Greek Mythology: My Father is the God-King Zeus

Chapter 226 The fool is coming

Phillips had a look of anger on his face. He didn't believe that a lowly farmer could become a god. He had not even become a god.

Phillips' appearance is as fiery and compelling as his inner emotions. His red hair fluttered like a blazing flame. Whenever the sun shone, the flaming red hair seemed to be ignited and shimmered with dazzling light. His eyebrows were equally thick and fiery red, like two sharp knives, tightly knitted together, showing his anger and unwillingness at the moment.

His eyes were a pair of eyes that could truly reflect the fire in his heart. In the deep eye sockets, the red eyes were like two burning briquettes, constantly emitting scorching sparks. Whenever he widened his eyes, his fiery gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything and look directly into people's hearts. And in his eyes, in addition to anger, there was also a deep stubbornness and determination, which was a determination not to give up until the goal was achieved.

However, compared with his hair and eyebrows, Phillips' appearance did not inherit the majesty of Hephaestus, the god of fire. His face is slightly thin, with high cheekbones, giving people a strong and determined look. And his skin has become slightly rough due to being exposed to the sun, wind and rain for a long time, but it further highlights his indomitable spirit.

Although his appearance does not bear much resemblance to Vulcan, no one can deny the unique aura about him. It was a kind of innate heat and passion, a deep desire for power and glory. This desire drives him to constantly challenge himself and surpass himself, just to prove his worth and existence.

But now, this desire and anger were intertwined in his heart, forming a powerful force. He rushed towards the city-state of Rafid madly, every step seemed to break the earth, and every breath seemed to spurt out flames. He didn't believe it, he definitely didn't believe that a lowly peasant could become a god, and yet he, as the descendant of Hephaestus, the god of fire, still stayed in the realm of demigods.

The huge gap and frustration were almost unbearable for Phillips. He had dreamed countless times of becoming a true god like his father, controlling the power of fire, and being respected and worshiped by countless people. However, reality broke his dream so cruelly, making him realize that the gap between himself and the gods was so huge.

But Phillips didn't give up. He knows that anger and unwillingness cannot solve the problem. Only strength and action can prove everything. He decided to meet this new god in person and see what was so special about him that he was able to cross the seemingly insurmountable gap.

Just before Phillips got close, Mitstos came to the gate of Rafid City-State and waited for Phillips' arrival.

"Hello, Phillips, what do you want to do when you come to our city-state of Rafid?" Mitstos looked at Phillips with a smile and said.

And Phillips looked at Mitstos in shock, half of the anger in his heart disappeared. This god actually knew that he was coming to Rafid.

Mitstos just smiled mysteriously and said lightly: "As a god of His Highness Hypnos, the God of Sleep, I have the power of dreams and can know everything from other people's dreams. This is not normal. Something about that?”

But this guy misunderstood. In fact, Mitstos has been waiting here for a long time, and Mitstos also knows the names and appearances of several heroes wandering around Rafid, and Phillips is the more distinctive one among them. .

"Phillips, do you think that only people with the blood of gods can become gods?" Mitstos asked lightly, "Do you think that only demigods like you can get the recognition and power of gods?"

The anger in Phillips' heart was ignited again. He couldn't bear that this once lowly farmer was now standing in front of him and claiming to be a god. What he couldn't accept even more was that the other party turned out to be Hypnos, the god of sleep. of God. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Phillips, who has always longed for God's recognition and power.

"It seems that you think so." Mitstos continued, "But I want to tell you that your idea is wrong. The power of the gods does not only belong to those with the blood of the gods, but to everyone. A person with faith, courage, and perseverance. Although I am a farmer, I have always believed in gods and pursued strength and wisdom. It is precisely because of my faith and hard work that I was able to be recognized by Hypnos. Become his own.”

When Phillips heard that Metistos had become Hypnos' god, his eyes turned red and he stared at Metistos.

Phillips was stunned by Mitstos' question. He had never thought about this question. In his understanding, only demigods like him with the blood of gods are qualified to become gods, and ordinary people like Mitstos can never cross that step.

When Phillips listened to Mitstos's words, the anger in his heart did not diminish, but became more intense. He felt that Meterstos was mocking his incompetence and failure, mocking him for being a demigod but unable to gain the recognition and power of the gods.

Mitstos looked at the angry Phillips without any fear in his heart. He knew that if he showed weakness or backed down at this time, the anger in Phillips' heart would only become stronger. Therefore, he chose to face Phillips' challenge with the identity and majesty of a god.

"How can you become the god of Hypnos?" Phillips roared angrily, "What qualifications do you, a humble peasant, have to stand beside a god?"

"Don't be proud!" Phillips roared, "Even if you become a god of Hypnos, it won't change the fact that you were once a lowly peasant. You will never be able to get as much as a demigod like me. True divine power and glory.”

Mitstos looked at the angry Phillips and couldn't help feeling a little sad. He knew that Phillips had been bound by his own identity and lineage, unable to see the wider world and more powerful forces. However, he did not give up guiding and inspiring Phillips.

"Phillips, do you know what the true power and glory of gods are?" Mitstos asked, "Do you think that only demigods like you can get the true power and glory of gods?" Phillips asked again He was stunned by Mitstos' question. He had never thought about this question before. In his understanding, demigods are nobler and more powerful beings than ordinary people, and they should receive more power and glory from gods.

"It seems that you still don't understand." Mitstos continued, "The true power and glory of gods do not only belong to demigods or people with the blood of gods. They belong to all people who have faith, courage, and perseverance. , a wise and caring person. No matter where you come from or what your bloodline is, as long as you have these qualities and work hard to pursue and practice them, you will be able to obtain the true power and glory of God."

Hearing Mitstos's words, Phillips' eyes became confused. Is this true? Are gods supreme, pure and flawless, and only humans with coexisting courage and perseverance can become gods?

So Phillips began to wonder if he had done something wrong? Doesn't he have enough love for Vulcan? Is he timid about fighting? He has no wisdom?

This, this wisdom is indeed a little bit lacking.

Phillips's heart was like a huge wave, hitting his thoughts one after another. He began to reflect deeply on himself, with pain and an unprecedented sobriety. He has always believed that as a descendant of Hephaestus, the god of fire, and with a demigod lineage, he should naturally receive the power and glory of the gods. However, Mitstos's words were like a sharp sword, piercing his self-righteousness.

He recalled all his past behaviors, those moments when he was arrogant and looked down upon others because of his bloodline, those moments when he neglected hard work and perseverance because he thought he was a demigod, and those moments where he was complacent and stagnant because he felt that he already possessed part of the divine power. Moments that he didn't move forward... these memories made him feel ashamed and regretful.

He suddenly realized that although he had the blood of a demigod, he had not truly pursued and practiced the qualities of a god. His belief in the God of Fire is more of an identity than deep piety and awe; his courage in fighting is more of an instinct in the blood rather than careful consideration. The last choice; his wisdom is far from reaching the height that a god should have.

Phillips began to understand that the true power and glory of a god could not be easily obtained by relying on blood and identity. What they require is deep inner faith, fearless courage, firm perseverance, profound wisdom, and love for others. These qualities are not innate, but can be gradually acquired through continuous pursuit and practice.

A strong desire arose in his heart. He longed to become a real god like Mitstos and gain the true power and glory of a god. He knew that this road would be full of hardships and challenges, but he was ready and he was willing to use his sweat and efforts to pave the way to the altar.

Phillips raised his head, his eyes full of determination and determination. He looked at Metistos, bowed deeply, and said: "Thank you, Metistos. You made me understand what the true power and glory of the gods are. I know that I didn't do enough before. Okay, but please believe me, from now on, I will work hard to pursue and practice these qualities. I will use my actions to prove that I am worthy of the power and glory of God."

Seeing Phillips' firmness and determination, Mitstos began to feel embarrassed. This demigod didn't expect to be so stupid and to be deceived so easily. He said these words to the people of Rafid City State. Listen, I didn’t expect that this great smart man actually believed it, and he believed it so thoroughly.

In fact, this is not to blame Phillips. After all, although he is a demigod, he has never seen a god, including a regional god. After all, during the period when Zeus changed generations and Typhon attacked Mount Olympus, most of the gods Hide yourself, and the rest that haven't hidden yourself are not accessible to demigods. And now Mitestus is the only god walking the earth.

Naturally, his words are more convincing to Phillips. Of course, Phillips' IQ is also a big key factor.

Mitstos was also a little surprised by Phillips' change. He originally just wanted to stand on the moral high ground and give Phillips guidance so that he could be in a powerful position. However, he did not expect that Phillips would accept his point of view so thoroughly and show such strong determination and desire.

Mitstos originally just wanted to stand on the moral high ground and guide Phillips with the majesty and wisdom of a god, so that he could feel an invisible pressure when facing his new god. He hopes that in this way, Phillips will be aware of his own limitations and shortcomings, so that he can have more reverence and respect for God. However, he never expected that Phillips would accept his point of view so thoroughly and show such strong determination and desire.

Looking at Phillips' firm and determined eyes, Mitstos couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart. He originally thought that his words would have a certain impact and touch on Phillips, but he never expected that they would have such an effect. He suddenly realized that he might have overestimated the power of his words and underestimated Phillips' inner desire.

Mitstos couldn't help but start to reflect on his behavior. He originally just wanted to use words to guide Phillips and let him understand the true meaning of divine power and glory, but he did not really understand and care about Phillips' heart. His words, while full of wisdom and majesty, lacked true emotional resonance and understanding.

This embarrassing feeling gradually spread in Mitstos's heart. He began to realize that although he had become a god, it did not mean that he could judge and guide others at will. Everyone has his or her own growth and mental journey, which needs to be explored and experienced by oneself. He cannot use his own standards and opinions to measure and demand others, let alone impose his will on others.

Mitstos took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner embarrassment and uneasiness. He knew he had made a mistake, a mistake of being too self-righteous and arrogant. He originally thought that he could easily control the minds and hearts of others, but reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

(End of this chapter)