Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 291 The God King Arrives!

If it weren't for the extraordinary birth of the first generation of humans, whose physique far surpassed that of ordinary mortals in later generations...

Otherwise, even if all one million people died, it would be impossible to complete such a project in just six months.

Although such a project is utterly insignificant to a great deity, and such a scene still seems far too shabby.

But for humanity today, this is the most massive project they have ever created, even with all their strength.

Even for modern humans, this temple and altar are considered a true miracle.

Even humans themselves could not have imagined that they could create such a magnificent project using only human power!
Before they actually achieve it, this is something they wouldn't even dare to think about.

If it weren't for God's personal guidance and constant encouragement, they probably wouldn't even have the courage to try, let alone do it.

However, the price to pay for all of this is extremely high.

For all of this, some died from being crushed by boulders in the quarry; some fell off cliffs and died while carrying loads; some died from exhaustion; some died from injuries; and many more starved to death just to squeeze out a bite of food to feed these laborers…

As for those who were injured or disabled as a result, the number is countless.

But Prometheus knew that all the cruel sacrifices before him were worthwhile.

If humanity is unwilling to use its own flesh and blood and sweat to bear the weight of this solemn sacrifice, it will never be able to call itself a worthy recipient of protection before the gods.

Many people will pay for this, but if it can bring eternal protection, the survival and prosperity of the race, then this is the price that must be paid.

Prometheus believed that humanity's all-out efforts would surely move the gods, and would surely move the benevolent king of the gods.

Everything we are doing now is for a brighter future, so that our entire community can survive better.

However, He still couldn't stop feeling heartbroken about it.

Watching your beloved child die is perhaps the most painful thing in the world.

Starvation, in particular, is the most painful way to die; the suffering endured before death is unimaginable.

He looked at the hundred adult bulls, all pure white in color and robust in physique.

Just to gather these one hundred pure-colored bulls that met the sacrificial standards, countless people died and countless human efforts and resources were wasted.

How many people's lives have been disrupted because of this? How many hands have cracked and bled from harvesting hay? How many people have become emaciated yet still wholeheartedly feed them?

They were carefully cared for, and then they were to be offered as sacrifices.

Behind the sacrificial rites, countless people are suffering from hunger.

But these bulls, which embody the blood and sweat of countless people, are about to be slaughtered, dismembered, and thrown into the blazing sacrificial fire.

The firelight of the altar will illuminate the sky, and all its warmth and vitality will be devoured by the flames.

If these hundred bulls could be distributed to those on the verge of starvation...

At the very least, it could save thousands of lives.

Prometheus watched all this silently, his face expressionless and his body motionless.

Only in the deepest recesses of those profound eyes, the heaviest, darkest pain silently surges.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

Prometheus slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

What He saw were the signs of the God-King's impending arrival on Earth.

The clouds were churning, and the breath of heaven and earth seemed to vibrate in response.

The four illustrious wind gods of the four directions were stirring up the air currents between heaven and earth, clearing the way with fierce winds to sweep away the dust of the mortal world in preparation for the arrival of the supreme god-king.

After the howling wind, the boundless auspicious sign, symbolizing the divine descent, soon came into the eyes of all living beings beneath the altar.

The human representatives who were resting and preparing to participate in this fate-determining ceremony were suddenly thrown into chaos.

Their hearts were filled with both the joy and honor of seeing the supreme deity, and an uncontrollable tension and fear stemming from their very life instincts.

Even humans know who the true ruler of this universe is.

He is the all-knowing Father God of the nine radiant Muses, the King of the infinitely powerful God who is both the first to know and the last to know.

He is the great father of Thanatos, the most terrifying god of death.

All of that, the one and only eternal absolute supreme ruler!

The supreme god—Zeus, the king of the gods!
Those who are able to participate in this festival are well aware of the importance of this day.

They know even more how heavy the responsibility is on their small shoulders.

It is not only a matter of life and death for individuals, but also a matter of the fate of the race and the hope for the future. Faced with this supreme ruler of the universe, the god above gods who holds everything in his hands and determines all their fate and survival, no matter how brave and resilient they are in ordinary times, no matter how intelligent and wise they are, at this moment, they cannot remain completely indifferent.

Before the God-King, all courage seems insignificant, and all composure crumbles at the slightest touch.

In the midst of unspeakable panic, countless people turned their pleading eyes to Prometheus, their creator and guardian, who stood alone at the very front of the temple.

Prometheus simply waved to them.

A simple and steady movement seems to possess boundless power.

The previously panicked humans seemed to have immediately found their backbone.

They swiftly and silently began their operation, following everything Prometheus had already taught them.

They gathered in neat rows, standing behind Prometheus.

This is the most sacred and important day.

Yet it was also shrouded in the heaviest and most oppressive atmosphere.

Before the God King's great entourage had even truly arrived, the gale stirred up by the four wind gods had already howled in, almost making people lose their footing.

On the horizon, endless, incredible, and exceptionally beautiful auspicious clouds, accompanied by the majestic wind, surged toward this place like a tide.

The dazzling, multicolored radiance drew ever closer.

Before any divine form had even been seen, the enchanting celestial music, hymns, and poems that captivated all living beings—true heavenly sounds—had already reached human ears.

Those were the nine beloved daughters of the God-King, the eternally bright and joyful Muses; and the three most beautiful and virtuous Graces, representing all the "truth, goodness, and beauty" in the universe.

Together they are singing the praises of the supreme glory and majesty of the ruler of the universe with a sacred hymn that resounds throughout the world!
Low, suppressed sobs could be heard quietly rising from the human ranks.

In this heavenly music, they heard the voices of the Muses.

This familiar divine voice made so many people feel a deep sense of warmth, finally calming their minds, which were on the verge of collapse due to tension and panic.

Following closely behind the celestial music, the pure rain that could eliminate all impurities and fatigue fell like the softest veil.

And the various sacred petals that can strengthen the body, heal wounds and cure diseases, also fluttered and scattered all over the sky as the twelve hundred flower nymph fairies danced gracefully.

Whether they were humans at the sacrificial site or other humans scattered throughout the land, all received equally the most generous blessings from His Majesty the God-King.

All their injuries healed instantly; all the poisons they had been exposed to were dispelled; and any hidden ailments in their bodies were completely cured.

All fatigue was eliminated, and all hunger was wiped away.

Their vitality was greatly enhanced, their spiritual resilience was deeply replenished, and even the upper limit of their lifespan was greatly increased as a result.

On this day, even Death, who has just begun to fulfill his duties, will not open his arms.

Because when the God-King arrives, the boundary between life and death is obscured by the God-King's divine radiance.

Finally, the soothing, tranquil moonlight gently falls, finally calming the complex and turbulent emotions in the human soul.

This allows these most outstanding individuals among humanity to maintain their self-control and avoid losing their composure or decorum in front of the God-King.

Finally, the gods above the clouds arrived above the altar.

They stood high above, following the King of God, in the highest heaven.

The dazzling, holy light caused all of humanity to bow their heads deeply, not daring to look up at it.

Because their fragile, mortal eyelids were simply no match for the blinding radiance of the gods.

Accompanied by Zeros, representing the god-king "Brave Glory," a resounding voice proclaimed:

"The Supreme God, the Most High God, the Merciful Father, the Ruler of the Universe, the Incarnation of Thunder, the Father of All Spirits, the Lord of Wind and Rain, the Lord of Order, the Father Who Holds the Will of Fate, the Father Who Is Perfect and Beautiful, the Source of Wisdom, the Source of Power, the Lord Who Is Eternal and Supreme! The King of Gods—His Majesty Zeus, the King of Gods, has arrived!"

"Rumble--"

A deep and majestic thunderclap, like the heartbeat of the universe, crashed down from the heavens, echoing and reverberating throughout the world, announcing the official arrival of the God-King!
Prometheus took a deep breath and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately prostrated himself in prayer.

Behind Him, more than three thousand human representatives also knelt down and prostrated themselves in a grand gesture of respect.

Their foreheads were pressed to the ground, dust and sweat mingling together, as they paid homage to the Supreme God-King with the utmost respect and devotion they could muster!

God and man, together they cried out, their voices converging into a torrent powerful enough to shake heaven and earth:

"Greetings, Your Majesty, the Supreme and Most Noble, the God Above Gods, the Eternal Ruler, the King of All Gods, the Lord of All Existence! May Your Majesty be eternally prosperous!"

"Flat body."

A calm yet imbued voice, heavy as a physical object, fell upon all the kneeling beings.

(End of this chapter)