Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 73 I'll give you a good CPU treatment!

Zeus's barrage of storms gave Metis no chance to utter a word.

The cold, sharp words made the goddess of wisdom feel panicked and helpless for the first time.

Yet, amidst this wave of panic, an indescribable sweet warmth and sense of security quietly grew and spread in her heart.

She opened her cherry lips in a panic, wanting to explain, but Zeus's raging anger did not subside, giving her no chance and continuing his attack.

Zeus abruptly flung her fair and delicate wrist away, the force so great that she stumbled and nearly fell.

Zeus's handsome face was now etched with suppressed anger and disappointment, as well as a deep-seated sorrow. He coldly said, "Since you are satisfied and your goal has been achieved, you may leave and return to your ocean!"

His voice was like the coldest wind, carrying an undeniable resolve: "Since you have no trust in me, why stay by my side?"

"You understand me even less than those hostile gods!"

Zeus shook his head slightly with a self-deprecating smile, his voice filled with endless bitterness: "It seems I was just being presumptuous."

“I tell you! I, Zeus, will never use you as a tool for my victory.”

Zeus said decisively, "Go away. I will achieve final victory no matter what, and I will completely destroy Coeus and the like."

Zeus let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless disappointment and exhaustion.

Finally, He said, “Daughter of Oceanus, go back to your ocean. You will be safe with the protection of Oceanus and the goddess of nourishment.”

"I will definitely achieve final victory, and the threat you are worried about will completely disappear."

After Zeus finished speaking, he turned to leave, but his movements were not very fast.

As if waiting for something.

Sure enough, Metis's slender figure shot out like an arrow, carrying the urgency of the wind, transforming into a purple streak of light and rushing directly in front of Zeus, blocking His path.

Her pale and beautiful face was now filled with panic and helplessness.

She desperately wanted to explain and salvage the situation, but now, her thoughts were like a turbulent tide stirred up by a storm, a complete mess. She had no idea how to organize her thoughts or where to even begin!

However, Zeus's "offensive" did not stop; He continued to unleash His "wrath."

He looked at Metis with a furrowed brow, as if she were a complete stranger, and with a cold gaze that seemed to scrutinize an unfamiliar deity. He asked in a deep voice, "Daughter of Oceanus, why are you still not leaving? Do you think you haven't humiliated me thoroughly enough?!"

"Who do you think you're hurting?"

"Just because I love you so deeply, does that mean you can hurt me so recklessly?"

Zeus looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, his voice trembling: "Metis, why are you so cruel?"

The goddess of wisdom had lost all her wisdom at this moment; all her composure and intelligence crumbled under Zeus's relentless onslaught.

She simply shook her head frantically, her ankle-length, flowing purple hair, like a galaxy, flying wildly in disarray from the violent movements. Words could not express her feelings at that moment; in her extreme anxiety, she expressed her turbulent emotions directly through the most primal and sincere actions.

Without hesitation, she threw herself into Zeus's magnificent and broad embrace.

She hugged Zeus tightly around the waist, buried her face deeply in his chest, and said in a hurried and trembling voice, filled with fear and panic, "Zeus! Please believe me! I have no intention of hurting you! No intention of humiliating you! Not even a little bit!"

Her voice was filled with pleading and self-blame.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault! My mind was too confused, and I couldn't help but overthink. I shouldn't have distrusted you. Please forgive me!"

She raised her head, tears glistening in her bright eyes, and pleaded with utmost sincerity, "Zeus, I swear on the honor of my father Oceanus, I have never had any intention of harming you. Zeus, please, I beg you, forgive me!"

At this moment, Metis perfectly embodied the truth: the only enemy of wisdom is love, which can cloud all reason.

Even the goddess with the greatest wisdom in the universe, once caught in the snare of love and troubled by those intense and complex emotions, will find her wisdom no more than that of any fool.

All her intelligence and wit turned into anxiety and fear at this moment. She was afraid of losing her lover and could only plead helplessly.

Zeus felt Metis's trembling body and his strong arms, and he turned around and hugged the anxious and nervous goddess tightly.

However, his brows remained furrowed, as if the "doubt" and "sadness" in his heart had not completely dissipated.

His deep, magnetic voice, tinged with hesitation and uncertainty, asked in a low voice, "Is this true, Metis? Is this your truest, deepest thought?"

Metis nodded repeatedly when Zeus asked him the question.

With all her might, she used her small head to express all her sincerity through this gesture.

Zeus immediately pressed on, his voice filled with barely perceptible expectation, asking, "Then, dear Metis, can you feel my love?"

Metis nodded again without hesitation, her bright eyes filled with determination and certainty, her love clear at that moment.

Zeus's tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably at that moment, and a gentle smile reappeared on his handsome face.

He held the goddess of wisdom, who was deeply in love, tightly in his arms. His deep and magnetic voice became incredibly gentle, like the warmest spring breeze, brushing against Metis's heartstrings.

He lowered his head and whispered in Metis's ear in the gentlest and most sincere voice: "My dearest goddess of bright eyes, my eternal love."

"If you can truly feel the deep love I have for you, then would you be willing to accept my love?"

His voice was filled with endless temptation and gentle traps.

They awaited Metis's final, willing answer.

Metis was about to nod in agreement, but her innate wisdom and instincts sounded a faint alarm, stirring a wave of hesitation in her heart.

Her intelligent instincts told her that this might not be a sweet and perfect thing.

(End of this chapter)