Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 137 Attitude is the Most Important Thing (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month~)

He teased, "Your two horns aren't exactly handsome either, are they?"

“When the Mother Goddess Gaia created you, she must not have put her heart into it; your form and spirit are not perfect.”

"Your calves are still hooves of sheep, and you still have horns on your head. You really should ask Mother Goddess to fix you again."

Amartea raised her head and rammed her remaining horn hard into Zeus's palm, making Zeus's palm itch a little.

She retorted angrily, "She's clearly beautiful! You just have bad taste!"

"No, no, you have to restore my horn! You promised me."

Zeus was overjoyed to see the spoiled and noisy Amalthea and laughed nonstop.

Being with this silly fairy is always so relaxing and comfortable, allowing me to temporarily put aside the burden of being a god-king.

Damn it! I never imagined that not only the gods were forced to work like beasts of burden, but I, the king of gods, was too!

Zeus's reaction angered Amalthea, who then shrank back. Adrasthea and Ide, watching the playful antics, covered their mouths and chuckled. Their tenderness warmed their hearts.

Only now does Zeus resemble the god they remember.

Sunny and cheerful, playful and lively, gentle and kind, and close to her lover.

Zeus held Amalea in his palm, still smiling indulgently, but his tone was clearly more serious: "Maya, I am serious. Your essence has no further potential. I want to reshape your origin."

"Yes, please believe me, you will definitely become even more beautiful."

Amatea raised her little head, her innocent eyes looking at Zeus. She paused, then lowered her head and pondered for a moment, her expression full of hesitation and reluctance.

She asked very cautiously, "Zeus, what kind of replacement do you want for me?"

"Can...can it still have horns?"

Zeus looked at her charming yet pleading expression and understood her little scheme.

As a child, she fed Zeus with milk produced from her ram's horn, and she did not want this symbol to disappear.

Zeus said gently, "Don't worry, your appearance will not change, and your beautiful horns will be preserved. Only your essence will be altered. Well, only the ram's horns will be retained."

The silly fairy pouted charmingly, her reluctant look was exceptionally cute, and she finally agreed: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Zeus chuckled and teased, "How audacious! Do you intend to defy me?"

Amartea wasn't afraid at all. She glared at Zeus and then rammed her horn into Zeus's palm again.

Just then, Zeus raised his head and looked outward, his sharp gaze piercing through all obstacles and locking onto the foot of Mount Olympus.

There, a group of gods were slowly approaching, led by Oceanus, the ocean god, who was accompanied by his entire family.

Looking at the young gods behind Him, Zeus roughly guessed the purpose of Oceanus's visit. He smiled slightly and instructed the four wind gods outside the temple: "Argus, our distinguished guest has arrived. Go and greet him."

The four wind gods obeyed the order, transforming into four raging winds that roared down from the summit of Mount Olympus and rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

Zeus gently stroked Amatea's golden wool and chuckled softly, "Look, Maya, you're very lucky."

"Huh???" The adorable fairy was completely baffled by Zeus's words, her little head filled with question marks.

Zeus didn't say much, but simply placed the palm-sized goat goddess in his arms. Adrastheia and Id stood obediently behind him, a tacit understanding that had lasted for countless years.

When Oceanus arrived at the foot of Mount Olympus, the myriad gods who were waiting for the pantheon came forward to greet him and pay their sincerest respects to this ancient and majestic ocean god.

In this universe, even the most ignorant god knows that Metis, the daughter of the ocean and the goddess of unparalleled wisdom, is the beloved goddess of His Majesty the King of Gods.

Therefore, the status of Oceanus naturally rose and became even more revered.

Although Oceanus is the leader of all the Titans, he did not receive such treatment before.

After all, everyone knows that Oceanus and the ancient gods were at odds.

Even though the gods respected the Ocean God, they dared not get too close to him.

Oceanus was not an arrogant and rude god; even when faced with the respect of many lesser gods, he would simply nod and smile in return.

When He arrived at Olympus, He showed no disrespect whatsoever, maintaining impeccable decorum.

He remained at the foot of the mountain awaiting Zeus's audience, instead of going up directly, he sent one of his sons up the mountain to request an audience, as a sign of humility and respect.

Even though He knew that Zeus would surely know of His arrival, the proper rites He performed were flawless. After the four wind gods descended the mountain together, their gale carrying reverence and respect, they graciously invited Oceanus to ascend the mountain and enter the temple. The king of the gods' courtesy towards the ocean god was witnessed by all the gods present.

After Oceanus entered the palace, Zeus personally greeted him at the entrance, his gentle smile as warm and cheerful as ever, as if he knew nothing of Oceanus's purpose and was only welcoming a close ally, not a Titan who needed to please him.

He stepped forward and embraced Oceanus tightly, laughing loudly, "Honorable Father of All Streams, Olympus welcomes you."

After Zeus released him, Oceanus bowed deeply in respect, with unprecedented piety and humility.

He smiled and said, “Great Zeus, Your Majesty the King of the Gods, thank you for your welcome. Your kindness and hospitality make me feel very honored.”

His children, the Clymenes, knelt on one knee and bowed deeply: "Clymenes (Pleone, etc.) pay homage to His Majesty the Great, Merciful, Generous, and Compassionate King of Gods!"

Zeus glanced at the gods, his gaze sweeping over them. He waved his hand, his voice calm yet full of majesty, and said with a faint smile, "No need for formalities, rise."

Having said that, He looked at Oceanus and invited Oceanus to sit down.

After the two gods took their seats, Zeus, sitting high on his throne as king of the gods, asked in a friendly manner, "Honorable Oceanid, what brings you to Olympus today?"

Zeus naturally knew Oceanus's purpose, but He wanted to ascertain Oceanus's attitude.

We need to see how this influential figure, with whom we've grown increasingly close, pleads for leniency, and whether he remains humble and loyal.

The Atlas brothers were minor figures and not important, but the attitude of the God who pleaded for them was crucial.

The God-King doesn't care about bestowing a little favor upon his close allies, but the allies must be worthy.

Humility and loyalty are both indispensable.

I can give, you can ask, but you cannot take.

Upon hearing this, Oceanus sighed softly on his handsome face and stood up again.

His pleading gaze fell upon Zeus, who sat high above him in the center of the temple, and he nodded deeply, saying, "Wise King of the Gods, Oceanus has come to ask you, my esteemed lord, for a favor."

Zeus's expression turned serious, and his solemn demeanor instantly made the atmosphere in the hall heavy.

He nodded and said, "What is it? If it is within my authority and a reasonable request, I will not refuse your request and will give you the respect you deserve."

Ocean God raised his hand and gestured to the children behind him, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow: "Your Majesty, the benevolent God-King, behind me are my daughters and their children."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Also, the family of the sinful god."

As Oceanus spoke, his majestic and imposing body knelt down on one knee without hesitation, lowering his noble head, his posture filled with humility and heartbreak.

Tears streamed down His resolute face, and His humble, pleading voice echoed in the temple: "Your Majesty, I have come to beg Your mercy, for the sake of a loving and compassionate Father God, to forgive these poor children and give them a chance!"

“My daughter Clymene, who is Iapetus’s wife, has never participated in this war and has always opposed Iapetus’s following of Cronus, and has been trying to persuade him to be loyal to you.”

“But Iapetus was stubborn and unyielding, and she could do nothing about it; she had done all she could.”

"What can a wife do if she is loyal to and loves her husband? A wife cannot decide what her husband decides."

"She also kept advising her children to follow the right path, but her eldest and second sons were stubborn and determined to follow their Father God, going astray."

"Only her other son, the wise Prometheus, has followed the right path, served under you, and has been fortunate enough to gain your favor."

Zeus glanced at Clymene, whose beauty, the most outstanding among the daughters of the ocean, greatly impressed him. He nodded imperceptibly, indicating that he understood, and continued to listen quietly.

When it came time to reward merit, He did not bestow honors upon Prometheus, not because He had forgotten him.

The Atlas brothers have not been dealt with to this day, nor have they been forgotten.

He had been waiting for Prometheus to come and plead for mercy, but unexpectedly, it was Oceanus, the poor old father, who came first.

He sighed inwardly: This poor old father, truly the heart of a parent is full of love and pity.

Oceanus pointed to Pleione, sighed and wept, and said sadly, "My other poor daughter—Pleione, who was always the gentlest and most virtuous, had her wise advice and pleas ignored by the raging Atlas."

“The foolish and stubborn Atlas deserves his punishment, but my poor daughter can only weep day and night, and her lovely children can no longer enjoy the sacred order you established, nor can they live in the sunlight.”

“It’s all my fault. I chose the wrong marriages for them. They are following my teachings, being loyal to their husbands, and loving their children. It’s not their fault.”

“They tried their best to stop it, but a wife should respect and support her husband. She can only advise him, not resolutely oppose him, even if he is on the wrong path.”

The daughters of the ocean, seeing their father so humble, doing everything for them, were already sobbing softly.

(End of this chapter)