Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

In Demeter's eyes, Zeus saw the same resentment as always, but he still smiled as he adorned her with the beautiful ornament.

The Divine King never minded being generous in such minor matters; after all, he was well aware of what Demeter was capable of.

Afterwards, the Divine King consecutively bestowed different rewards upon the gods, some honors greater than the actual gifts. It was not until he had gone full circle that he seemed to finally remember something and turned his attention to Aphrodite.

During the catastrophe of Typhon, the Goddess of Beauty had fled as well, which wasn't a problem, but Zeus was concerned that she had only taken her daughter Harmonia with her.

"In this disaster, the contributions of mortals are as indispensable as those of the gods."

"The Prince of Phoenicia, Cadmos, proved to me the courage of mortals with his actions; he too shall receive the corresponding reward."

"Aphrodite, the gift I am giving you and your daughter is such a fine marriage."

With a smile on his face, but no hint of negotiation, Zeus announced loudly from the center of the hall.

"Cadmos will establish a city-state under the guidance of the deities, and Harmonia will become his wife."
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"The bravest among humans, he has brought peace to the world with his efforts. His marriage to Harmonia will be the perfect end to this disaster."

...

Following the distribution of rewards, a long-lasting feast began on Mount Olympus.

Perhaps to vent their fear of Typhon, or for some other reason, many demigods whose origins were not recorded in later generations were born during this feast.

Like Helios and the Scalding Water Goddess's illegitimate child Phaethon, if he had not arrogantly driven the Sun Chariot, bringing disaster everywhere, his name would not have had the right to appear in myths. And there were many demigods like him.

Of course, demigods is a broad concept, it can refer to a race, as well as to a level of strength. These so-called demigods born of the gods' revelry typically refer only to the former, as their powers are not very strong.

Although as the first-generation demigods, they are all inevitably capable of entering transcendental domains, but that's about it. Most of them don't even possess divinity sufficient to sustain eternal life, succumbing to age and finally turning to dust.

"Zephyrus, do you have something to say to me?"

Strolling along the newly-restored mountain path, Zeus looked down at Olympus.

The feast had just begun, but the indulgence of the deities often didn't mean the attendants shared the same pleasures.

The servants who had escaped the disaster were laboring between the mountains, clearing the shattered rubble, and building new temples. Watching this scene, the Divine King was reminded of a deity he had encountered earlier.

It was someone he saw fleeing in a panic on the sea while he was confronting Typhon, a small and ugly fellow. To Zeus's surprise, he sensed a bloodline aura similar to Hera's on the individual.

At first he was furious, and if he hadn't been fighting Typhon, he would have almost captured the fellow for questioning. But then he realized something. It seemed like the person only bore Hera's bloodline... Considering this, perhaps he could find a way to make him useful.

"Your Majesty, it's like this."

Not knowing what Zeus was thinking about, the God of West Wind simply stood by, hands at his side, showing no difference despite his ascension to Principal God.

"Previously, while I was following Your Majesty's order to cleanse the Eastern lands of demons, I was tracking Typhon's offspring, the three-headed hellhound Cerberus, eastwards when I unexpectedly encountered the Goddess of the Magic Net."

"Did you suffer at her hands?"

Shaking his head with a smile, Zeus said somewhat helplessly:

"Well, I can't help you there, but it's probably just a prank. Actually, as long as she doesn't bother me, let her do her own thing."

"That's not it, Princess Hecate didn't take any notice of me, perhaps all thanks to Your Majesty's authority."

With an impassive compliment, Zephyrus continued:

"In the face of the oncoming three-headed dog, the goddess easily subdued the demon. It seemed she intended to turn it into a guardian for her home... But that's none of my concern. I had planned to take my leave, but the omnipresent wind in that area told me that another human kingdom exists there."

"They are not of the fourth generation of humans; they defy Your will, still praising Prometheus as a sage, and most importantly, their faith—"

"They claim the Olympian Gods, including you and me, to be false gods, right?"

Zeus interrupted Zephyrus's narration with a calm demeanor, unsurprised by this.

"...It seems I was being meddlesome, Your Majesty."

He responded respectfully, but at this moment, the God of the West Wind began to regret his words.

He had thought it was a place unnoticed by the Divine King, after all, it was on the southeastern coast of the land, but now it seems that Zeus had been aware of their existence all along.

Zephyrus did not want to know why the Divine King had not eradicated them, but he was certain there were things he did not need to know.

"Ah, my friend, you needn't overthink it. That human kingdom is indeed a bit troublesome, but it's probably not as terrible as you think."

"It will exist, Zephyrus, but it will exist only there."

Ever since the incident with Leto, Zeus had been aware of the existence of Silver Moon City. Those blasphemous speeches, doctrines of disdain for all gods...

At first, Zeus was actually a bit panicked, since at that time he hadn't yet established the Sovereign Ritual, nor had he experienced the war to suppress Gaia; he once thought Silver Moon City's existence was the Primordial Gods' tentacle intending to subvert Olympus.

However, later on, as his own strength increased, and with his covert and overt attention to Silver Moon City, Zeus dismissed that idea. He found that those disdainful sayings about the gods seemed not to come from the Primordial Gods themselves, but from his servants and followers.

"Human affairs should be left to humans to resolve, especially since the Mortal Realm is becoming increasingly unfriendly to gods."

With a sigh, Zeus was increasingly glad for the existence of the 'invented' Divine Arts.

'As the god king chosen by the current will, I will not, nor can I reveal the power of the gods first in the Mortal Realm. But if you make a move first...'

He might not be able to beat them himself, but wasn't the world biased in his favor? Zeus was already quite adept at this approach. As for how he would ensure that the aggressor would always be someone else—

The followers of the Olympian Pantheon far outnumbered the others by more than tens of times. With time, this demographic advantage would only grow. So no matter how you look at it, if the Primordial Gods do not intervene, the others can hardly be a match.

'No rush.'

Musing silently, even though he felt he had the upper hand, Zeus felt he still couldn't be completely ruthless.

Well, let the followers in the Mortal Realm block the others inside that small city; as a god, it's wise to leave some room for maneuver, so that one may greet each other amicably afterward.

...

Spring passed and autumn arrived, time flowed on.

The disaster of Typhon had thus ended, but its impact did not stop there.

Whether it was the time anomalies, the further strictness in the Laws, or the 'offspring' that were born only after its death, all these changes had permanently remained in the Chaos World.

But those are stories for another time; at this moment, the stream of light wrapped in the force of space-time was still laboriously traveling through the bubble of space-time.

From its trajectory, its landing point seemed a bit to the north... That should be somewhere in the northeast of the continent, close to the coastline.

At this moment, the place was still uninhabited, but it was unknown what would happen by the time it truly fell there.