Greek Mythology: My Father is the God-King Zeus

Chapter 211 The First Meeting of the Gods in Olympus

Persefani nodded and said to Hephaestus: "Dear Hephaestus, please serve as my envoy to bring all the gods to attend the meeting. Including Zeus and Hera."

Hephaestus, who had now become the messenger of the God King, was stunned when he heard Persevani's words.

His red eyes looked at Persevani's face, and then he said: "Your Highness Persevani, why did you bring Zeus and Hera to this meeting? Aren't they already..."

What Hephaestus means is that Zeus and Hera have become a thing of the past. This meeting is the first meeting after Persephany became the king of the gods. The impact of this is not good.

Persefani knew what Hephaestus meant, but he was not trying to judge Zeus and Hera. After all, he promised Hera not to disturb their lives, but there were some things that required Zeus and Hera's participation.

So Persevani continued: "Hephaestus, I am not trying to judge Zeus and Hera. I just want to find something to do with them. It's just that this artifact needs to be publicized among the gods."

Hephaestus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Persephany's words. He did not want to see Hera and Zeus being judged.

After the explanation, Persevani closed his eyes, and Hephaestus also left Mount Olympus.

On the top of Mount Olympus, clouds and mist shrouded and golden light shone. The Pantheon at the top of Mount Olympus. Today, Mount Olympus is more lively than usual, because this is the first meeting held by Persephany as the God King, so both the original god and other gods came to participate in this meeting.

As the morning dawned, the first ray of sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell on the golden roof of the temple, as if it had cast a layer of golden glow on this solemn building. The door of the temple slowly opened.

Suddenly, a strange breath came from outside the temple, as if traveling through endless time and space, carrying an ancient and mysterious power. Immediately afterwards, a faint blue light drew from the distant sky and slowly landed outside the temple. As the god king, Perseveni came here. Originally, as the god king, Persevani did not need to come to this meeting so early, but he was not in the mood to wait for those gods to come over.

So he came to the temple and released his breath. His appearance enveloped the entire temple in a strange and solemn atmosphere. Sitting in the position of the God King casually, but this casual movement seems to contain endless secrets of the stars and the universe. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through all illusions and truths.

Then Persefani wrinkled up. He didn't feel comfortable on the throne of the God-King as he sat down. This sacred throne is carved from a huge piece of golden natural sacred stone, with a unique shape and smooth lines. The backrest of the throne is carved with complex patterns, and every stroke contains mysterious power and the oppression of the world's laws.

Although its material is extremely precious, it is hard and cold. When Persefani sat on it, he could feel the chill coming from inside the throne, penetrating through his clothes and piercing his bone marrow. This kind of coldness is not ordinary coldness, but contains a kind of divine indifference and loneliness, which seems to remind Persevani that he is going to become indifferent.

And I don’t know what the aesthetics of the first-generation god king Ouranos was. The shape and design of the throne are completely inconsistent with human aesthetics. Although its backrest was tall, it did not fit the curve of Persevani's back. Sitting for a long time can make your back feel uncomfortable. Moreover, the armrests of the throne were too wide, making it impossible for Persevani's arms to hang naturally, and he could only maintain a stiff posture for a long time. This made Persevani look cold.

Moreover, the biggest problem with the throne is that it cannot be moved. This throne is fixed at the center of the Pantheon and cannot be moved or adjusted at will. This feels weird.

What's even worse is that the brand and aura of the previous god king still remain on the throne. These marks and auras made Persevani feel uncomfortable all the time. If he wanted to remove these marks, he would have to kill this chair. So Persevani was silent for a while, and prepared to let Hepheus after the meeting of the gods. Toth builds another chair.

With the arrival of Persevani, the extremely powerful aura spread throughout the world, and other gods also appeared one after another. They came in carriages, on mythical beasts, or in flight. The arrival of each god adds a unique atmosphere and power to the temple. It's just that some gods have worries on their faces, while others are excited.

Zeus, the former King of the Gods, walked in first. He was not wearing golden armor and holding a thunder staff as before, looking majestic and solemn. Now all Zeus has is a suit of Sidon, a face full of sorrow and anxiety in his heart.

Later, other gods also arrived one after another. Hera, the sister and wife of Zeus, her luxurious service has long been lost. Only bits and pieces of divine breath are shining in her body, and she has no other power.

Apollo, the sun god, wore a golden robe and held a golden bow. His arrival was like the sun rising, lighting up the entire temple. Artemis, the goddess of beasts and hunting, wears a silver-white dress. Her arrival brings a touch of coolness and tranquility to the temple. Athena, the goddess of wisdom, wears gray robes and a war helmet, and her eyes shine with wisdom.

Ares, the god of war, wore red armor and held a spear. His arrival filled the temple with the atmosphere of battle. Hephaestus, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, her arrival is like the coming of spring, and the temple is filled with the fragrance of flowers. She is wearing a pink dress and holding a golden apple, looking beautiful.

In addition to these gods who arrived the fastest, other gods also arrived one after another. Some of them drove carriages, some rode divine beasts, and some flew directly. The arrival of each god is accompanied by unique miracles and changes in the atmosphere. Persevanni was sitting on the throne of the God King at the moment, looking at the gods in the audience with an indifferent expression. His figure was looming in the golden light of the throne, as if integrated with the heaven and earth, exuding an otherworldly aura.

His face was deep and majestic, like an ancient glacier, cold and mysterious. There was no emotion in his eyes, only bottomless calmness and reason. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and reach the essence of things. Under this kind of gaze, no pretense or lie can be hidden. Persephany's sitting posture is upright and steady, and his body seems to be integrated with the throne of the God-King. Although the golden throne was dazzling, it seemed dim under Persephany's indifferent aura. The armrests and backrests of the throne were carved with complex patterns and runes. These patterns and runes seemed to come alive under the power of Persevani, emitting a faint light and flashing with the magic of reincarnation and the world.

Persevani's hands were gently placed on the armrests. His fingers were long and strong, as if he could control all destiny. His fingertips gently tapped the armrest, making a crisp and rhythmic sound. This sound echoed in the silent temple, as if it carried a kind of magic, making everyone shocked and surrendered.

His eyes slowly swept across the gods in the audience. There was no emotion in his eyes, only profound indifference and endless majesty. Under this kind of gaze, the gods seemed to have turned into tiny ants, and their pride and self-esteem instantly collapsed in front of Persevani's indifference. They did not dare to look at Persevani and could only lower their heads, silently enduring this invisible pressure. When the other gods saw Persephany sitting on the throne of the God King with an indifferent look on his face, they all felt frightened, as if they were shocked by an invisible force.

They originally thought that they were the gods on Mount Olympus, or the gods who controlled the origin and had powerful power. They were confident that Persevani would not do anything to them, but in the face of Persevani's indifference, they felt that I have become so small and powerless. Persefani's indifference seemed to be an invisible pressure, causing their pride and self-esteem to instantly collapse, leaving only endless fear and uneasiness.

Some gods tried to stare into Perseveni's eyes, but were quickly defeated. They found that their gazes seemed to be swallowed up in Persevani's deep eyes, and they were unable to compete with them. They could only lower their heads and avoid Persefani's gaze, as if admitting their own incompetence and weakness.

Some gods tried to ease the tense atmosphere through conversation, but their voices seemed so pale and weak in front of Persevani's indifference. Their words seemed to be blown away by the wind, unable to attract Persevani's attention at all. They could only stand aside silently, waiting for Persefani's instructions and orders.

Under this invisible pressure, the gods began to gradually lose their former confidence and calmness. Their steps became heavy and slow, as if every step required a huge amount of effort. Their expressions also became solemn and tense, as if they were facing a life-and-death test at any time.

Some gods began to pray silently in their hearts, hoping that Persevani would not be too cold and forceful so that they could be better. They knew that their fate was closely linked to Perseveni, and only with his recognition and protection could they gain a foothold in Olympus.

However, Persevani seemed not to notice the existence of these gods and remained indifferent and majestic. His eyes were still deep and sharp, as if he could see through all appearances and reach the essence of things. His hands were still lightly resting on the armrests, as if he could control all fate at any time. Persevanni, the male god who controls the power of reincarnation, is sitting on the throne of the God King. His eyes have been staring at the door of the Pantheon, as if waiting for the arrival of someone there.

His gaze is deep and sharp, as if he can penetrate all appearances and reach the essence of things. There was determination and expectation in his eyes, as if he would never give up no matter how long he waited. This look shocked and awed everyone.

Persephone's face was dignified and majestic, without any unnecessary expression. His eyes seemed to contain endless mysteries of the universe, and every flicker seemed to tell the law of reincarnation. His hands were gently placed on the armrests, his fingers were long and strong, as if he could control all destiny.

The door of the Pantheon was the focus of Perseveni's gaze. There is the only way to enter the temple, and it is also the place where all gods must pass. Persefani's eyes kept staring there, as if waiting for someone to appear.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Persevani's eyes did not change at all. The other gods also saw Persevani's eyes, so they kept staring at the door of the Pantheon, wanting to see who that god was.

The gods present did not dare to swallow even a sip of saliva. They hoped that this god or these gods would come soon, but they also did not want them to come because they were afraid that Persevani would bring them unacceptable things.

At this moment, a faint golden light appeared at the door of the Pantheon. The light gradually spread and formed a dreamlike halo. In the halo, a figure slowly emerged, and his appearance plunged the entire Pantheon into silence.

That was Hypnos, the god of sleep and dreams. His arrival seemed to bring an aura of mystery and tranquility, immersing the entire Pantheon in this atmosphere.

Hypnos wore a pale golden robe, the hem of the robe fluttering gently, as if dancing with the wind. His face was calm and peaceful, as if no disturbance could break his tranquility. His eyes are deep and bright, as if he can see through the human heart and understand all the joys, sorrows, and joys in the world.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to echo the rhythm of heaven and earth. When he reached the door of the Pantheon, he stopped and lowered his head slightly, as if to show respect to the temple.

Persephany saw a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw Hypnos' arrival. He knew Hypnos' power and wisdom, as well as his loyalty and love for Olympus. He knew that the arrival of Hypnos would definitely bring new revelation and hope to this meeting of gods.

Hypnos slowly raised his head, and his eyes met Persefani's. At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible force flowing between the two. Their eyes were full of respect and trust for each other. They know that no matter what challenges and difficulties they may face in the future, they will work together to protect the peace and prosperity of this world.

Under Hypnos' gaze, Persefani slowly stood up. He walked up to Hypnos, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile: "Welcome, Hypnos. Your wisdom and strength will bring a bright future to the gods."

Hypnos also extended his right hand and held it tightly with Persefani. Their smiles are full of sincerity and kindness. At this moment, they seemed to be no longer gods, but two close friends.

(End of this chapter)