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Chapter 426 A magnificent rebellion against the gods!

In the underworld, atop an unnamed mountain peak, a figure struggles to push a massive rock in front of him.

The entire mountain is extremely steep, making it incredibly difficult for ordinary people to even find a foothold on the slope.

Even though the figure was incredibly strong, he was still human, and every step he took up the slope would consume a lot of his energy.

His name was Sisyphus.

It is a heinous person who, with the body of a mortal, has kidnapped the Grim Reaper, causing death to be taken away from the human world.

This is the evaluation of him by the king of the gods on Mount Olympus.

The sage of Jambudvipa, who was the only one who could keep his word, made a promise.

Even if he committed the crime of deceiving Heaven, tricking Death and causing chaos among the people, and fooling all the gods.

But Heaven has a benevolent heart; as long as the boulder is successfully pushed to the top of the mountain, all sins will be wiped clean.

8848 steps—that's the distance Sisyphus measured.

It only takes 8,848 steps to push this huge boulder to the top of the mountain.

But he knew that things weren't that simple.

Because this mountain has no end.

Who would have thought that in his first year of pushing the rolling stone, the summit of this massive mountain was only a few hundred steps away?

Back then, the mountain peaks were so high that you could see the end of them from the bottom.

Sisyphus pushed the boulder from the foot of the mountain to the top in just two days.

But just before he reached the summit, he watched helplessly as the mountain peak, which was so close at hand, suddenly rose an extra ten feet.

At that time, he, who always considered himself clever, certainly understood that this was a trick played by the gods.

Just as he once fooled the gods, the gods are now fooling him in a different way.

Under the immense power of the gods, he will forever carry stones, repeating this labor with endless weariness and pain.

On his first attempt to climb the mountain, Sisyphus spent three days and three nights successfully raising the slope of the entire Underworld Mountain to a distance of 539 steps.

In the sky, the gods who had been fooled by him watched as he struggled to push for three days and three nights.

Watching him gradually reach his physical limit.

When he finally exhausted all his strength, he rolled down the mountain with the boulder.

As Sisyphus's body convulsed in agony from reaching its limit, the gods finally smiled.

The gods were very pleased to see this once arrogant man, who had fooled the gods, suffer and in the near future regret his blasphemous acts until he collapsed.

But gradually, some things deviated from the gods' plan.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...

Countless years have passed, and the gods would occasionally remember this vile blasphemer and come to visit him.

But no matter when, they could never see any remorse in the eyes of this blasphemer.

On the contrary, one could occasionally see a hint of pleasure in the upturned corners of his mouth, his tired but bright eyes, and his relaxed brows.

Even if they are unwilling to admit it, these gods can only arrive at an absurd conclusion.

That is Sisyphus, who enjoyed the work that brought him pain.

Yes, Sisyphus rejoiced in the punishment the gods had given him, regardless of whether it was pushing a boulder, inflicting ultimate humiliation, or suffering excruciating torment.

The gods thought Sisyphus was simply pushing the boulder.

But Sisyphus knew that he was actually driving destiny, the destiny of mankind and the gods.

What he is pushing here is a monument to humanity's success in mocking the gods.

Inscribed on this monument made of massive stones is the fact that Sisyphus, with mortal cunning, successfully tricked the gods through deception.

The gods wanted to demonstrate their divine authority by punishing him, but instead proved that with enough courage, perseverance, and wisdom, even the gods could not do anything to you.

Finally, after countless years, when he had pushed the boulder countless times, reaching the peak of the 8848th step, no god was willing to come and see him anymore.

Because they know that they will not find the happiness they want here, but will only feel fooled by mortals once again.

Today, many years have passed since Sisyphus pushed the boulder up Mount Hades, and two strange visitors are about to arrive.

……

At the summit of Mount Olympus, inside the Pantheon.

Bai Ye held an ordinary-looking rope in his hand.

At the other end of this rope stood the strongest saint in the entire Jambudvipa, the king of gods who had successfully usurped the throne and sealed away his own father.

Standing atop the Greek mountain, countless gazes from all five realms converged upon it, and even the Heavenly Court used a demon-revealing mirror to allow all the immortals to observe.

Knowing that countless eyes were watching them, Zeus, who did not believe he would lose, certainly did not shield himself from these gazes.

However, this rebellion launched by a quasi-saint against a saint will be recorded in history regardless of the outcome, so the key is how to win with dignity.

"I won't bully you..."

Zeus looked at the boy in front of him, a hint of pure lust for his good looks flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to win gracefully, but also to make the beauty in front of him realize the difference between them, so that she would willingly serve his female self after his victory.

To be honest, in all these years, Zeus has never seen a man as iconic as the White Night. So what if he were to become a woman in order to enjoy the White Night?

As for turning Baiye into a woman?

That won't do! What if Bai Ye becomes less attractive than a man after turning into a woman?

Zeus looked at Bai Ye and said generously, "Since your strength is unmatched among quasi-saints, then I will also unleash the power of a quasi-saint, the power I possessed just before I became a saint."

"What's the difference?" countless Quasi-Saints in the Five Domains cursed inwardly.

The more one's strength increases, the more one understands the gap between oneself and a saint. And what is the difference between a quasi-saint and a saint when one's power is infinitely close to that of a saint?

But only the sage remained expressionless throughout.

The majesty of a sage must not be insulted.

Even if Zeus doesn't pursue the matter this time, they will still make this offender pay a heavy price and demote him to the Star Wrathful Ye.

Faced with the "generous" Zeus, Bai Ye remained silent, gently shaking the rope to signal that the other party should act quickly if he wanted to.

This infuriated Zeus. Did this guy even know what he was doing?

Man! You are betraying the good intentions of a saint.

Now that things had come to this, Zeus, thoroughly enraged, stopped wasting words and prepared to quickly enjoy the man before him, gripping the rope in his hand and pulling hard.

In an instant, the rope, strengthened by the combined forces of the White Night and Zeus, tightened instantly.

Meanwhile, Mount Olympus beneath them began to groan in pain, as if it were about to be crushed by their four legs at any moment.

The next moment, feeling the power transmitted through the rope, Zeus was astonished. His peak half-saint power had failed to pull the rope.

With the power he's currently wielding, the other end of the rope is pressing down on the five domains. If all the quasi-saints were to join forces, they should be pulled headfirst.

(End of this chapter)