Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 315 There are only two kinds of gods in Greece, one is Zeus
When Eros learned that Zeus would personally compete in the weightlifting competition, he was completely confused.

If you don't play, how can others play?

If one does not know the Emperor of Heaven, it is in vain to travel all over Greece.

Not to mention weightlifting, even if all the gods were tied to the other end of a rope and asked to play tug-of-war with Zeus, they would all be thrown up by Zeus with just one hand.

Is this a collective trade?

Eros, who was just thinking about how to show off his skills and demonstrate his core strength, was instantly deflated.

"What's wrong, father? Am I not performing well enough?"

Minos, who had once again suppressed all the demigods, looked at his father with some confusion.

She didn't seem to understand why her father suddenly became so depressed.

"No, you behaved very well, I just thought of other things."

Eros touched his daughter's head and felt a little relieved.

It’s okay. At least Pandora is in our hands. So it doesn’t matter even if she serves as a stepping stone for Zeus.

As for whether Zeus would give in to him and let him win.

Eros thought that the possibility was very small. After all, Zeus was the king of gods, and since she had appeared, she would naturally be the absolute winner.

She can give in to anything in private, but in public, she still has to maintain her dignity as the King of Gods.

Never mind, just do it. It’s not shameful to give it to Zeus.

Eros sighed, and at that moment the demigods' game just ended, with Iris looking stunned yet excited.

She shouted loudly to everyone in the arena, announcing the surprising and exciting news.

"Celebrate! Cheer! And be amazed at what you see next!"

"The king of the gods, the great Zeus, will personally attend this event and demonstrate his power to you!"

The news that Zeus appeared in person shocked not only the gods but also the audience in the arena, followed by cheers and praises like a tide.

The majestic Heavenly Father, the great God King, the Father of all, the God holding thunder.

They poured out all their praises and adorations, paying homage to this most honorable and great God.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and in the thunder and fire, the king of gods, radiating light like a flame, descended into the arena.

That vast divine light, just walking in front of mortals, is enough to make their eyes hurt and unable to see.

Everyone had to shed tears while trying to see the figure of this God among Gods.

In their eyes, that figure was extremely tall and sacred, noble and great, making people unable to help but feel reverence.

Your Majesty the God King, we respect your teeth!

In contrast, Atlas, who walked out silently and kept silent, like a little giant, appeared very low-key.

Eros also stood beside Zeus. In the eyes of mortals, he was an extremely sacred figure shrouded in divine light.

But in Eros's eyes, Zeus was just standing there no different from usual.

His whole body was wrapped in silvery lightning, but it seemed that as Eros' own strength grew, he could increasingly feel the difference in Zeus.

Just as Zeus had once displayed his boundless body in front of him, Eros could now also feel the vastness and greatness contained in the seemingly petite figure in front of him.

Because it was Zeus mode, and in front of so many people, Zeus did not speak to Eros, but just glanced at him faintly.

Everything was implied. With the level of mutual understanding between Eros and Zeus, a single glance was enough to make everything clear.

It turns out that Zeus also needs a chance to knock and show off.

Of course, powerful primordial gods like Gaia Nyx understand her greatness and power.

But alas, people can’t teach others.

Even with the warnings from their elders, some second-generation Titans and some gods born after the Titan War still don't know much about Zeus.

They may understand how powerful Zeus is and think that she is the undisputed king of gods.

But that kind of cognition and understanding, even though it was already very exaggerated in their own cognition, still underestimated Zeus.

There are only two kinds of gods in Greece, one is Zeus and the other is other gods.

In this situation, it is natural that some gods would secretly think that Zeus is about the same age as themselves, so how powerful can he be?
Hence, the scene where Zeus was furious and personally participated in the game happened.

Compared to other sports that rely more or less on skill or ability, weightlifting is all about pure and simple strength.

And this is exactly what Zeus wanted to demonstrate, using an absolute, despairing power like a chasm to make some gods realize the situation.

Eros understood instantly and complained in his mind how could someone be so short-sighted as to think that there was not much difference between himself and Zeus?
Maybe in some people's eyes, the War of the Titans is Zeus + Gaia + his own sisters + a bunch of surrendered Titans vs. Kronos.

It gives people the impression that Zeus only ascended to the throne of the king of gods because of the power of numbers and the help and guidance of so many great gods.

I even think that I can do it. With such a luxurious lineup, I can overthrow the current Zeus and replace him with another one.

This is also a disadvantage of Zeus calling himself the philosopher king, which is that it makes them feel that they are really important and even the king of gods has to care about their opinions.

If it were Eros, it would have been Tutu long ago. How dare you speak to the Emperor of the Earth in such a tone?

However, this was Zeus' own choice and persistence, and Eros did not comment too much.

After the cheers and applause gradually faded away, Iris slowly explained the format of this competition.

"First, let the Titan Atlas, who holds up the sky on his shoulders, take the lead."

As a temporary reinforcement, Atlas said nothing, but after hearing Iris's words, he walked towards Mount Olympus.

With every step he took, his figure grew larger, like a bronze body made of fine iron, towering like a mountain.

By the time He arrived in front of Mount Olympus, Atlas had already transformed into a Titan towering into the clouds.

Looking up from the perspective of the arena, one could only see His ankles and His outline buried deep in the clouds.

But even so, compared with Mount Olympus, which seems to have no top and towers to the extreme, His size still seems a little small.

It's like seeing hills on a hillside and mistaking them for mountains, but when you compare them with real mountains, you realize how small they are.

But at least, after its stature became so majestic, Atlas was finally big enough to support the entire bottom of the sacred mountain.

Without saying a word, He stretched out His hand towards Mount Olympus, intending to lift it up.

　Black Monkey types slowly, and it doesn't seem to affect my typing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)