Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 208 Moon

At this point, Zeus suddenly smiled slightly and changed the subject: "Perhaps one day, you will change your minds; perhaps one day, I will also change my mind and want to release you again, who knows?"

"In that case, you should bear the punishment you deserve; that is enough."

"After all, the punishments in Tartarus are sufficient to justify any wrongdoing committed by any living being."

Iapetus listened attentively to Zeus's words, and a genuine smile slowly spread across his weathered face, a smile full of admiration.

He let out a deep laugh and sighed, saying, "It is indeed only right that His Majesty Cronus lost to you."

"Your kindness and magnanimity, since the beginning of existence, are unmatched by any other god in this universe. It seems that perhaps it is truly fortunate for all spiritual life in the universe that you are the eternal ruler of this universe."

"Great Zeus, please do it."

Zeus nodded in homage to Iapetus.

Despite their differing stances, He did not dislike Iapetus.

Iapetus upheld his oath and adhered to the principle of loyalty; though stubborn, it was absolutely in accordance with His divine and just order.

If such a god exists, the universe will be a better place.

Even though He spoke so much to Iapetus, His actions were utterly merciless.

He used the same methods He used on the other three primordial Titans, and cleanly and efficiently obtained the primordial authority of Iapetus.

The ancient and powerful fundamental laws that symbolize "the weaving of death" and "the cycle of recurrence" also fall into His hands.

After doing all this, Zeus waved his hand and restored their consciousness.

Iapetus's expression was as calm as a still pond. He had already accepted his mistakes; it was simply a matter of the victor taking all.

If they win, Zeus will only suffer more.

Coeus and Phoebus, on the other hand, were listless and looked utterly dejected.

Only Cronus, the ancient god-king who only now truly felt that he had lost everything, let out a deafening roar the moment he regained consciousness!

After discovering that the lightning chains that had bound him had disappeared, Cronus, whose reason had been completely destroyed by despair and anger, angrily charged towards Zeus!

However, He didn't even have a chance to touch Zeus.

Zeus simply broke through space once again, speaking his last words to them for the day: "Farewell, my friends."

Then, decisively and cleanly, they once again plunged the four of them into the endless Tartarus!

"Do not--!"

The ancient king of gods let out a mournful roar that still echoed in the depths of the underworld, but it was quickly and completely drowned out by Zeus's merciless thunder.

The most terrible torment in the world once again enveloped them.

They could only wait in that endless void for Zeus to bestow another blessing and opportunity, which they knew not when.

Perhaps by then, they will have a more open-minded view of everything.

If you make a mistake, you must be punished.

Furthermore, the punishment received must be commensurate with the mistakes committed.

Those who make mistakes should truly understand them and regret and correct them; those who are harmed should receive the compensation they deserve; and all living beings should be deterred from repeating the same mistakes.

This is the fairest and simplest principle.

Then Zeus returned the four anchor points to the six giants once again.

After chatting with them for a while, He turned back to Olympus.

It is time to help Metis achieve supreme wisdom!
Then, just after returning to Mount Olympus, Zeus was abducted again.

As He set foot on Mount Olympus, preparing to find Metis and surprise her, He discovered that the surrounding scenery had changed in an instant, and He had entered a special, independent, sacred realm.

Zeus was greatly surprised to see this, but then he became excited and prepared to watch a good show, thinking that Olympus had done something new that he did not know about.

What happened next caused this incorrigible, promiscuous god to once again temporarily forget about his beloved goddess of wisdom.

Within this sacred realm, there was an exquisite moonlit night scene. The night sky resembled crushed black jade, with only a full moon hanging in the mid-sky like an icy soul.

This bright, silvery moon, like a small silver boat, drifts quietly atop the vast sea of ​​stars, its cool, watery silver light transforming into a silent waterfall, slowly cascading down into the boundless night sky.

The gentle moonlight bathed the mountains and fields in a layer of pure silver frost, coating the exotic flowers and plants with a sacred frost.

In this lush mountain wilderness, there are occasionally a few osmanthus trees, pure white and flawless, formed from the pure moonlight, their trunks gleaming with a sacred glow.

In the heart of the mountains lies a vast, icy lake, its surface as smooth as a mirror, perfectly reflecting the bright moon in the sky, creating a harmonious interplay between the two moons.

A gentle breeze swept across the lake, creating soft ripples. The breeze continued to ripple, causing the endless sea of ​​flowers to sway gently.

Just then, a goddess with fair skin and a beautiful face, aloof and elegant, slowly drifted down from the bright moon.

Her bare feet, seemingly sculpted from frost and snow, landed lightly on the surface of the frozen lake, leaving only a circle of shimmering light that gently spread out from the center of the lake.

Her temperament was as cold and aloof as frost, and her beauty was as exquisite as ice sculptures and jade carvings; her face was like a newly blossoming osmanthus flower immersed in an icy spring, exuding a cold and gleaming luster like jade.

Her skin was like the purest radiance, like white jade, without a trace of worldly dust; her pale cherry-colored lips, untouched by the mundane world, seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal-clear frost when she simply pressed them together.

She had a pair of aloof and detached eyebrows, like distant mountains shrouded in mist, always slightly furrowed, as if covered by a thin fog that could never be dispelled; her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes, when they fell, concealed all the ripples in her eyes.

However, what was most breathtaking was her eyes, a pair of bright, silvery-white eyes that shone with the beauty of the moon.

When she raised her eyes, it was as if half a cold, clear moon was contained within them. No mortal dared to look directly at her, otherwise, even their minds would be eternally frozen by this beauty that chilled to the bone.

She was like a pure soul formed from moonlight; simply by standing there quietly, she easily captivated the heart and soul of the god-king.

In this scene, with flowers in full bloom and a bright moon shining, it would be a wonder if Zeus didn't revel in it; otherwise, he would be oblivious to the beauty of nature.

The goddess wore a simple and elegant silver robe, as if she had cut out the entire moonlight and adorned it with her garments. The silver threads embellishing the hem of her skirt, made of moonlight silk, trembled slightly because of her slightly nervous aura.

She quietly took a deep breath, and lightly touched the surface of the lake with her toes, just like a drop of morning dew falling on a blue stone, without making a sound, yet she had already spun around.

Her waist-length, bright white hair, flowing like a waterfall, also danced in the air.

The tranquil lake, reflecting the moonlight, rippled with hazy silver light as she danced.

This mirror-like lake was originally a stage specially made by the goddess.

This is the stage she paved for herself, a stage solely for the display of one god.

This elegant and ethereal goddess is none other than the Eternal Radiance, Mother of Stars, Queen of the Night, Ruler of the Night Sky, Lord of the Silver Crown, Moon Wheel Chaser, Tide Controller, Silver Horn Goddess, Silver Eye Goddess, Ice Flower Goddess, Lord of the Silent Night, Radiance of the Void, Guide of Dreams, Witness of Eternity, the noble and aloof divine radiance of the moon, the face of the Frosty Moon—Selene!

She does not dance for mortals, nor for the boisterous feast of the gods. No living being is worthy to see her dance.

She was offering a solo dance to the supreme, benevolent, and beautiful god-king Zeus in her own cold, quiet, and sacred domain, a dance that belonged only to Him!
As she danced gracefully, countless laurel petals fell like rain.

With each light touch of her jade-like toes, lotus flowers, pure and elegant, formed from moonlight, would bloom on the surface of the mirror-like lake.

At the same time, a strangely clear, ethereal, and melodious murmur of singing quietly arose from all directions.

Her dance steps are a silent poem, a supreme hymn to eternal emptiness.

Her figure was as light as the wind, each step seemingly treading on the trajectory of the stars; each spin stirred up the deepest azure of this cool moonlit night.

Her arm slowly rose, like a silver ribbon winding through the night sky.

With a light touch of her fingertips, she easily plucked the invisible strings of the "Enchanting" harp.

Her slender, jade-like arms embraced the invisible moonlight, the holy silver glow, which gently swayed with each of her leaps, then floated and swirled before the somewhat dazed God-King.

Gentle shards of light flowed with her figure; her skirt swept across the lake's surface, yet not a single drop of water was stained.

Occasionally, when she spun around in front of the God-King, the thin hem of her garment would brush against His flowing robes almost imperceptibly.

However, once they touched, she would quickly withdraw, her upright back straightening again, as if that momentary closeness was merely an unintentional, accidental entanglement of moonlight.

This sense of distance, sometimes near and sometimes far, made her sometimes soar into the air, dancing with the moon in the sky; at other times, she would slowly sink down, stirring up gentle ripples in the night.

When she tilts her head back, her slender neck traces a graceful curve like that of a swan; when she lightly touches her fingertips, the silvery stardust transforms into shooting stars, just barely grazing the God-King's shoulder; the moonlight, like water, also deliberately sweeps across the God-King's dazzling golden hair.

The goddess of the moon, her appearance is the ultimate sublimation of the "night sky".

Her fair skin shone brightly under the moonlight; her deep eyes were even colder than the stars in the night sky.

She possessed no warmth or human touch, yet seemed to contain the loneliness and deep affection of the entire universe.

Her aloofness and detachment seemed to reject all approach. Yet, within her graceful dance, a subtle, fatal tenderness, existing only for one person, was quietly revealed.

When Zeus's gaze fell upon her, her drooping eyelashes would inadvertently tremble slightly.

When she looked up again, the cold moon in her eyes seemed to have been softened by the spring breeze.

However, this tenderness was so fleeting, like an illusion, that it was quickly replaced by an ancient, aloof pride.

He seemed to want to refuse but then welcomed, seemed to want to leave but then stayed, seemed close yet distant, seemed to want to speak but then held back.

The God-King, unknowingly, followed the goddess's dance steps, slowly approaching her.

However, the speed at which the distance between Him and this goddess was shortening was astonishingly slow.

But the God-King seemed completely unconcerned.

When the dance ended, all was silent.

The distance between the two gods is now no more than a body length away.

She concluded the dance with an elegant kneeling gesture.

The silver gauze dress cascaded down, like frost and snow.

Her noble head was slightly lowered, revealing her smooth forehead and her incredibly slender and graceful neck.

Her fingertips gently brushed across the silver threads of her skirt, as if smoothing out the folds of moonlight.

Her eyes looked down, and her voice, ethereal and serene, was as soft as moonlight: "This dance is dedicated only to the God-King."

As she finished speaking, she slowly raised her eyes, and her gaze met Zeus's.

In that glance, there was the coolness of moonlight, the aloofness of a goddess, and a hint of unspoken, hidden admiration.

The corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows curved slightly. The pale cherry blossom color on her lips seemed to have gained a touch of warmth.

But just as Zeus was about to speak, she quickly lowered her eyes.

At the same time, the tips of her fair and delicate ears also subtly blushed with a faint pink hue under the moonlight.

But it was fleeting.

Soon, it was obscured again by the cool, silvery light.

All that remained was that chilling aura.

Zeus couldn't help but step forward and gently and carefully took the moon goddess's slender hands, gazing somewhat dazedly at Selene's clear, flawless, and frost-like face.

For a moment, they even forgot how to say the sweet words that were etched into their very bones.

This Lord of Qinghui, who was always aloof, arrogant, and distant, suddenly made a move of such high skill that he immediately charmed this God-King.

(Super God Technique - Supreme Charm Technique, God King Special Forces Version - Moon Goddess's Dance!)

Even the most knowledgeable and experienced god-king, even the most seasoned lover, was immediately and thoroughly bewitched by the Lord of Pure Radiance's painstaking preparations.

(End of this chapter)