Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 320 How could a goddess not like His Majesty?

Iris gazed at the King of Gods who was playing and chasing with the daughters of Atlas. The majestic figure of her beloved King of Gods moved through the temple, and each "capture" caused a burst of silvery exclamations and giggles.

Her face still wore that bright, beautiful, and gentle smile, but deep within her dazzling eyes, a trace of melancholy flashed, and she sighed softly in her heart.

She also wanted to serve the King of Gods simply and without guile, just like the goddess of purification, Amartya.

But where is true simplicity at the pinnacle of power in this universe?

As the saying goes, three women make a drama.

But in this Olympian temple, two goddesses were enough to put on a magnificent show.

Moreover, there are more than a dozen close attendants who serve His Majesty the God-King year-round.

This doesn't even include those illustrious goddesses who hold high positions but often monopolize His Majesty's attention.

Before me stood the daughters of Atlas: the Seven Pleiades and the Five Hyades, a total of twelve nymphs.

They are blood-related sisters, and are united enough that their relationship is far closer than that of other deities.

Most of them are charming and lovely, kind-hearted, and extremely pleasing to His Majesty.

Even so, these twelve sisters inevitably had some underhanded squabbles, and occasionally they would trip each other up in order to win the Emperor's favor.

If even sisters like them are like this, what about themselves and their sister Arke, two Outer Gods who are distantly related by blood?
Before His Majesty the God-King, on the surface, everyone naturally appears to be on good terms, harmonious and as close as family.

But in reality, beneath that intimate facade, undercurrents were surging, so how could it really be like that?
If it weren't for the goddess Clymene, whose temperament was the most gentle and virtuous, who sternly restrained the other goddesses.

And then there was the most elegant and poised elder sister, Maia, who was also His Majesty's favorite, carefully mediating the situation.

I'm afraid that even this superficial friendliness will be difficult to maintain.

Who knows how badly my sisters will be bullied.

Not to mention those who longed to bear children for His Majesty.

There are countless goddesses who dream of becoming His Majesty's holy wife.

His Majesty has a very big heart.

His heart is a vast and boundless universe, encompassing the three realms and three domains, and all living beings.

It can certainly accommodate these tiny, infatuated goddesses.

However, no matter how broad His Majesty's heart is, the most central and warmest place is still limited.

How much of a place can it occupy in His Majesty's heart? And for how long?
That's where it comes down to each person's abilities.

For themselves, for the child still in the void, and even more so for the future of the entire family.

How could we not fight for it?
How could we not fight?

Although they are both goddesses of His Majesty the God-King, their statuses are worlds apart.

Although they are all children of the God-King, the power and honor they possess after birth are vastly different, like heaven and earth.

Look at those supreme goddesses in the heavens and on earth!
They were willing to risk everything, even fight each other, to win the favor of the God King.

People like myself, who are not particularly prominent servants in the God King's harem, should really try to emulate those ethereal fairies who are untouched by worldly affairs, remaining silent like fallen flowers and indifferent to worldly strife.

Then you really won't get anything.

In the end, their favor was exhausted, and they were forgotten in a corner of the temple, turning into a forgotten ghost in the universe.

and……

Putting aside all these heavy interests and family considerations, which goddess wouldn't want more love from His Majesty the God-King?
And who wouldn't want His Majesty the God-King's gentlest and most ardent gaze to linger on them more often?
Iris silently gazed at that supreme figure, full of power and laughter, and in her calm, watery eyes, there was also the most genuine and fervent admiration and love.

The temple is filled with the most outstanding goddesses and fairies, but to be fair, in terms of looks, His Majesty the God-King is the most heroic and handsome, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Even setting aside the factor of power, the most charismatic figure is still His Majesty the God-King.

This supreme god-king of the universe, the master of all "nothingness" and "being," is perfect and flawless from the inside out.

His figure was majestic and imposing, his face resolute and handsome, his pure golden hair radiating holy light in the hall, and his sharp golden eyes shining brightly.

His temperament is dignified and domineering, yet he is also gentle and cheerful. These are completely different temperaments, but they can be perfectly blended in him.

The vast and boundless supreme divinity, with its attraction surpassing that of black holes and its inclusive grandeur exceeding that of white holes, deeply attracts all eyes.

He was laughing heartily amidst the frolicking, with the warmest and most enchanting smile. That incomparably beautiful smile made one's cheeks feel slightly flushed, and even one's divine body felt a little weak.

His Majesty the God-King is the eternal supreme ruler, the omnipotent Lord; the eternal God above gods, the father of all spirits; yet he is also the eternally peerless handsome youth (the author quietly adds: he is also the eternally pure bride-to-be).

In this universe, how could there be a goddess who wouldn't like His Majesty the God-King, the most glorious and greatest Lord in the universe?
The feeling of being deeply enveloped, nourished, and even filled by His Majesty's supreme, boundless, and most brilliant and ardent divinity, from the inside out, from divinity to divine body...

That ultimate experience, where it feels as if all of one's spirituality is immersed in the most primal and fervent source of life, and is thus sublimated and melted away...

Once you've tried it, you can never leave. Before the eternal sun, any flickering candle seems so insignificant, even worthless.

"caught you!"

The God-King's magnetic laughter rang out, and the final moment of the game finally arrived.

The last lucky one caught by His Majesty the King of Gods was Merope, the youngest of the seven sisters of Naples, but also the most alluring and charming among them.

This alluring little goddess, who was young in all but not in any other way, became the final winner of the game after the penultimate goddess was captured.

She let out a charming and delightful cheer, and without any hesitation, amidst the envious gazes of her sisters, she rushed into the arms of His Majesty the God-King.

Those translucent, blue-white lips were unabashed, even bordering on ostentatious.

She kissed her beloved god-king with such precision and intensity.

It doesn't stop there.

This spoiled little goddess, with her nimble red petals, showed no restraint whatsoever, and with fiery passion, she proactively pried open the already not-so-secure gate of the God King.

She offered all her sweetness and passion, as if she wanted to completely merge her entire being into the majestic body of the God-King.

This unrestrained and passionate demeanor finally brought Iris back to her senses.

She looked at Merope, who was exuding an irresistible allure in the arms of the God-King, and inwardly spat out a curse of utter disdain:
'***!'

Of course, she was actually quite envious.

After all, in order to make the game more interesting, and to motivate these young goddesses to put in more effort and try harder to hide.

His Majesty the God-King specially designated the reward for this last person captured as—

You can have a private, in-depth, all-night training session on divine power with His Majesty the God-King!

In addition, it comes with a small but absolutely fulfillable wish.

As long as it's not too outrageous, it will definitely be realized!
This wish can even be kept in reserve.

If you win enough times, small wishes can accumulate and become a big wish, which is not impossible.

Occasionally, when His Majesty the God-King is in a good mood, he will give some unexpected surprise gifts.

The prize money was set so high that His Majesty the God-King had no choice but to accept it.

After all, otherwise...

Wouldn't this perfectly good game of hide-and-seek then turn into a completely unfun "walking into a trap" game?

These little goddesses will inevitably vie to get into His Majesty's arms, so what fun is there in chasing after them?

His Majesty the God-King loves this kind of "chasing and chasing" fun the most!
He is truly beyond saving.

Iris looked at Merope, who was already limp as spring water and almost melting into the God-King's arms. Judging that the time was about right, she stepped forward gracefully with light, lotus-like steps.

Without making a sound, she used the gentlest yet most irresistible skill to gently "invite" Merope, whose lips and tongue had just parted but who was still clinging to the God-King's embrace like a vine, out.

Her smile was gentle and warm, revealing the beauty of a rainbow, and her charming voice was soft and melodious.
“Your Majesty, Abusunea, daughter of Porcus of the Pontus family, Iris’s sister, seems to have inadvertently committed a grave error and disturbed the order.”

"She is filled with remorse and fear, and is now waiting at the foot of the temple mountain, only asking to apologize to you in person."

Iris gave a slight bow, her words perfectly crafted:

"However, this matter is rather special, and it seems to involve His Majesty the Ruler of Civilization Memory and His Majesty Caliope, which is indeed of great importance."

"Because the facts are too complicated, it is really not appropriate for her to seek Her Majesty Themis's fair judgment. That is why Iris has dared to come and bother Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, look..."

Zeus, upon hearing this, merely smiled slightly, his all-knowing eyes glancing at Iris before softly saying:

"Let her in."

His tone was calm, yet carried a profound sense of reassurance:

"An unintentional mistake is not a serious crime."

Then, as if intrigued, He smiled knowingly and said:
"Oh dear, I really don't know what heinous mistake such a young girl like Uchiha could possibly commit?"

"Instead of seeking my dearest and most just Themis, you have taken a roundabout way to come directly to me."

Iris remained perfectly compliant, gently shaking her head and smiling softly:
"Your Majesty is wise. Iris dares not speak presumptuously; let her tell His Majesty herself."

"Whatever her mistake, it is up to His Majesty to decide."

(End of this chapter)