Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 269 Boros

Zeus looked at his beloved Hestia, and his heart was filled with boundless warmth.

Whenever Hestia is by my side, there is always that warmth and peace of mind that can soothe everything.

He held Hephaestus close, pressed his cheek against his son's small face, and whispered to him, "My child, you must always remember this warmth from the 'warm fire'."

"This warmth is eternal and indispensable. Even we immortal gods cannot live without it."

"Remember, God does not exist in solitude."

The newly born Hephaestus did not yet understand the true meaning of these words.

However, He could feel the flame within His own heartbeat.

He could feel the warmth from the Mother Goddess and his aunt; he could feel the wonderful atmosphere.

He liked the atmosphere at that moment, with all the gods sitting together, talking, laughing, and embracing, a warmth and intimacy connecting them all.

However, Zeus was not allowed to stay in the temple for long.

When He is here, many goddesses don't feel comfortable chatting.

In fact, Zeus himself was somewhat uncomfortable, after all, he never knew when he would be subjected to a sarcastic remark.

He put the child down, shook his head, and strolled out of the Temple of Fertility, feeling as happy as the wind rolling in the clouds.

With Hestia, the warmest flame in the universe, as the glue that holds the whole family together, the atmosphere in this family is truly warm and comforting!
If things continue like this, the dream of sleeping together might not be out of the question!

After all, with the warm Olympic flame keeping the bed warm, it's absolutely impossible for them to fight over a cold bed.

The family atmosphere right now is simply perfect!
Indeed, this family cannot live without Hestia!
That shameless, hopeless god-king is so smug he's practically losing his mind.

He also kept marveling at the unparalleled good fortune of the child Hephaestus.

Her birth mother was Hera, the queen of procreation; her godmother was Metis, the ruler of wisdom.

His aunt Hestia bestowed upon him the sacred "fire of creation" even before he was born; another aunt, Demeter, also promised to regard him as her own son.

There were also Eurynome, Adriestia, Ide, Leto, and Asteria, all great goddesses who possessed the authority to either protect or care for children, who together looked after Him.

This is an absolutely perfect start.

What's this called? This is called the protection of the young by all the gods!

However, this is normal.

Even if the eldest son of the God-King can never inherit the throne, he is naturally entitled to this great favor.

If a god-king cannot even show favoritism and protection to his own loved ones and children, then his so-called "protection of all beings" is nothing but an empty and hypocritical slogan.

True universal love is always rooted in the most sincere personal love.

If you don't give your love to your partner and children, then to whom should you give it?

Love your own family first, then love the community.

A god who doesn't even know how to love his own little family can never truly love the much larger "greater family".

Love is inherently selfish; great love is the most "greedy" kind of love.

Ok……

It's a good thing that none of the children can ever inherit the throne of the God-King; at least, they won't fight over it, right?

It also helps children to be united and friendly. Even if they quarrel, it won't come to the point of life and death.

Congratulations, congratulations.

Moreover, the eldest son is a warm and benevolent god. With such a good elder brother setting a good example, the family atmosphere will always be better.

After all, even though the older brother has a good personality, it really hurts to be hit on the head with a hammer...

Meanwhile, in the netherworld, a certain goddess of the night, whose name is unknown but whose identity is known throughout the universe, is nearly driven mad with jealousy.

The commotion at the birth of the eldest son of the God-King was so great that even describing it as "earth-shattering" would be an exaggeration.

That was a magnificent miracle in which the entire universe, and indeed all "real existence" and "endless nothingness," were thoroughly stirred up by the wild and unparalleled power of the God-King.

The laws trembled, the runes echoed, the sea of ​​stars surged like a tide, and even Tartarus greeted the arrival of the firstborn son of the god-king with a mournful cry.

The love of the God-King for his eldest son is beyond question.

How much of this love is due to the fact that this eldest son was conceived together with Hera?
The Goddess of Night dared not even think about this matter in detail.

Even now, it's enough to drive her insane with jealousy.

Even if the thought only crosses your mind, jealousy will surge upwards from the deepest part of the underworld, crashing against the shore of the dark night, like an invisible and shapeless night tide.

The beast of jealousy, which had been born in my heart at some unknown time, was unleashed by this thought, roaring wildly and gnawing at my heart.

The elusive yet undeniably real black tide, fueled by the jealousy and love of the Lord of Night, has been churning wildly throughout the Netherworld. It is not a material entity, but rather the pure, tangible "night" itself stirring within.

The Netherworld, which had previously shone with a faint silvery-gray light thanks to the Nether Moon, was now completely shrouded in thick darkness, with not a single ray of light visible.

The pure, absolute night, like a curtain, like the sea, like the pulse of an abyss, completely obscures everything.

Even ghosts, skilled at traversing the darkness, can no longer see their own outlines.

The raging night brought the most extreme fear to all beings in the underworld, a fear that seemed to have already fallen into eternal nothingness.

Hades slumped helplessly on his divine throne. He casually pulled a wisp of flowing darkness over his head, as if pulling a blanket over it.

sleep!
I really can't be bothered with this annoying thing.

However, something else that angered the goddess of night immediately followed.

While she waited anxiously, the son of the goddess of wisdom, Metis, was born.

When "wisdom" draws the blueprint for "power" to "success"; when "reason" finds the most perfect "path" for "authority".

The great deity, who embodies the supreme divine king and supreme wisdom, and is the crystallization of love, was born in gentle and solemn light under the breathless gaze of all the goddesses.

Countless golden threads of logic emerged in the universe, like an invisible, self-weaving grand formula.

Countless keyholes for "questions" and keys for "answers" appear, collide, and then fit together perfectly in the void, emitting a crisp and melodious "click" sound, like the plucking of cosmic strings.

The embodiment of "fulfillment," "method," "opportunity," "adaptability," "success," and "abundance"—Poros, following Hephaestus, was truly born.

This is a god who loves to laugh. Unlike his elder brother, who is mature and steady, he is more optimistic, resilient, confident, and quick-witted.

He has short, slightly curly hair, half gold and half purple, and his eyes are naturally double pupils, also half gold and half purple.

His appearance was not as strong and heroic as his brother's, but more gentle and beautiful, which made him more like his mother goddess.

At the time of His birth, Zeus, within the order of the heavens, also personally created a supreme divine artifact for Him as a gift for His birth.

This artifact is named Automatia (Ατοματα), meaning "self-contained artifact".

This instrument is formed by "method" as its skeleton, "opportunity" as its vein, "effort" as its nurturing force, and "success" as its finishing touch, and is born from "perfection".

It is the ultimate culmination of the combination of "fate" and "effort," and a concrete manifestation of the perfect integration of "method" and "opportunity."

This vessel is itself "self-contained".

This instrument enables all things to form their own upward system; it allows effort and accumulation to follow the terrain like water, finding their own direction.

It symbolizes the supreme philosophy that "everything happens by its own course and opportunities arise naturally."

When "preparation" meets "opportunity," "success" will happen naturally.

Poros was born as a child, under the special restrictions imposed on him by his mother Metis, and was about the same age and size as Hephaestus.

This is both Metis's gentle restraint and the deepest maternal love bestowed by the goddess of wisdom.

This is the fundamental constraint on "enrichment" and "growth": everything starts from "teachability and malleability".

Furthermore, Metis solemnly requested Hera to be Boros's sole godmother.

Hera agreed without hesitation.

This is not merely a return gift, but rather the deepest trust and shared commitment between goddesses.

Thus, from birth, Poros, with the unanimous consent of Hera and Metis, studied and grew up alongside Hephaestus under the tutelage of the goddesses.

Their growth will not be as slow as that of mortal spirits.

Their growth in one month is equivalent to the growth of a mortal spirit in one year.

Until these two most important joyous events at Olympus came to a temporary end.

While my beloved goddesses are all currently full of interest, they are devoting all their energy to the new and exciting task of taking care of children.

Seeing that the weather was perfect, the cunning king of the gods immediately prepared to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak out of Olympus and go "hang out"!

We really have no choice but to go now.

The Lady of the Night is going crazy.

The messages from the Night Lady have recently escalated from a string of complaints, longing, coquetry, and requests to unconventional threats.

Not long ago, she gave a final "gentle reminder" in the divine thought channel that if she didn't go soon, she would devour the entire Netherworld!
Although, this is unlikely.

However, it's not necessarily impossible.

Who can guarantee what a supreme and eternal goddess, driven to madness by jealousy and love, might do?
As before, the moment Zeus stepped into the underworld, the goddess of night clearly sensed it.

(End of this chapter)