of Hades and Poseidon, these two veteran gods of the third generation, goes without saying; they forced the opponent to use the Sword of the World to save their lives. Athena and Apollo also dominated the opposing god-king.

After the five great god-kings who went to battle returned one after another, even if no substantial results were achieved, the score should still be 4 to 1.

Ares was the one who disgraced the Olympian gods the most.

What now?
You're actually telling me that Artemis is gone?

Hera glanced at Zeus, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water, yet who remained silent on the throne of the gods. She secretly rejoiced at Artemis's disappearance. She had long disliked the children born to those wild goddesses, but she could not show it.

On the surface, Hera couldn't help but sternly question Hermes: "What happened? Tell me in detail! And I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense. Artemis, after all, is the dignified Olympian goddess!"

Hermes said with a bitter face, "Artemis encountered an extremely powerful enemy god! An overwhelming force of world power destroyed most of the spatial passage that served as the dueling arena, almost turning it into a chaotic graveyard. Neither He nor His nymph goddesses could be found—neither trace of Him nor any of their belongings!"

This time, Zeus finally couldn't hold back anymore.

His thunderous voice echoed across the summit of the sacred mountain: "What does this mean?!" Realizing his lapse in composure, Zeus quickly lowered his voice: "Are you saying that my beloved daughter has been kidnapped by the enemy?"

Zeus truly did not believe it.

This is ridiculous.

No one knew his daughter's strength better than him. Artemis possessed the power to single-handedly kill those minor world god-kings. Such a powerful goddess, humming a song, carrying a bow and a group of followers, went out 'hunting,' and you're telling me she was kidnapped by the enemy in a sack?
How could Zeus possibly accept this?!
His muscles, exposed to the air, tensed and bulged, without him even realizing it. At this moment, his expression was probably not much different from that of the most ferocious ancient beast in legend.

No one knew better than Zeus what it meant that a goddess-king had been captured.

Zeus, however, was the kind of guy with an extremely strong possessive nature. It was no problem for him to have affairs with the queens of mortal kings, and it didn't matter if he had affairs with his daughters' daughters, who were still his daughters.

An outer god dared to trespass on his divine garden, and even stole the virgin goddess whom he had specifically ordered no one to touch. This was intolerable.

In an instant, the entire summit of Mount Olympus was filled with twisting, undulating, and roaring lightning serpents!
The gods of slightly lower status were already so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to raise their heads, for fear that Zeus would take his anger out on them and strike them with a thunderbolt, damaging their souls.

Even Athena and other core deities, who were also gods like Artemis, stood there expressionless and wooden.

Artemis's younger brother Apollo, looking grief-stricken, clenched his fists, which trembled slightly.

Honestly, among all the gods present, perhaps only Hera, the Queen of Gods, was secretly delighted.

Ever since Zeus established his dominance in the Greek world, Hera was constantly busy catching adulterers, doing all sorts of shady things like killing off mistresses and plotting to kill Zeus's children with his lovers. She was secretly hoping for Artemis's downfall.

If the Aesir gods on the other side hadn't looked so fierce, they might have threatened the Olympian gods' rule over the universe. Hera would have had to hold a grand banquet for ten days because of this!

It can only be said that, in terms of fundamental interests, she and Zeus were highly aligned.

Her divine authority came from Zeus; without Zeus, she was nothing.

The gods waited silently for Zeus to finish his tirade.

The God-King has fallen; this is a huge burden, too heavy for any God-King to bear.

Zeus gritted his teeth, his sharp eyes scanning the entire hall. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the seat at the very back of the hall where all the gods were seated.

His voice was filled with cruelty and indifference: "Who is in charge of receiving Artemis?"

……

Compared to the pot-sharing ceremony on Mount Olympus, the Palace of Pleasure in Asgard was much more lively.

Yes, that's right. Many of the god-kings who fought today actually lost.

There is no such thing as hypocrisy or deceit among the Aesir gods.

A win is a win, and a loss is a loss.

There's nothing to argue about.

A disheveled Baldr, Anubis, Bridget, Catherine, and Enkidu all readily admitted their defeat to their long-standing rivals. In terms of the actual fight, the score should have been five to one.

The irrefutable proof that Downs had captured the goddess Artemis swept away the gloom that would have hung over the Aesir gods.

The true art of winning?
If we really win, wouldn't that solve everything?
(End of this chapter)