Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 177 Poseidon, Don't Force Me to Hit You in Front of So Many Gods
While Zeus and the goddess of wisdom were enjoying their time together, the unruly Poseidon, the god of the sea, seized the opportunity and, carrying a heavy golden cup, swaggered up to Hera, who was alone in a corner, drinking her sorrows away.

Hera, already feeling down and sad, felt her head start to ache again just from seeing Poseidon's figure.

That clueless idiot, he's here again.

After Zeus announced that he had Themis and Mnemosyne as his wives, the envious, jealous, and restless Poseidon also began to search for the wife he wanted.

Poseidon didn't care about feelings or emotions; in His view, they were trivial matters.

He only has two requirements.

First, one must possess extreme beauty and attractiveness;
Secondly, His divinity and authority must be strong enough to contribute to His vast ocean and enhance His power.

Being pretty is a minor issue, since there are very few goddesses who aren't pretty.

So most importantly, its own strength and authority must be formidable.

Moreover, it would be best to choose goddesses who originally supported Zeus.

In this way, the forces around Zeus can be greatly weakened, while the strength of the forces can be increased, thus achieving the goal of diminishing one's strength and increasing the other's.

Of course, the oceanic system is an exception.

Although, in terms of the compatibility of authority, the goddesses of the ocean are the most suitable.

The daughters of the ocean are all incredibly beautiful, and there is no shortage of goddesses with good personalities and strong abilities.

However, the Oceanic system is too strong; its influence and strength are excessive.

Moreover, the authority over the ocean is too similar to that of himself, and the sea and the ocean are adjacent, with the ocean already occupying half of the sea.

Poseidon was genuinely afraid that after the marriage alliance, he might be sidelined and rendered powerless.

Women from the ocean can be lovers, but not wives!

Poseidon looked around, his heart filled with even more envy, jealousy, and hatred!
The most powerful goddesses in the universe, especially the goddesses among the primordial Titans who were still single, all of them, except for their own mother goddess, belonged to Zeus!
Moreover, the goddess of wisdom that He coveted most also belonged to Zeus!

And then there's the ocean goddess Dione, who looks so bewildering that even the gods are confused—she actually had a child with Zeus!

Damn Zeus!
All the goddesses are yours!
After much deliberation, Poseidon turned his attention to his sisters.

He looked down on those fairies and little goddesses; the only ones with the strongest authority in the universe were his own three sisters.

So Poseidon, taking Zeus as his role model, pursued three goddesses while Zeus and the other gods were working together to establish the order of the heavens!

Indeed, He was very confident and pursued three goddesses at the same time.

Of all the women He favored, Hera was naturally the one He preferred the most.

Because Hera is the strongest, the most beautiful, the most faithful, and also the most important in terms of power.

Furthermore, Hera's authority was not directly under Zeus's control.

Hestia and Demeter had already placed their authority under Zeus.

But not only Hera, but even the most gentle Hestia resolutely refused and told Him not to have such thoughts again.

As for Demeter, after He revealed His feelings, He never had the chance to see Demeter again.

Demeter cursed him inwardly: 'Poseidon has truly lost his mind; how could he have such a foolish and presumptuous idea?'

As for Hera, she naturally refused with absolute certainty.

However, Poseidon was not the kind of god who gave up easily, even when the other party had clearly refused.

He shamelessly continued to pursue the three goddesses, Hera, much to their annoyance.

But there's nothing we can do. After all, he's still our brother. He may be a bit stupid and have a bad temper, but he's still our god.

The three gentle and graceful goddesses could only seek out the mother goddess Rhea to warn and dissuade Poseidon.

But Poseidon wouldn't listen at all. Even after being repeatedly reprimanded by the mother goddess Rhea, he continued to do as he pleased and remained unrepentant.

This forced Hera and the others to avoid Him.

Poseidon also knew a little about Hera's feelings for Zeus. He wasn't stupid; he couldn't possibly not see it. He was extremely resentful about this.

We are all sons of Cronus and the Holy Rhea, so why does Zeus receive the favor of all the goddesses?

In terms of strength, well, isn't it just a little lacking?

In terms of authority, well, isn't it just a little lacking?

In terms of status, we are all kings, no matter what kind of king we are!

In terms of divine craftsmanship, I am definitely superior! Zeus is so indecisive and fussy; he can't compare to my straightforward confidence!
In terms of looks, I'm definitely better! There's no doubt about it! Even the Mother Goddess praised my good looks!
Poseidon knew a little about Hera's divine qualities; she was steadfast and pure in love and would absolutely not tolerate Zeus's philandering. Zeus already had so many wives; Hera would never submit to him!

He is different; He can guarantee that he will only have one wife!
A lover is a lover, that's not the same.

Looking across the universe, there is no one more suitable than myself!
Poseidon was very confident.

Unfortunately, all the goddesses avoided him, leaving him with virtually no opportunity.

As for now, Poseidon has chosen an even worse time.

With Zeus absent, Hera didn't bother with him; now that Zeus was present, she was even more afraid of causing him the slightest misunderstanding.

Moreover, she's really not in a good mood right now.

The lord of the raging sea, Hera, began to fawn over her, while also subtly making a few remarks about Zeus.

He said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, glorious Hera, in this lively feast, the banquet of the gods, why are you, another god, alone in this dark corner?"

He glanced at Zeus, who was surrounded by goddesses, with envy, but said, "Is it because a wicked god has hurt your noble heart?"

"You should know that fidelity and pure love are the rarest virtues, and not every god can possess them."

Hera slowly closed her golden eyes, a deep and weary helplessness welling up inside her. She was speechless at Poseidon's incurable stupidity and absurd self-confidence.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her chest, and glared fiercely at Poseidon with her golden eyes. Her usually gentle tone turned icy cold as she shouted, "Poseidon, don't force me to hit you when I'm in a bad mood!"

"Get out of my sight now, immediately!"

"Otherwise, even in this hall of the gods' feast, I will teach you a lesson!"

Poseidon was taken aback, never expecting Hera to react so violently.

Although I always refused clearly in the past, gentle and loving sisters would never say such cruel and heartless words to their God.

Seeing Hera's expression, which was clearly not a joke, especially the fierce look surging in her brilliant golden eyes, Poseidon felt a sudden shiver run down his spine.

He knew very well that although Hera was usually gentle and kind, when she was really angry, her fists were quite hard.

He couldn't defeat Hera.

Moreover, if a real fight broke out, Zeus would definitely side with Hera and not with Him. He would stand by Hera's side without the slightest hesitation, and He was well aware of this.

There is no doubt about this.

Seeing Hera's growing impatience, Poseidon immediately turned and left, acting entirely on his own whim without the slightest hesitation.

However, He was still resentful, muttering under His breath as He walked, "It wasn't me who provoked you, so why are you so angry with me and taking it out on me?"

Before He finished speaking, out of the corner of His eye He caught a glimpse of that purplish-gold figure who had resolutely stood up, his divine power surging, clearly preparing to make a move.

Poseidon was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth, swallowing the rest of his words. He channeled his divine power into his legs, transformed into a phantom, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He obediently followed Hera's instructions and completely disappeared from her sight.

Zeus was fully aware of everything Poseidon did foolishly, and even of all his clumsy actions during the time Zeus was working to establish the order of the heavens.

Holding Metis in his arms, the god Poseidon was already furious, cursing inwardly: 'Foolish Poseidon! Bastard! How dare he set his sights on my beloved Hera! You just wait!'

"I'm going to sleep with your wife!"

The God-King's anger churned within him, yet his face remained calm.

He gently released Metis from his embrace and whispered two words in her ear in a voice as soft as a breeze, which only they could hear.

Upon hearing this, Metis turned his gaze to the lonely yet forlorn figure of his friend in the distant corner. A hint of understanding and a barely perceptible sigh flashed in his clear eyes, and then he gave his beloved god-king a resentful look.

'My love, my king, how many goddesses have been heartbroken for you? In the future, how many more goddesses will be consumed by jealousy over you?'

However, the wise and considerate Metis took the initiative to loosen her arms around Zeus, and in the manner of a matriarch, smiled and summoned several powerful goddesses such as Demeter, Nyx, and Mnemosyne to her side, beginning a private conversation that belonged only to the goddesses, temporarily isolating the king of the gods from all the disturbances.

These wicked little devils need to be taught a lesson!
They need to clearly understand who the true mistress of Olympus is!
Zeus then slowly walked toward the corner where Hera was. Along the way, the gods all stood up and humbly raised their cups to toast Him, but none of them were so oblivious as to try to chat with him.

And Hera, the pure-hearted Hera, the steadfast Hera, the gentle Hera, just stared blankly as the beloved god-king in her heart, through the awe of the gods, walked step by step toward her.

Her heart skipped a beat for a moment, then began to pound like a war drum.

She quickly stood up, seemingly casually yet with a hint of careful concealment, and gently straightened the wrinkles in her purple and gold gauze dress and adjusted the golden laurel wreath in her hair.

All these subtle, feignedly calm movements were observed by Zeus, causing him to smile with a doting expression.

(End of this chapter)