Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 157 Thunderous Omniscient Muse (A Carefully Polished Chapter)

Although this omniscient goddess was both jealous and angry, how could she, as the ruler of civilization and memory, truly lose her mind?

How could she not know the temperament of her own god-king?
She knew everything about Zeus, so she knew it all too well.

Zeus is someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force!
This god-king's heart was both soft and hard.

He is not some god who can be intimidated by threats and noise!

If you really ignore everything and have a huge argument with him, then everything will truly come to an end.

If you make him feel guilty and heartbroken for you, then everything will go smoothly from here on out.
However, we need to act quickly, as the wise god-king will soon react.

After hearing Zeus's promise, the cunning omniscient goddess quietly suppressed the smile on her lips.

Of course, the tears in her eyes never stopped.

Goddess, even if you're not the daughter of the ocean, you're still made of water.

She gently raised her head, looking at Zeus with a pitiful, heartbreaking gaze, and whispered, "My love, are you telling the truth?"

Zeus nodded heavily. He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on his beloved goddess's face with utmost tenderness. In an unwavering tone, he said, "My beloved goddess, I know you love me terribly, and you are even willing to give me everything you have. How could I bear to let you suffer unbearable pain?"

Zeus said with utmost sincerity and tenderness, "My love, how could I bear to deceive you? And how could I possibly succeed in deceiving you? My love, please feel it carefully, is my love for you sincere?"

Mingrui's goddess shook her head vigorously, her voice still trembling with tears as she said, "My love, I will always respect and love you, so how could I presumptuously pry into your heart?"

"I believe everything you say, no matter what it is, I will believe it without reservation."

The alluring goddess gazed adoringly at her beloved god-king, all her emotions coalescing into a passionate whisper: "Zeus~ I love you, I love you so much~~~"

"Please, my love, grant me your mercy, grant me your love as sweet as rain. Possess me, I only want to be possessed by you."

"Zeus, you already have your first child, please allow me to bear your lovely child as well!"

"That way, during the long time when you can't be with me, I can barely endure the excruciating pain of longing with the fruit of our love by having it by my side."

The alluring goddess had barely finished speaking when she kissed Zeus without giving him a chance to reply.

A bright red tongue, with an irresistible and resolute manner, cut off all the words the God-King was about to utter.

Filled with guilt and pity, how could Zeus bear to refuse?

Moreover, faced with this all-knowing goddess who was charming, alluring, and exuded endless temptation, he simply did not have the willpower to refuse her.

Moreover, His next target was originally this omniscient goddess who represented the past.

He already possesses omniscience of the present world, and now he needs omniscience of the past.

Only by possessing the past and present, and by possessing spirituality, wisdom, and memory, can one weave the destiny of the future.

Thus, this guilty and lustful God, half-heartedly, became completely immersed in the all-knowing goddess's irresistible charm.

On the way from the Temple of Wisdom to the Temple of the God King, in the wilderness of Mount Olympus, the supreme Lord of Thunder was completely "captured" by the omniscient goddess of civilization's memory.

Above the sky, the heavy dark clouds that had just dissipated for a day and a night gathered once again in an even more magnificent manner.

And this time, a mysterious fog appeared so thick that even the gods could not see their own hands, completely obscuring the outline of the entire Mount Olympus.

A crisp clap of thunder once again boomed deep within the clouds, and joyful lightning once more danced and leaped.

Furthermore, countless strange and sacred runes, representing civilization and the past, were deeply engraved in every flash of lightning.

The supreme thunder, with its unparalleled power and the judgment of life and death, is now merging with the divine origin that symbolizes vast civilization, boundless memories, and omniscience of the past, and with the profound foundation that is the source of wisdom and the imprint of the universe's existence.

The light of thunder and the wisdom of memory merged completely, erupting into a sacred celebration between heaven and earth that defies description.

The lightning was no longer just a flash of electricity, but a radiant light of creation, containing the essence of boundless civilization.

The sound of thunder was no longer just a pure rumble, but transformed into a joyful song sung by all things in the universe as they came to understand and awaken.

All that is known, all that has happened, those fragments that had been dormant for countless years in the boundless sea of ​​memory, are now being thoroughly awakened by these thunderclaps.

An invisible and intangible divine halo spread out from the center of the clouds. This light did not come from the stars, but was the light condensed from pure memories and civilization.

He illuminated every dimension of time and space, allowing every inch of emptiness to reflect silhouettes of past wisdom, and those ancient civilizations whose epics had long been forgotten are being silently reread.

Wherever the light shines, everything is given a profound understanding of its origins and development, and an unprecedented, clear, and profound self-awareness arises spontaneously.

Thunder burst forth from the depths of this light, each golden bolt interwoven with the veins of civilization, bearing the imprint of memories.

They tore through space with a perfect, sacred geometric pattern, like countless sacred brushstrokes sketching an endless and magnificent knowledge map on the canvas of the universe.

Every thunderclap is a declaration of an ancient proverb, a perfect fusion of the ultimate good and beauty achieved by the many origins of power, wisdom, spirituality, civilization, memory, and creation.

The world thus becomes more complete and clearer.

In their joy, all things finally recognized the meaning of their own existence and felt the inseparable connection between themselves and the vast past of the universe.

At this moment, thunder is no longer merely Zeus's weapon; it has become a messenger that transmits and protects the light of civilization.

With each surge of thunder, the glory of civilization and the truth of existence are proclaimed to the entire universe in the most magnificent and splendid way.

At this moment, what arises between heaven and earth is no longer a simple phenomenon, but a magnificent echo that resonates directly at the source of the universe, stirring the spiritual existence of all things and bringing heartfelt joy to all beings.

Because everything has clearly revealed its origin and source.

Zeus has taken another giant step forward on the path to "omniscience".

The omniscient and wise goddess of civilization unreservedly dedicated herself entirely to the great god-king who was destined to be omniscient and omnipotent, the god-king she loved most.

However, at the same time, she was also ruthlessly seizing the sweet fruit that belonged only to her and symbolized the affection of her beloved male god.

Within all past civilizations and memories, within the wisdom and thought of the God-King, within the essence of unparalleled power and inspiration, new goddesses representing wisdom, inspiration, creation, knowledge, art, science, and literature are being quietly conceived.

The goddess of memory, who is learned and clear about everything, is nurturing a group of children who are even more profound and learned under the powerful divine influence of the god-king.

On the second morning, Caliopei, representing eloquence and epic poetry, and wielding the art of language, was born. She gripped the sharp blade of eloquence, shattering the barriers of silence!
On the third morning, Creo, representing social science and recording and disseminating eternal history, was born. She wielded the chisel of history, sculpting the true threads of reality.

On the fourth morning, Euthere, who could sing all lyrical poems and the music of all things, and who symbolized the art of hearing, was born. She stirred the spring of melody and cleansed the cochleas of all living beings.

On the fifth morning, Meurbomene, the master of tragedy, capable of creating all novels and plays, was born. She cast the furnace of drama, forging the cruelty of fate! (In praise of Meurbomene)

On the sixth morning, Talia, a woman skilled in writing beautiful prose, composing pastoral poems, and praising the prosperity of the world, was born. She sowed the seeds of pastoral poetry, which blossomed into bountiful waves of grain.

On the seventh morning, reciting poems of love that could inspire all love in the world, the incomparably lovely Erato was born. She plucked the strings of love, binding the throbbing heart. (In praise of Erato)
On the eighth morning, Polychemia, who could reveal the mysteries of the universe, sing praises to the great primordial laws of the gods, and represent natural science, was born. She chanted the codes of nature and unlocked the origin of all things.

On the ninth morning, Tersicori, born with a love for dance and all things rhythmic and vibrant, representing the beauty of visual art, was born. She ignited the fiery passion of dance, igniting the cold, lifeless body!
On the tenth morning, Urania, favored by the sky, capable of measuring the stars, and representing applied science, was born. She illuminated the celestial orbits with her arc of light, binding the vastness with science!
During the sacred union of the Almighty God and the All-Knowing Goddess for nine days and nights, these nine goddess maidens, adorned with dazzling golden crowns, were born—the Muses, who possessed knowledge of almost everything, every civilization, and every law!
Because of their existence, civilization in the universe has flourished; because of their songs, all living beings in the world have come to know the meaning of their existence.

Praise be to the Muse!

This "greedy" omniscient goddess is ruthlessly extracting her due compensation from this great God.

She ruthlessly seized all the new power over art, science, and literature for her children.

The guilty God, immersed in the gentle embrace, let the all-knowing goddess do as she pleased. After all, they were all his children, so why bother taking it so seriously?
Moreover, his beloved goddess had indeed suffered a great injustice this time, so what could Zeus do? He could only let his beloved goddess do as she pleased.

In any case, as the all-ruling god-king, everything he created, whatever it may be, was inherently under his control.

They are born with the ability to control any law, and are supreme administrators along with the incarnations of the laws.

The more powerful and authoritative the children are, the better it is for him.

Right now, enjoying this boundless tenderness is the most important thing to do!

Nine goddesses, eternally joyful, eternally wise, and eternally vibrant, immediately began their most joyful dance and sang the most beautiful songs upon their birth on the first day of the month.

They are singing for their Father God and Mother God; writing immortal hymns for their great Father God and all-knowing Mother God to record this great and sacred moment of their union.

Ode: A Hymn to the Union of the Almighty King and the Source of All Knowledge (in the shared voice of the Muse sisters)
Oh, immortal gods and mortal souls!
Listen to our praises, listen to our songs:
We sing of Olympus, soaring high into the clouds.

We praise the supreme Lord of Thunder.
Zeus, the omnipotent god of the universe, the father of all gods!
We praise the all-knowing and all-perceived goddess of memory.
A pearl in the sea of ​​inspiration, the source of all civilization!
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Witness the divine capture on the Olympus Trail.
The King of Thunder paused, captivated by the eyes of the goddess of memory.

Memory untied the shackles of time, offering the stirrings of civilization to the God-King.

The thick fog is a hanging veil, covering the wedding bed of creation.
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When the thunderous voice of the Almighty Father resounded across the mountaintop,

Lightning etched runes across the lands, thunder transformed into songs of wisdom.

When the light of the omniscient Mother's memory illuminates the void,

The sea of ​​memories awakens, its halo illuminating time and space.

Power and memory, like heavenly fire and the deepest ocean merging.
Heaven and earth trembled, and all things rejoiced in the trembling of their very origin.
The miracles created unfolded slowly before the gods.
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We witnessed firsthand that the unparalleled thunderbolt was no longer so violent.
Instead, they transformed into sacred runes that record epics.

We experienced it firsthand; those boundless memories are no longer silent.
Instead, they were awakened by the thunder of awakening.

Listen! The thunderous drumbeats break the silence of the universe.

That was Zeus striking the abyss of memory with his power;

Look! The golden shuttle of civilization weaves a brocade of lightning.

That was Mnemosyne sewing the robes of the God-King with knowledge!
When strength permeates the elixir of wisdom, when the imprint draws upon the nectar of inspiration...
Heaven and earth rejoiced in song, and all living beings finally learned their names!
This is a sacred vow, a celebration of the universe.

It is the heartfelt joy of all things, the truth of all existence!
Zeus, you embraced the Mother Goddess with your supreme power.

Mnemosyne, you responded to the Father with all-knowing love.
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We were born from the fusion of thunder and memory.
We are art, we are science, we are civilization.

We are epics, we are history, we are poems.

Nine nights of gestation, the dawn's light gradually brings forth life:
Caliope, carrying her language, recites the epic tales of heroes;
Clio is recorded in history, writing a sacred chapter in history;
Eutherpe played music, producing beautiful, heavenly melodies;
Melpomene observes joy and sorrow, enacting the vicissitudes of human life;
Talia sings of the pastoral landscape, praising her prosperous homeland;
Errato's love song conveys passionate verses of love;

The laws of Polychemia explain the laws of the universe;
Thersikore dances, pulsating with the rhythm of life;
Urania explores the mysteries of the heavens and earth, measuring the vast starry sky;

At the end of the nine days, the nine sisters' golden crowns shone brightly.
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Nine golden-crowned muses! Nine dazzling civilizations!

We are stars forged from thunder and memory, a warm haven of power and civilization.
She was conceived in the mind of Zeus and grew inside the womb of Mnemosyne.

From that moment on, wherever the thunder roars, poems will surely sprout from the earth.

In places shrouded in thick fog, songs will surely cut through the fog and guide those who are lost!
Bearing the promise of thunder and memory, and accepting the pact of wisdom and civilization,
Connecting the world through poetry, music, history, art, literature, and science.

May civilization be immortal, and may existence be meaningful.
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Praise be to Zeus! You are the great Father God!

Praise be to Mnemosyne! You are the great Mother Goddess!
We are the fruit of your love, the embodiment of your divinity.

Our birth reveals the secrets of existence.
Let the meaning of all things be known, and let the flame of civilization never be extinguished!
Praise be to you, great Father and Mother God!
Praise be to this sacred union! Praise be to this eternal miracle!
When mortals gaze upon the summit of Olympus, remember that the explosions within the thick fog were not thunderstorms.

Rather, it was the Father God and Mother Goddess who used the universe as their wedding bed and gave birth to all things.

The first song of love!
Our songs will forever prove that this sacred union is the most dazzling embrace in the universe!
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The nine Muses sang, danced, and chanted the sacred union of the Lord of the Gods and the All-Knowing Goddess, ensuring that this great moment would be eternally celebrated by all spirits.

They also inadvertently engraved their own names in the memory of the universe, so that they might be eternally sung alongside their father and mother gods.

They are eternally immortal and eternally joyful holy goddesses.

They are forever happy, forever clear-headed, forever profound.

As the embodiment of exquisite art, profound science, and deep literature, they are the ultimate reflection of all intelligent life and civilization, and will surely bring infinite brilliance and splendor to this universe!

Praise be to the Muses!

The greedy and stingy omniscient goddess not only demanded compensation from her lover, but also did not give up on revenge against her rival.

In response to the goddess of wisdom who had taken the lead, she occupied nine days and nights of Zeus's reign, one day and night more than Metis, thus putting her ahead of her!
She did something even more outrageous to that shameless, unknown goddess of the night who dared to covet the God King!

This wicked and cunning omniscient goddess of memory transmitted the image of her divine union with Zeus directly to the Lady of Night in the underworld, without any concealment or obfuscation, and directly implanted it into her memory.

And then there's her "good sister" Themis, who is struggling to uphold her principles on Mount Olympus.

She didn't spread any more rumors about the other goddesses, because she didn't want to provoke so many goddesses; that would create too many mortal enemies under that tree.

She passed it on to the Lady of Night because she really disliked this goddess who was always thinking about possessing Zeus and had already taken concrete actions to do so.

As for passing it on to Themis, it was naturally to completely drag this good sister down with her, adding the fiercest flame to her already shaky persistence!
The Lady of Night, who was already driven almost mad with jealousy by Metis taking Zeus's virginity, nearly died of anger on the spot after unexpectedly receiving this "gift" from Mnemosyne.

It's important to understand that this isn't just watching a video; it's directly implanting memories. For the recipient, it's like being there in person, or even experiencing it firsthand.

How could the Lady of the Night, such a pure and innocent goddess, withstand such stimulation?

Her divinity was immediately overwhelmed with dizziness; for the first time in her life, the Lady of the Night experienced blindness.

Metis was Zeus's publicly declared beloved goddess and his wife, so it was understandable that she won first place.

Moreover, the goddess of wisdom has a very good temperament and is very popular among the gods, so she can barely tolerate all of this.

But you shameless goddess of memory!

It's true! It's true! It's true!
unacceptable!

How shameless! They actually showed such a private matter to other gods!

Don't you know how to avoid the gods?
Should we show it to God?

Damn it! How do you know so much!

There are so many different styles!
hateful! hateful! hateful!

Zeus~ Waaah~ My Zeus~
You've been ruined by this little bastard!

And that one named Dione!
An unknown god whom no one had ever heard of actually had a child with Zeus!
The goddess of night, who had been struck down one blow after another, even though she had long known that Zeus could not belong to her alone.

But when all of this actually happened, this innocent "Great Mother Goddess" who was experiencing love for the first time, after tasting the sweetness of love and the bitterness of longing, also tasted for the first time the bitterness of jealousy that could corrode the soul, as well as the pain of resentment that was like a sharp blade cutting into the heart.

And there was also that helpless, suppressed anger.

As the Lady of the Night's mood became extremely distorted, endless pure darkness quickly enveloped the entire Netherworld, making the already oppressive realm even more suffocating.

Hades, the god of tools, merely sighed deeply and continued his arduous work of building the underworld.

Anyway, there aren't many ghostly souls left, so let Lady Night throw a tantrum if she wants.

Let Zeus handle this headache of appeasing Nyx.

After all, I am Hades! What business is it of Hades of what Zeus caused?

As for Themis, the goddess of justice who was diligently sorting out the order of the universe in the temple, she was always focused, but she would occasionally drift off into a daze.

She sat high on the divine throne, rarely showing a hint of confusion or absent-mindedness.

Her long, golden hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down her smooth shoulders like a flowing golden light.

The water flowed over her tall, mountain-like back, then slid over her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, before finally settling on that plump, full peach that clearly contained endless vitality.

A gentle breeze blew in from outside the palace, causing a few strands of hair to flutter and dance, like gold dust scattering and flying in the air.

If Zeus were to witness such a scene, he would likely lose control of himself.

The union of Zeus and Metis ultimately affected her mood, giving her her first taste of bitterness, and even emotions she dared not admit herself, namely jealousy and envy.

Later, when she received news about Dione, her mood plummeted to its lowest point.

(End of this chapter)