Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 180 Poseidon's Attack
The apocalyptic scene of Mount Otyrus, once a symbol of supreme power in the universe and unparalleled in its grandeur, collapsing under Zeus's impact, has become her eternal nightmare.

The mountain peak collapsed, and the destructive force turned her divine body into utter nothingness.

If it weren't for Cronus saving her, the ending would have been truly tragic.

No, it's completely invisible now, and we don't know when it will be restored.

Back in the ocean, she sobbed and wanted nothing more than to hide in the arms of her father and mother, not wanting to get involved in this terrible upheaval.

Of course, the Oceanids would not allow her to leave the ocean again.

After all, she is my own daughter. Although she was ignorant in the past, it was understandable that she was ignorant when Kronos was powerful. But now that we have completely broken off relations, how can I allow her to get involved in this deadly war?

After the new order was established, neither Oceanus nor his wife dared to ask Zeus for forgiveness.

The main issue is that this not only involves the dignity of the new God-King, but also deeply touches upon the face of the Holy Queen Rhea.

The forgiving and loving holy goddess Rhea did not pursue the matter, and the god-king Zeus was too lazy to care. This was already an immense grace and tolerance. How could they possibly push their luck?
In principle, Philura's matter was far more serious than that of the Atlas brothers.

On the battlefield, in a head-on confrontation, it is a war of order, where the victor is king and the loser is villain, which is perfectly justifiable.

But you, little Oceanid, dare to offend the Queen of the Gods. If you weren't the daughter of Oceanus, if you weren't the loving and forgiving Holy Rhea, you would have been banished to Tartarus long ago.

After the war, with the tacit understanding of all parties, Ferrura had effectively become an invisible goddess. She kept as low-key as possible in her daily life and was strictly forbidden by Oceanus from stepping out of the ocean, not even allowed to surface for air.

Oceanus, the god of the ocean, often lamented that his daughter had made the most foolish choice, and had done so in front of the entire universe, severely disgracing him and his wife, the two gods.

But, as I said before, she's still my own daughter, what else can I do?

However, Oceanus also took this opportunity to thoroughly educate all his children: they must bear the consequences of their own choices.

Some things parents can protect, while others they must bear themselves.

Ferrura is now forced to live this bleak life, but that is her own choice, the price she must pay for her mistakes.

Philura lamented her fate of never seeing the light of day, but she also knew in her heart that compared to those great gods who were banished to Tartarus in the war, this was already a very, very good ending.

She could clearly see the power of Zeus's thunderbolt even on the ocean, and she personally experienced its supreme power in opening up the sea.

She knew all too well how powerful the ancient god-king Cronus was, having once shared intimate moments with Him.

However, even such an arrogant and domineering god-king who once dominated the universe was defeated head-on by the new god-king.

She is already very fortunate to be able to live freely in the ocean.

After all, half of the ocean is now open sea, no longer empty; the sea is quite prosperous.

Although she wasn't even allowed to surface.

But how could she be content to remain forever underwater in the deep water?

She too longed to live freely in that beautiful, sun-drenched world!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have become Cronus's lover so reluctantly back then.

While being conquered by the supreme authority of the former god-king was certainly a factor, the desire to break free from restrictions and live freely in the vast world was also an extremely important reason.

Therefore, after Poseidon was made the king of the sea and took the initiative to befriend the oceanic pantheon, she shrewdly grasped this rope that might be her lifeline and took the initiative to get close to Poseidon.

She thought that given Poseidon's status and position, it wasn't impossible for him to plead with the Queen and King of the Gods on her behalf, and she might be forgiven.

She doesn't seek any honor; she would be content with just being allowed to leave the ocean.

She longed for the earth so much.

As for Poseidon, He naturally accepted Philyra's advances with great pleasure.

The lovers who could catch Cronus's eye must be among the most outstanding goddesses in the universe in terms of appearance, temperament, personality, and abilities.

Moreover, only He Himself knows just how difficult it is to find a goddess willing to play the "transformation game" with Him!
He had always coveted the gentle and beautiful daughters of the ocean, but dared not easily choose a powerful one as his wife. As for lovers, only those fairies could be his options. A goddess possessing powerful laws would not easily become a god's lover; Poseidon's allure...
Now, one of the top daughters of the ocean has offered herself up, and because of historical reasons, there are no hidden dangers. Only a fool would refuse her.

Besides, who knows, this goddess might even be used as a breakthrough point for His infiltration of the ocean pantheon.

And so, the two gods, each with their own ulterior motives, ended up together.

Thus, He received many unknown messages from Philylla.

One of the hidden pieces of information can now come in handy.

Now, He is going to use this incident to create a truly earth-shattering story!
As long as it annoys Zeus, and since it doesn't require the sea god to do anything himself, there's no risk involved, so why not do it?

With all the gods attending the feast, and all the gods in the universe except for a few who cannot show themselves going to Olympus for the Pantheon, this is the best opportunity!
Poseidon, whose plan had already taken shape, was completely unaware that he had been blinded by rage. He confidently set out into the depths of the ocean to seek out his "good friend" Menotius for a drink.

Sure enough, Menotius was, as usual, alone in his dark little coral reef temple, drinking alone in his solitude.

Atlas was different from Him; His wife and children were always by his side. Even though he couldn't leave the ocean, he still lived a very fulfilling and comfortable life.

When Poseidon saw Menotius's solitary figure, he burst into hearty laughter that pierced the water: "My dear friend, Menotius! Why do you always drink alone? Why not call me and share this rare moment of tranquility with you?"

Menotius looked up and saw that the visitor was Poseidon. His face, which had been filled with distress, immediately broke into a genuine smile.

Before He could even get up to greet him, He heard Poseidon's kind words and immediately shook His head with a wry smile: "Alas, Your Excellency Poseidon, isn't this what I do every day? I suppose it will be the same for all the endless years to come."

Poseidon, his face beaming with a warm smile, strode over, picked up a wine cup, filled it, and drank a large cup of divine wine with Him.

Menotius suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, the King of the Sea, shouldn't you be on Mount Olympus right now, attending His Majesty the King of the Gods' grand banquet? The Pantheon should be starting soon, shouldn't it? How come you have time to condescend to come here?"

Poseidon's smile paused almost imperceptibly, but he immediately covered it up with an even louder laugh: "The pantheon is still a while away, and the gods' feast is really not interesting, it's all flattery (to Zeus)."

"I thought I'd come and drink with you because I knew you must be bored here. For me, drinking and chatting with you is far better than being with those boring gods."

Upon hearing this, Menotius felt a surge of warmth in his heart and was deeply moved.

Aquaman is truly a loyal and compassionate god! This friend was definitely worth having!
He immediately rose excitedly, personally poured Poseidon a large cup of wine, and solemnly raised the cup, saying, "Great Poseidon, thank you for your friendship! It is an honor for me, Menotius, to have your approval! Cheers to your friendship!"

No sooner had He finished speaking than He had already drunk the divine wine in his cup in one gulp.

Poseidon's smile deepened, and he too drank it down in one gulp with gusto.

The two gods spent a time in the temple drinking and chatting happily, discussing everything from the vast ocean to the cosmos.

After a few rounds of drinks, Poseidon, feigning nonchalance and with a hint of regret, spoke up for Menotious, saying, "Alas, my dear Menotious, we are best friends, and I truly feel sorry for you in your current situation."

"You are the son of Iapetus, the great weaver of death, and your power and loyalty are known and understood by all the gods in the universe."

“All the righteous gods know that it is never a fault to be loyal to one’s sovereign.”

"But you, simply because of this loyalty, have ended up living under someone else's roof, cramped in this remote ocean. The starry sky and glory that should have belonged to you have now been stolen by His God."

"Ugh"

Poseidon sighed heavily, his tone filled with "sincere" resentment: "Zeus is still too harsh on you. But there's nothing I can do; His heart has always been somewhat narrow-minded."

Although Menotius had drunk quite a bit of strong liquor and felt a surge of indignation, he still dared not easily agree with such remarks that directly involved the King of Gods and were almost controversial.

Poseidon was, after all, the younger brother of the king of gods, and they shared the same loving and gentle mother goddess.

If brothers say a few words to each other in private, that's fine. Even if they fight, the great Mother Goddess Rhea will always mediate between them.

But I'm still a criminal, and if this gets out, I'm doomed.

The thought of his "guilty" status filled him with bitterness, and all his lofty ambitions were extinguished by the cold reality.

He could only remain silent, pouring all his emotions into his cup and drinking.

(End of this chapter)