Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 660 A strange coincidence
The human world, the ruins of Mount Odils.

Thousands of years have passed, and the battlefield where the gods once fought remains desolate.

Human traces are very far away here, and it is almost impossible to see any non-natural buildings.

After all, the gods feared and rejected this place, and it was hard for mortals not to travel thousands of miles to explore it... As a result, over the years, this place has maintained its original environment.

As she descended, Hera looked up at the sky.

She slightly raised her hand and poured her power into a phantom black shadow floating above her head.

The dark figure trembled, then slowly solidified.

On the earth, Hera's shadow, which had been somewhat visible, disappeared again, as if the sunlight had bypassed her body.

This is Hades's [Invisibility Helmet]. It can not only conceal one's form, but also cut off the spying of many mysterious realms.

With it, the sun god, who roamed the sky, could not find Hera's whereabouts.

Although the Queen did not believe that Apollo would meddle in her affairs, that did not stop her from taking precautions in advance... especially after personally confirming Aglaia's news, the Queen was even more glad that she had been cautious.

"Zeus...you actually dared...ha, I knew I shouldn't have had any expectations of you!"

wow——

The wind whistled, as if responding to the goddess's fury.

A shadow crossed her eyes, and Hera felt as cold as a bottomless abyss.

More than a month has passed since we learned of Hebe's whereabouts from Aglaia.

During this time, she first went to the underworld to visit Hades, whom she hadn't seen for many years.

Hera then hurried to the ruins of Mount Odile, heading straight for the place where the goddess of youth had once appeared.

The process was uneventful, and Hera encountered no obstacles.

She successfully found her daughter, who had not fallen into an eternal sleep like the gods of the stars.

But on that day, Hera, who had originally planned to take Hebe back to the sacred mountain, had to stop.

As expected, the unexpected still happened.

To her furious and shocked gaze, a human was with Hebe.

They seemed to have lived here for a long time, even building a wooden house and a pastoral setting, just like an ordinary couple.

For a moment, Hera's heart was in turmoil... Of course, if it were only these things, Hera might be a little angry, but it wouldn't be enough to make her so heartbroken.

After all, the god Chaos never cared about such trivial matters; it was no big deal for a god to marry a mortal.

What Hera truly couldn't accept was the human identity and Hebe's obviously abnormal 'outfit'... Her gaze lingered on that familiar belt for a long time, and Hera felt she had never been so angry before.

"Harmonia, the goddess of harmony... Her power can soothe the heart and allow people to let go of their ambitions and choose to live a peaceful and tranquil life..."

"Aphrodite's belt, as alluring as its owner... it can stir up the deepest desires in people's hearts, arousing the most primal animalistic lusts..."

"And you, son of the god-king who once brought me a moment of joy, only to be followed by shame... Zeus... You are very good... I never knew you could disgust me so much!"

"You instructed him to destroy my garden, and now you want him to take my daughter away?!"

woo-

A fierce wind howled, stirring up clouds of dust.

Recalling what she had witnessed in the past few days, Hera felt only irony.

As the Queen of the Gods, she had considered that perhaps one day in the future, Zeus would choose a husband that Hebe desired for some purpose.

This person could be a god, or it could be a famous mortal. After all, Perseus of the constellation Perseus is a precedent, and Hera has no reason to find it unacceptable.

In her view, since Hebe had no intention of actively seeking a marriage, it was not inappropriate for Zeus to arrange it.

In any case, the being chosen by the other party may not be perfect, but it must have some value that would move even a god-king.

Despite all her calculations, Hera never imagined that when that day finally arrived, the person standing before her would be none other than the mortal who had gained his name because of her, yet who had almost made her a laughingstock.

Hercules… How could she not remember his existence?

Even if she didn't remember him before, it was hard for Hera not to think of him after he overturned her Golden Apple Garden.

The Queen of Gods admitted that the other party was indeed very valuable to the King of Gods, even more so than Perseus had been.

But if Zeus had given even the slightest thought to her opinion, he would not have made such an arrangement at this moment, attempting to have this mortal who had offended him marry his daughter and involving Aphrodite's artifacts in the process.

This was a humiliation—and perhaps Zeus knew this, which is why he never let Hera know about it.

But it is precisely because of this that the diva finds it all the more ironic.

Having made prior preparations to keep it from her, the God-King seemed to act with even greater impunity.

For example, the seal marks on that human hero, and his unwavering will and spirit.

"Ah."

Hera stretched out her palm, a cold smile playing on her lips.

She looked at the tall human hero as if she wanted to squeeze his heart from his chest.

Even if the Empress knew that she was doing something futile.

But it wasn't until she touched the real seals and shackles within the other person's body that the Empress finally accepted the truth.

Hera saw through Zeus's plan. Heracles was undoubtedly someone Zeus valued highly, but the latter was not very willing to obey his will.

So, out of desperation, the king of gods resorted to creating a 'tether' for the other party and holding them firmly in his grasp—a tactic he was most adept at and most willing to use. Hebe was Zeus's tool, but not to win over this son of the king of gods who had grown up on earth; quite the opposite, she was a chain forged by the king of gods himself. (489)

He was trying to use this to lock down the fickle human mind; as for the goddess of youth, she was merely an insignificant sacrifice...

No, it doesn't stop there.

Her eyes were cold, and Hera had a guess in her mind.

Zeus's goal has not yet been achieved, because in his eyes, even though this human has lost his power, his spirit shines even brighter.

Hebe alone was probably not enough to keep him in check... That's why Zeus hesitated to 'close the net', because he needed more constraints.

Like a pair of children, or something else, when they are born into this world, and some mortals who accidentally wander into this wilderness outside the human world are arranged to let them gradually multiply and live here, worshiping Hercules and Hebe, the only ones who can protect their safety, as their monarchs, or the source of their faith.

Love, family ties, friendship, the expectations of children, the reliance of the nation, the trust of the people... all these will overlap, making it impossible for people to escape.

When all the good things one possesses come from the God-King, and accepting the God-King's kindness is equivalent to accepting everything from him, can this human still persevere as he does now?

Hera didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

At this moment, the violent pounding in my chest gradually subsided, yet it felt like a volcano about to erupt. It would either erupt in silence or perish in silence.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if a torrential rain was about to pour down.

A murderous intent, a thousand times stronger than before, was brewing within Hera. She looked at Hercules, wanting to eliminate the root of the problem that was the only one she could solve.

She can't kill Zeus, that's for sure, but she might be able to kill this human, especially now that he's powerless.

As long as he is killed, no matter how angry Zeus is, he can only helplessly accept the fact, rather than making things difficult for his queen over a dead man... Subconsciously, he took a step forward, and divine power began to surge at his fingertips.

To prevent any accidents, Hera was prepared to use all her strength... but just as she was about to make her move, Hera's peripheral vision unconsciously swept over the fragments of the ancient sacred mountain.

Mount Odile, what an ancient and magnificent sacred place... yet even it could not escape its ultimate destruction.

The soil and rocks of this sacred mountain have witnessed the birth of three generations of god-kings, as well as two tragic human dramas of fathers and sons killing each other.

It was here that Rhea secretly released Zeus, which led to everything that followed.

Undoubtedly, this is an initiative that the Olympian pantheon has always praised.

Until today, Hera had never been able to understand the Mother Goddess.

Because although she was grateful to Rhea for this, she had never felt the kind of emotion from Ares that would make her break with Zeus so fiercely.

If the God-King swallowed this God of War, Hera might be angry, but she might not find it so unacceptable.

At this moment, although she still couldn't fully empathize, Hera expressed her respect.

Perhaps the Mother Goddess was once just as angry as she was...

"Ok?"

As Hera took a step forward, the dark clouds in the sky began to sink slightly.

The heavens seemed to sense something, knowing that a momentous event destined to impact the world was about to occur.

However, as she stopped again, in that instant, when the humans before her and the remains of the sacred mountain behind her came into Hera's view at the same time, an inexplicable thought suddenly arose out of nowhere and quickly took root in her heart.

Killing Heracles might solve the immediate problem, but the root of all problems ultimately lies with Zeus, and there will always be a second and a third problem waiting for her in the future.

Hera didn't think she could do anything to him before. Just like in the past thousands of years, when faced with the infidelity of the god-king, she could only target those lucky or unlucky lovers.

The power of the god-king is absolute; it is not something she can change. Even those mortal lovers who suffered before were essentially only victims because Zeus never cared about them and intentionally used them to vent Hera's anger.

But today I stand here, beside the ruins of this ancient sacred mountain.

Looking around, one can see that the vast mountains stretching for thousands of miles are simply the remains of boulders that collapsed from the sacred mountain.

Recalling the scenery of the past, a rebellious plan suddenly emerged in Hera's heart, and it became even more unforgettable for her.

Killed Zeus?
Overthrow Zeus's rule?
That is of course impossible.

Even if she were given this ability, Hera would not make this choice; it is not in line with her personality.

But aside from that, if we could teach Zeus a lesson he would never forget, or even instill a slight fear or apprehension in him, so that he would no longer act so recklessly, perhaps it wouldn't be impossible to give it a try...

She was, after all, his queen, not a pawn to be used at will, and the same applied to her daughter.

Silently, Hera withdrew her step.

She remained silent, calculating the possibilities in her mind.

"Hercules... I remember him as a very powerful human, much more powerful than Perseus."

"Even Ladon, whom the gods could not defeat, was defeated by him, and this feeling... is it a symbol of supporting the heavens?"

A glint flashed in Hera's eyes; she now understood why Zeus valued this human so highly.

It is extremely rare for a symbol supporting the sky to be borne by a human being.

However, from another perspective, this also proves that this human does indeed possess extraordinary abilities, and perhaps he can truly teach Zeus a lesson.

"He has ability, he has hatred, and most importantly, he is a human being."

“It couldn’t be more fitting… After all, while I wanted to teach Zeus a lesson, I didn’t intend to be like the mother goddess, who originally only planned to release us but ultimately overthrew her husband’s throne…”

Hera whispered to herself, the more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

It is an indisputable fact that no human being could possibly threaten Zeus's throne, and this is far more reassuring than any oath.

While oaths can be broken, in the world of Chaos, this boundary, which exists in one's innate identity, is a barrier that mortals can never cross for all eternity.

(End of this chapter)