Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 242 A Bird Enters My Arms (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month~~~)

With a single, expressionless glance from the God-King, the oppressive force of the thunder silently dissipated.

A terrifying, heavy, and majestic sense of oppression, like the sky itself, descended instantly, causing Ning Jingleto's delicate body to tremble violently.

But she still managed to calm herself down and looked up at the person in front of her, her true and only master.

Zeus coldly rebuked, "You are the close goddess of my beloved Hera. She protected you, forgave all your past transgressions, and generously bestowed upon you a new and great law. She has always been kind to you sisters."

"You are also worldly-wise and intelligent. Over such a long period of time, you have come to understand her temperament well enough."

"She dotes on you so much, so you should know how much harm all that you are doing will cause her."

The voice of the God-King grew colder and colder, each word like a divine hammer striking heavily upon Leto's divinity.

"Does this mean you have absolutely no conscience?"

Zeus's fingers, which were pinching her delicate chin, had tightened slightly.

The force was just right, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make the goddess in front of him feel a little pain.

The God-King's voice was no longer gentle, but rather like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding throughout the land.

Every word struck Leto's heart with a heavy blow, and an indescribable fear followed, engulfing all her divinity.

Above the temple, distant thunder seemed to be rolling in from the depths of the clouds, and the invisible pressure seemed to be announcing that in the next second, the God King's terrifying wrath would manifest as a torrent of lightning.

However, this fear, originating from the depths of divinity, was fleeting in Leto's eyes.

She remained obediently submissive, gently opening her lips to reply in a soft yet firm voice, "Your Majesty, the goddess Hera has protected us sisters and shown us great kindness. We will repay her kindness with all our might for eternity."

"But you are our true and only master. You have conquered everything."

"We are your spoils of war. You are the only conqueror who has all power over us."

“You did not punish us losers without mercy, as the god-kings of old did.”

"On the contrary, it was you who personally forgave us. This boundless kindness of yours is something we can never repay."

She paused slightly, as if gathering her courage, and then said, "You are our conqueror, and I long to be conquered by you. In fact, I have already been conquered by you."

“Hera is my goddess, and I should serve her. But you are the master of everything, and your will is my will, which is above all else.”

"Therefore, how could I possibly hide anything from you in the slightest?"

"This is from a public perspective."

"As for, as for personal matters..."

Her voice grew softer, carrying a hint of willing humility that would make even the gods tremble: "You have already conquered everything about me, including my divinity and all my thoughts."

"I willingly submit to you, and whatever you choose to do with me, I will do it willingly and without hesitation."

"Your Majesty, you are so radiant and majestic, you are the greatest and most sacred god."

"Is it a goddess's fault that she was conquered because she could not resist your radiance?"

"Your Majesty, everything originates from your will. I will always obey your will."

"Whether you are willing to have mercy on me and bestow upon me your great and precious love, or ignore me and discard me like trash, I will obey you absolutely and unconditionally."

She reiterated her firm belief: "Whatever your will may be, I will absolutely obey and carry it out."

Zeus's lips curved slightly upward, forming a mysterious smile that instantly dispelled the oppressive aura that could freeze all divinity.

He finally released Leto's jaw, then gently pinched her smooth, delicate face with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "You are indeed clever and obedient. In that case, it really wasn't your fault."

With the appearance of the God-King's smiling face, all the chilling coldness and terrifying pressure turned into a gentle spring breeze.

Zeus admired the perfect eloquence and performance before him, and his appreciation for the beautiful goddess grew even stronger.

This is the kind of goddess who is truly charming.

"Remember my words, serve my beloved Hera well."

Leto turned her cheek slightly and affectionately pressed her delicate face against the broad palm that controlled the universe.

She gently caressed her, whispering, "Your Majesty, Hera is our chief goddess, and we will absolutely obey her will. However, this obedience will always be based on the premise that it does not conflict with your will."

"In addition, we will do everything we can to repay the kindness and blessings of the chief goddess Hera."

Zeus nodded in satisfaction, gazing at the stunningly beautiful face before him, and suddenly said, "I will forgive Coeus and Phoebe from now on."

“They once trampled on my authority, but I have taken back their power. All that is past is over.”

It was a plain statement, but to Leto, it was like the wildest thunderbolt striking down, instantly piercing his heart!
Her heart trembled violently, her delicate body stiffened abruptly, and her heartbeat seemed to freeze. Deep within her golden eyes, a turbulent storm was brewing.

She was about to say something when Zeus pinched her cheek, interrupting her.

His Majesty the God-King smiled, looking at her with eyes that seemed to see through everything: "Leto, Leto, beautiful and serene, wise and clear-minded, please continue to be so. You are truly charming, and I like you very much."

"Perhaps, one day in the future, I too will be captivated by your beauty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the God-King's figure transformed into a dazzling golden lightning bolt and vanished without a trace.

Leto stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

After a long while, she gently raised her hand and touched her pretty face.

There was still a faint trace of pain there, as well as the irresistible warmth of that hand.

The calm heartbeat she had forcibly suppressed finally broke free from the shackles of reason and began to beat wildly at an extraordinary speed.

At this moment, she, who held the power of "insight," could clearly confirm that everything was in the eyes of His Majesty the God-King.

This answer made her heart flutter, but it also moved her even more.

His Majesty the Supreme God-King is indeed a generous and affectionate ruler.

But she didn't have time to savor the moment. She quickly composed herself and immediately sent a telepathic message to her sister, instructing Asteria to find the most suitable reason to temporarily leave Hera's side.

Your Majesty the God-King is almost here.

We mustn't delay His Majesty's important business.

Leto remained at the temple, so Asteria naturally served Hera by her side.

Hera has been in a really bad mood lately.

But she was, after all, an extremely gentle and kind goddess, and she would bear everything herself.

Before the Pantheon, the blissful feeling of embracing the most beloved God-King had turned into the sweetest poison.

This indelible mark of memory always caused her to repeatedly yearn for and suffer between day and night.

She deeply hated her own incompetence, wondering why she couldn't erase all of this from her memory.
Even after the Pantheon, the god-king who had just expressed his love for her again remained unrestrained and did not correct his ways in the slightest.

First, he ran into the Netherworld and became entangled with the alluring goddess of the night.

Back in Olympus, before even returning to the temple, she had already conceived a lovely child with Selene, the Lord of Light.

Then, before all the gods, he announced Demeter as his fourth wife.

All of this made Hera feel extremely miserable.

It seems that his beloved god-king has not done anything important and has only been busy getting involved with different goddesses!

If this trend continues, it's estimated that in just a few years, the number of the God-King's wives will be too many to count on two hands.

But what about yourself?
What can I do?

Should we continue to hold on?
Holding on to that future that I had long foreseen, a future destined to become increasingly tragic.

She was constantly subjected to the ever-growing impulse of primordial divinity, as well as the invisible requests and urgings of the entire universe.

This double pressure was almost completely crushing her resilient divinity.

As the Great Mother Goddess, she truly should fulfill her most sacred duty.

Now, she can forcibly separate the derived laws.

But what about the future?

Can we continue to separate the newly created laws one by one indefinitely?
If this continues, she will either have to find other living beings to have children with, or she will have to have children on her own.

She would never even consider finding other living beings; that option was never within her purview.

Then, the only path left is to conceive on one's own.

But
I am still a virgin god!

All I want, and all I wish for, is to conceive a child with my beloved God-King!

But the God-King's embrace could never be reserved solely for her.

Heaven knows how much envy and love Hera, the "great mother goddess of procreation," felt when she saw the lovely children that Zeus and the other goddesses had given birth to.

Her maternal instincts are the strongest in the universe.

And now, the entire Olympus is almost becoming a place of sorrow for her.

As far as the eye can see, the sacred mountains are filled with the wives of the gods and their children.

Or, they are goddesses who have already had intimate relations with the God-King, but have not yet become his wives.
She wanted to clear her mind and ease her inner turmoil, and now she could only descend to the mortal realm and come to this vast land.

She refused to bring any fairy attendants, keeping only Asteria by her side.

On the earth, the two brothers Prometheus have recently created quite a few lives, some of which are rather interesting.

Especially recently, they created a race called "humans" with great fanfare, even enlisting the help of the great Mother Goddess of All Things and the Goddess of Wisdom. Hera keenly sensed that her beloved God-King must value this newborn race immensely.

She was also very interested in this and was preparing to go and see the newborn humans.

However, she wasn't in a hurry and simply strolled over with Asteria at a leisurely pace.

For immortal gods, the scenery along the way is often more important than the destination.

Just then, Asteria, who was beside her, suddenly said softly, "Honorable Lord God, I have heard that Epimetheus is also with Prometheus."

“I have met Him a few times. He is not a very likable god. Sometimes He does stupid things that embarrass God.”

"How about I go and take a look first? If He is here, I will ask Him to go and wander around somewhere else, so as not to disturb your mood."

Hera pondered for a moment.

She really didn't want to deal with idiots.

Seeing an idiot easily reminds her of Poseidon, who was also an idiot—a guy who gave her both a headache and a sense of helplessness.

She nodded gently, a faint smile on her face, and said with a smile, "Very well, then thank you for your trouble, Asteria."

Asteria smiled slightly, her expression pure: "It's nothing arduous. Please enjoy the scenery along the way while I go and take a look."

Hera nodded slightly, and Asteria's figure transformed into a streak of light and departed.

For a moment, Hera was all that remained between heaven and earth, and the mountains and plains were instantly silent.

Before long, the sky seemed to be slowly creased by an invisible giant hand, a fierce wind swept through the forest, gloom surged, and layers of clouds rose.

Then, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a torrential downpour suddenly poured down, turning the mountains and rivers into a white expanse, with only the sound of water remaining between heaven and earth.

A sudden downpour began, but Hera paid no attention.

A warm, golden light naturally emanated from her, isolating her from all dust and dampness.

However, he wandered alone and forlornly across this vast land.

The rain curtain is also a symbol of "He" that she is most familiar with—wind, clouds, thunder, and rain are all the language of that Lord of the Sky.

Enveloped by this sudden dark cloud, Hera, who had been slightly relaxed by the beautiful scenery, immediately became depressed again.

Just then, a thin shadow fluttered in through the rain.

A little lark is struggling to withstand the raging wind and rain.

But how could this tiny bird, with its minuscule body, possibly withstand the majesty of the heavens?

It could only drift aimlessly and dizzily in the raging wind and rain.

Its once glossy feathers were now completely soaked by the cold rain.

Its small body struggled to flap its wings in the gaps between the wind and rain, swaying heavily and finding it difficult to move.

The most beautiful and melodious sound in her throat was now obscured by the cold, leaving only one mournful cry after another.

The sound was faint and barely audible in the thunderstorm, as if it could be swallowed up by the wind and rain at any moment.

This bird caught Hera's eye and touched her heart, which had been repeatedly battered by storms lately.

In this poor, pitiful, and helpless bird, she seemed to see herself.

A pitiful creature, also trapped in the storms of life, swept up by the tempest of love, powerless to break free and with nowhere to escape.

The trembling, weak sound immediately filled her heart with immense pity.

So she opened her arms, gently raised her hand, and with a gentle divine power extending from her jade fingers, slowly guided the bird, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse in the wind and rain, into her embrace.

This bird was quite intelligent; it didn't struggle or panic at all.

Simply following Hera's incredibly gentle guidance, they readily surrendered themselves to the great mother goddess's hands, obediently resting in her palm.

Gentle and loving Hera held the little bird in her palm, gently brushed away all the water stains from its body, and used her warm divine power to dry its already soaked body.

The bird in her palm was completely obedient, letting her do whatever she wanted.

Without the slightest resistance or defiance, it would often sing its most beautiful voice, clear and melodious, as if to express its gratitude for the goddess's supreme tenderness.

But even after the water was wiped away, the little bird still seemed to be shivering from the cold, its tiny body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing its pitiful appearance, Hera felt even more affection for it, and she gently placed it in front of her warm body.

This cunning bird knew exactly where the warmest spot was, and without any hesitation, it slipped into her embrace, nimbly and precisely landing in front of her.

As if they had found a nest, they curled up directly in the great mother goddess's warm and soft embrace.

Seemingly sensing a warmth that could melt away all the cold, the little bird kept rubbing its head between the two majestic mountains, as if searching for the warmest spot.

And every now and then, it would gently peck at something with its tiny beak, as if it had returned from the freezing cold to spring, full of vitality!

By now, the bird's movements were clearly somewhat off.

But Hera, whose mood was already low and who was filled with endless pity, did not notice anything amiss at that moment.

After all, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the little bird.

Judging from its aura, it seemed to be just an ordinary bird, so I didn't think much of it.

The Great Mother Goddess is kind and benevolent, nurturing all living beings; this is her duty.

Therefore, instead of stopping it, she embraced the bird with even more tenderness, warming it with her own body heat.

She was completely unaware that she had already allowed that cunning god-king's despicable scheme to succeed.

That's right, this lark is Zeus!
If He hadn't transformed Himself, it would have been impossible for Him to escape Hera's keen senses.

This time, He transformed into a lark, not the cuckoo (cuckoo) with its less-than-stellar reputation.

Those who fabricated the cuckoo story are clearly using the cuckoo's characteristics to smear Him in the dark!
He won't turn into a cuckoo!

However, larks are allowed.

He knew that, given Hera's gentle and loving nature, she would absolutely not stand idly by when she saw this poor bird.

The plan was a great success!

Normally, it would be unthinkable to receive such proactive and gentle treatment from one's beloved Hera, or to be able to snuggle so comfortably in front of her.

The embrace of the Great Mother Goddess is real.
OK!

The embrace of the Great Mother Goddess is indeed a safe haven for all spirits!
Zeus was tightly embraced by the two soft and warm snow mountains, completely enveloped by the ultimate feeling of happiness.

He almost forgot what the real purpose of his trip was.

Hera, whose mind had been extremely depressed, felt a sense of unease quickly surface in her divine thoughts after recovering somewhat.

Something's not right.
It's all such a coincidence.

The rain fell at just the right time; the birds flew in at just the right time.

Moreover, this bird is far too intelligent.
In my arms, it was abnormally well-behaved.

Even though I have a natural, motherly affinity for all living things, this bird's behavior is just too unlike that of a real bird.

wrong!

Hera looked down, her golden eyes shining.

What on earth is that bird doing?!

Where did its beak go?!
Hera's gentle, pretty face suddenly changed, turning cold and stern.

She reached into her bosom and grabbed the bird that was running amok!
With a slight exertion, her jade-like hand was completely unharmed!

The feathers between my fingers were soft and smooth, yet I felt a divine intent that was familiar to my very bones!

As everyone knows, His Majesty the God-King has never been able to resist temptation.

Moreover, if He could control himself when facing His beloved Hera, that would be the greatest disrespect to His beloved Hera!

Thus, without realizing it, He had already gone quite too far.
"Zeus!"

She was both ashamed and angry, her cheeks flushed red, and she squeezed out her favorite name from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Hera, who is usually gentle, is genuinely angry, which is rare for her.

The king, jolted back to his senses by those cold words, felt a sudden chill run down his spine: 'Oh no!'

So the bird, which Hera had already held tightly in her palm, immediately let out an extremely shrill cry, then its eyes rolled back and its neck twisted to the side.

He decisively chose to play dead.

Hera looked at the clumsy bird that was tilting its head and pretending to be dead, "acting very well" in the palm of her hand.

Her red lips curled slightly upwards, revealing a hint of icy amusement: 'Still pretending!'

With a sudden burst of strength, her slender hands exerted their power, and she wanted to teach Zeus a lesson he would never forget!

The result, naturally, was to no avail.

Even though she used all her strength, she still couldn't hurt the bird in the slightest.

The immense power that could have crushed mountains and split seas only made this "feather" rounder.

(End of this chapter)