Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

In the end, Kanas followed Ru to Urgart.

What is meant to be will be; what is meant to be will be.

Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her parents eventually...

Hmm, is there something wrong with this analogy?

On his way to Urgat, Kanas, who was deep in thought, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and was startled by the thought that had just crossed his mind.

Who is He?

Chaos, the God-King!

And now, He's actually putting himself in the shoes of an ugly daughter-in-law meeting the parents?!

What's ugly about him?

wrong!

Why is she the "daughter-in-law"?!

Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!

Kanas was deeply troubled. He realized that even as the king of gods, there were still things in this world that he could not control.

He has no requirements regarding the gender of the form of this avatar.

It can be either male or female, actually either is fine.

It's just a shell.

This clone was merely a pawn in a scheme, an undercover agent's disguise from beginning to end.

He doesn't care at all about changes in form or gender-bending appearance.

But! His self-awareness must not be confused!

This is the bottom line, and also the red line!

Once this clone is completely assimilated, even the individual's gender identity becomes distorted and confused.

When the clone returns to the original body and their consciousnesses reunite, this confused perception will definitely backfire on the original body, causing it some degree of harm.

He can accept being transformed into a beautiful, gentle, or female form.

But He absolutely cannot accept being treated as a woman, especially as someone else's "daughter-in-law".

That strange thought just now truly gave Chaos, the god-king, a cold sweat.

"What's wrong, Kanas?"

Beside Kanas, Lu, who had been chattering away with anticipation, keenly noticed the momentary stiffness in His body and the fluctuation in His aura.

He immediately stopped, turned around, and looked at Him with concern in his clear eyes.

"You suddenly trembled, and your face seemed a little pale. Are you feeling unwell? Or is there a problem with your divine status?"

The girl's concern was pure and straightforward, her eyes filled with anxiety that she feared He would be hurt.

Kanas instantly suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his mind and quickly switched back to his masterful gentle persona.

The kind with a hint of tea flavor.

He gently shook his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his pale silver eyes shimmering with just the right amount of shyness and trepidation, his voice soft and gentle:

"It's nothing, don't worry."

"It's just... we're about to arrive in Ugarit and face His Majesty the God-King directly, so I'm a little nervous."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips gently stroking his sleeves, displaying an uneasy demeanor that was perfectly portrayed.

This is perfectly normal.

Kanas was just an ordinary god, and he had only been born for a short time, so it was natural for him to feel nervous about meeting the god-king.

That's what he said, but in his heart, Kanas was already frantically reviewing the situation.

"So it was nervousness!"

Upon hearing this, Lu breathed a sigh of relief, a sweet smile immediately spreading across her face. She patted her little chest confidently, reassuringly saying:

"You really don't need to be afraid! My Father God is very easy to talk to!"

"As long as they are friends that my sister and I approve of, God the Father will never make things difficult for them."

"Once we arrive at the Divine Court, just follow behind me the whole time. You don't need to say a word; I'll handle everything!"

In His eyes, Kanas at this moment was the embodiment of a series of pitiful qualities such as cowardice, gentleness, and pitifulness.

Seeing the other person's sincere expression, Kanas smiled gently, but a strange sense of guilt arose in his heart.

You shouldn't do things like fooling idiots too often.

Deceiving too many people will seriously damage your conscience.

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The two then sped along and arrived in Urgat.

As the center of the God-King's rule, almost all the fortune of the entire world converges here.

Therefore, the scenery here is also the most spectacular.

Layer upon layer of clouds, radiating divine brilliance.

Urgat is not an ordinary city.

Or rather, it doesn't look like a city at all, but rather a tower.

Those mortals and demigods generally lived in the plains extending from the base of the tower, where there were rows of streets and magnificent temples.

The tower itself is the dwelling place of the gods.

All gods who belong to the god-king Baal will be granted the right to rule one level of the tower.

For first-time visitors like Kanas, it's necessary to climb up layer by layer and interact with countless deities.

Yes, you don't need to.

This is His home!

He knew the way well and, relying on his status, proceeded unimpeded, leading Kanas directly through layers of towers and gates, into the highest level of the God-King's Palace.

The hall was spacious and magnificent, with golden stone walls gleaming with a cold golden light. Chains hung from the dome, intertwined with various divine elements, and a dense pressure seemed to choke the neck of Kanas's avatar.

On the throne, a tall and imposing figure sat quietly.

Baal!

The supreme ruler of the Canaanite world.

This was the first time Canas had met this "formidable foe".

His body was tall and imposing, though not as tall as the Titans, but certainly much taller and more imposing than mortals.

His sharp eyes and brows, combined with the domineering ferocity of a storm and the rich, steady composure of abundance, create a rather contradictory appearance.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Baal lowered his eyes to look.

At first, He displayed His usual indifference and majesty, with an air of indifference that controlled everything and a detached view of all living beings.

This is a fundamental skill for a god-king; to gain the trust of the gods, one must demonstrate one's majesty and magnanimity.

But when His gaze fell on the two figures in the center of the hall, His majestic eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

The oppressive aura and murderous intent of the god-king subsided somewhat at this moment.

"Lu? You're back? And who is this...?"

As a doting father, Bal naturally noticed his daughter at first glance.

Then, He turned His gaze to Kanas, who was standing to the side.

It was fine if you didn't look, but once you did, Baal's eyes looked a little strange.

Kanas stood quietly in place. His posture was graceful, his demeanor gentle, without a trace of sharpness or ruthlessness.

Her skin was as white as jade, like moonlight, and her long silver hair fluttered in the wind. Her plain white robe made her look exceptionally beautiful and otherworldly.

The most deadly thing is the other person's face!

Its ultimate purity is intertwined with a subtle gentleness.

If it's just purity, that's fine, but the worst thing is if that purity is mixed with femininity!

and many more?

Beautiful? Handsome? Pure? Gentle?

Eh?

wrong!

This guy looks like a male god!

How come this guy is so good-looking?

At this moment, Kanas, who was being stared at intently by Baal, couldn't help but start to feel nervous.

Why does the way they're looking at me feel so off?!