Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 267 The Ceremony of the Firstborn Son
When Hera returned surrounded by goddesses, the first thing she saw was her beloved god-king standing smiling before the palace, personally welcoming her.

A sudden warmth filled her heart; the joy of her first child's impending birth was instantly replaced by a deeper, more intense happiness.

This goddess, who was usually proud and reserved, gave Zeus a look full of infinite tenderness, which was quite rare.

Before her cloud had even descended, Zeus's figure had already traversed space and arrived in front of her.

He gently embraced her and walked with her into the temple.

The beautiful Hera blushed slightly, after all, she was in front of everyone.

She secretly gave Zeus a reproachful look, signaling him to be careful, since his sisters were still there.

Zeus merely smiled slightly, the shameless king of the gods appearing calm and composed, giving Demeter, Hestia, and other goddesses a kind and tender look.

Except for Demeter, who gave Him a slightly coquettish glare, feigning displeasure, the other goddesses all returned a gentle smile.

To be honest, even if I'm about to give birth, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

Gods are, after all, not human.

The so-called "production risk" simply does not exist.

Hera was about to give birth, but her abdomen remained as flat as a mirror, without the slightest bulge.

The main reason Zeus rushed back was a matter of attitude.

Attitude is very important!

Especially for immortal deities, "attention" and "concern" are sometimes more important than any tangible help.

Sure enough, Hera no longer dislikes Zeus at all, and looks at him with unprecedented tenderness.

Her beloved God King's genuine care and undisguised, unique affection made her heart feel as if it were soaking in the sweetest divine honey.

It was thoroughly soaked and softened by this sweet water.

Although she is about to give birth, she doesn't feel any urgency at all, nor does she need to prepare anything. She is just waiting for the appointed time to arrive.

All I can say is that gods and humans are truly different.

Seven beautiful goddesses, each with unparalleled charm, surrounded Zeus. For a moment, the temple was filled with fragrant breezes and dazzling divine light.

The God-King couldn't resist secretly taking advantage of the situation, while Hera, in a great mood, pretended not to see it.

Zeus felt both triumphant and wistful.

It's really not easy to have such a lively yet peaceful atmosphere on ordinary days.

No goddess would be so tactless as to steal the spotlight today.

On this crucial day, these gentle and loving goddesses all took good care of Hera's feelings.

Of course, one very important reason is that no goddess wanted to anger Zeus, who was in a good mood, on this day.

Before long, Metis arrived here with Eurynome.

In a short time, this magnificent temple of fertility had gathered nine supreme goddesses.

Moreover, they were all great goddesses who were closest to Zeus.

However, after the arrival of the Metis sisters, the originally harmonious atmosphere in the temple became less natural.

It wasn't because of Hera, but because of Demeter.

Demeter said she had let go, but it wasn't so easy for her to be able to let go immediately.

Her target wasn't Hera, of course, but Metis!
Metis, this "outer goddess," harbored resentment towards Zeus for becoming his first wife.

My own three sisters are truly my own gods, so everything is easy to say.

Kemetis, he's a complete "outsider"!

The way she looked at Metis always carried an unconscious, yet perceptible, scrutinizing, and aloof quality.

How perceptive is the goddess of wisdom?
She immediately noticed Demeter's unfriendly gaze.

She simply smiled, and with a seemingly casual yet actually commanding gaze, she calmly approached him, even nodding to him.

Metis's "generous" act only fueled Demeter's resentment.

However, out of respect for Hera, and with Zeus also present, Demeter didn't actually cause a scene on the spot.

However, the atmosphere inevitably became a bit cold.

Occasionally, the goddesses would exchange a few lighthearted banter.

Zeus keenly sensed the subtle "electric sparks" in the air and could only try his best to maneuver within them.

He secretly groaned to himself: "Oh dear! I was able to get a little something from everyone just now! Now, I can't get anything at all!"
This shameless god-king is truly beyond saving...

Soon, the moment of the birth of the God-King's eldest son arrived.

Although the King of Gods longed to be by the side of his beloved Hera and witness this sacred moment.

However, amidst the gazes of the goddesses—some looking at him as trash, others with disdain, some in shock, and others speechless—he was still awkwardly "invited" out of the temple.

As the palace doors closed, Olympus seemed to have been turned on by someone gently flipping a switch.

Once again, a magnificent phenomenon appeared across the entire sky. The illusory threads of the celestial network were once again clearly visible in the universe.

The endless mysteries, the runes representing "creation," were displayed before all beings like golden sunlight, without reservation.

At the very beginning of its creation, the God of Creation generously bestowed upon all the spirits of the universe the endless mysteries of creation.

Zeus was overjoyed, and with a wave of his hand, nine-colored auspicious clouds instantly covered the entire world.

The joyful thunder roared majestically through the sky, dispelling all filth and gloom from the world.

The divine power of the God-King condensed into endless, countless petals of all colors, like an unending spring rain of flowers, drifting and scattering across the world, bringing boundless blessings to all beings, allowing them to celebrate this day together.

Not long after, a strange light shone out from the Temple of Fertility.

The light illuminated the entire Olympus in an instant.

Then, with speeds surpassing all others, it shone upon the entire world and the entire universe.

In an instant, the entire universe was bathed in the sacred radiance of "creation".

Zeus smiled slightly, his golden eyes suddenly narrowed, and thunder roared.

He had suddenly revealed his supreme and mighty divine body of thunder!
That most glorious, most sacred, most majestic, most powerful, and most magnificent divine body of the God-King!

The omniscient and omnipotent God-King did not unleash his full power.

Even so, the entire Mount Olympus was no different from a speck of dust in the face of His divine form at this moment.

It was a vastness and grandeur that absolutely could not be described in any language or writing.

Its sheer size is beyond comparison, description, or portrayal by any word.

In fact, His magnificent divine body has become the very concept of "greatness," the ultimate measure of all "grandeur."

The entire world that exists has already been grasped in His hands.

The boundless universe is inherently empty and limitless.

However, even after the God-King stretched out His magnificent divine body, He still appeared so cramped and small.

Even so, the omnipotent God-King had only casually displayed the tip of the iceberg of his power.

At His will, thunder and lightning arise, and clouds appear.

The golden-white lightning, transcending dimensions, banished all darkness and shadow from the entire universe, transforming it into a pure realm of light.

Then, the supreme god-king extended his great hand.

The endless sea of ​​stars is entirely within his grasp.

But the God King's target was not the sea of ​​stars. This giant hand stretched straight out, reaching directly beyond the world of "existence"!

They arrived in that place called "Tartars," an eternal, endless void!
Under the supreme and unparalleled power of the God-King, even the pure "nothingness," the eternal chaos—Tartars—instinctively trembled and retreated in fear before the pure power of the God-King.

A bolt of lightning was casually tossed out by Him.

The pure nothingness, the endless chaos, all silently began their most violent upheaval under the power of the God-King.

The chaotic void, under the thunder, began to twist, tremble, and collapse, and a qualitative change quickly occurred.

"Nothing" has been transformed into "something".

The God-King ruthlessly seized and plundered this most primal power born from "nothingness," and incorporated the boundless "creative radiance" of his own child into it.

The enormous golden eyes of the supreme deity flickered slightly.

The "fire of creation" bestowed by Hestia arose from nothingness in this pure void!

And driven by the God-King, it burned fiercely, fueled by the endless power of nothingness!

Within this pure nothingness, the radiance of "creation" and the sacred "fire of creation" relentlessly devoured the power of "nothingness."

Until it was forged and refined by thunder, it finally took its final, complete form!

It was a creation hammer that shimmered with an inextinguishable flame, its entire body a golden-blue color, ancient and solemn!
The supreme artifact of creation was thus born in the hands of the God-King.

This is a supreme artifact personally forged by the God-King for the birth of his eldest son.

This hammer is named SphyraKtiseos (σφρακτσεω, meaning the hammer that created the world)!

This hammer is based on the "light of creation," ignited by "nothingness" to create the "fire of creation," and forged into shape by "thunder."

Everything can be forged, life and death can be created!
It has the power to "create" and exercise the great creation from "nothing" to "something"!

Life and death, yin and yang, are all contained within it.

There is nothing in this world that this hammer cannot create!
The roar gradually subsided, but the echoes of the heavens and earth remained.

If a deity were to look up at this moment, what they would see is a majestic hand crackling with lightning, pulling back "nothingness" from the border of "existence," and then sealing it as "existence" with fire and law.

Every unseen thunderbolt strikes, leaving behind a new rune deep within the universe.

Those were the rules written by the "God of Creation" within the order of Heaven.

(End of this chapter)