Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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"Don't worry, I know your heart belongs only to me."

"But Clymene, what they are doing is actually what I wish for."

"Achilles, the Divine Sword from the Spirit Realm Angel, the Centaur of Silver Moon City, the Sun... Do you know, long ago, I had seen this sword or at least a part of it."

"Do you know how I felt when I first saw it? You don't know."

"Fear, worry, envy, anger, helplessness... After all, at that time, I was far too weak before the one who created this sword."

"Your Majesty, I..."

Clymene felt somewhat confused and couldn't keep up with Zeus's thoughts.

Who could instill fear in the Divine King? No, that was only before the Divine King touched greatness.

Everyone has moments of weakness, even the former wind god was like this...

However, Clymene didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

Unbeknownst to her, Zeus had not intended his words for her. Strictly speaking, the Goddess of Renown was just an ornament to Zeus.

A rather beautiful ornament, primarily special because she was a god.

Beyond that, he had many such ornaments.

"I know, he wants to overturn Mount of the Gods—this is not a problem."

"The mountain cannot fall, but everything else can be negotiated."

"This mortal wants to challenge me, which is also fine."

"I will never act against him until he stands before me."

Ignoring Clymene beside him, Zeus continued speaking.

After hesitating for a moment, thinking she had found the right train of thought, Clymene cautiously asked,

"...Your Majesty, are you planning to deliver a fatal blow when he is at his most triumphant?"

"Of course not."

Smiling once again, Zeus shook his head and casually said, "If I wanted to kill him, why bother with such complications?"

"As King of All Gods, all the deities in this world should heed my command. Why should I personally deal with a mere mortal?"

"Even if that day truly comes, my envoys will naturally appear, inviting the 'esteemed' gods to subdue this mortal."

"Such a story... makes sense, right?"

Zeus's smile was warm, but unreasonably, Clymene shivered.

The 'esteemed' gods... So what exactly is the Divine King planning?

Whom does he want to invite, whom does he need to invite?

Or... does he just wish to see which of them would actually show up if he did "invite" them.

Whether they come or not, it provides an answer.

Even if forced, it is still a choice.

And in this world of heavens, truly only Zeus and the Primordial Deity could compel those gods to provide an answer.

"Your Majesty... truly farsighted."

Offering a low voice of praise, Clymene felt fear, yet, strangely, she also felt a flicker of excitement.

Indeed, just like this.

This was what she wanted.

Fame, power, and someone who holds everything in the palm of his hand.

The Divine King was so unfathomable, he would inevitably be the ultimate victor.

And all this... could never be given to her by Iapetus.

...

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Apollo took his Sun Chariot, and Hephaestus also arrived at the Temple of the Sun God with the prepared items.

Though somewhat surprised by Achilles's calmness, the God of Craftsmanship asked no further questions.

He was just a worker, and this mortal was merely raw material for his work.

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