Zeus slammed into me with enough force to rip apart mountains. I was blasted downward, crashing through clouds, then through the upper levels of Olympus, until I smashed into the streets of the lower city.
Marble shattered beneath me, dust exploding outward as civilians scattered, screaming.
"RRAAGGHH!!!"
I roared, my power bursting outward like an erupting volcano. The air warped around me. My eyes ignited in a glowing, furious gold as cracks of Underworld energy radiated through the ground.
Zeus descended like a falling comet, thunder rolling behind him. In his hand, he conjured the Blade of Olympus—its glow piercing the sky, humming with destructive power.
Oh yeah. Little bro brought out the big guns.
He pointed the blade at me, divine energy spiraling around him like a storm.
"Still want to protect a mortal, brother…?" he asked with venom.
"Hehehe…"
I leaned forward and spit directly onto the blade.
Yup. I spit on the Blade of fucking Olympus.
Zeus's face twisted in disbelief and fury.
I staggered to my feet, dust rolling off my robes. My chain blades materialized in my hands, their dark edges crackling with infernal heat.
"Fuck off…" I whispered with a smug grin.
We launched at each other.
The moment our weapons clashed, the world around us exploded. Shockwaves tore through the streets, ripping up buildings and sending divine structures collapsing like flimsy toys.
Statues of gods shattered. Pillars broke. The skies darkened from the force of our blows.
Every strike sent tremors through Olympus. Every counter created storms.
I swung my chain blades in a deadly arc. Zeus deflected, lightning sparking wildly. I slammed my foot into the ground and summoned massive black veins from deep within the mountain, letting them shoot upward and wrap around Zeus's legs.
The veins tightened—cracking stone and warping the ground—before he tore through them with raw force.
Of course he did.
Classic Zeus bullshit.
But he staggered. A misstep. A single sloppy moment.
"DIE!!!" he roared.
Hera descended from above in a fury, her aura flaming with divine rage. She landed beside Zeus with a shriek, summoning a spear made of starfire.
And then—Poseidon.
The bastard rose from the sea clouds below, still missing an arm and an eye, but radiating rage.
Within seconds, it was three against one.
I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck as they encircled me. The skies trembled. The ground beneath us splintered.
『User, note that your powers are infinite and limitless. Just reminding, by the way.』
Yeah, no shit, system.
Dark power surged through me. My feet sank into the cracking marble as Olympus trembled violently under the weight of what was about to come next.
The gods wanted a war?
They were about to get one.
We fought—blades, spear, trident—clashing all at once in a storm of chaos. I stood alone against the three, sparks and divine fire exploding around us.
Then, in a surge of power, four bloody spectral arms burst out from my back, writhing and swinging like weapons of their own.
Damn.
I looked like that one lion god who descended to protect his devotee. And right now, this was way too similar.
Poseidon unleashed a tidal wave the size of a mountain, roaring forward with enough force to crush continents.
Hera erupted with starfire, summoning shimmering cosmic blasts that ripped open the air itself.
Zeus raised the Blade of Olympus high as the sky tore apart, thousands upon thousands of lightning bolts descending in a divine onslaught.
I looked up at all of it—three gods firing everything they had—and my eyes remained completely unimpressed.
Then I smirked.
And snapped my fingers.
Click.
Three gigantic portals erupted into existence in front of me, swirling with black and gold energy.
All their attacks—water, lightning, cosmic fire—were sucked straight into the portals like they were nothing but drafts of wind.
The moment the last attack vanished, the portals twisted and compressed the entire catastrophic force into a single small glowing sphere that floated gently into my palm.
"You—!"
All three of their eyes widened in absolute horror.
I looked at them with the biggest, cockiest smirk of my entire immortal life.
Then I crushed the ball.
The three portals instantly reappeared—but now surrounding them.
Their own attacks descended upon them in a catastrophic storm.
The tidal wave crashed down on their bodies.
Cosmic starfire erupted around them.
Lightning storms rained unrelentingly, electrocuting them until the sky went white.
They were drowned, burned, crushed, ripped, and electrocuted all at once—over and over—until the explosions finally settled and the dust began to clear.
By the end of it, all three gods lay on the ground—broken, smoking, twitching, defeated.
I warped in front of them in an instant. The three gods lay broken, beaten, and twitching on the cracked marble floor. Their divine auras flickered weakly like dying candles.
Without hesitation, I conjured three spectral daggers—black, sharp, humming with Underworld power.
I slammed each dagger through their palms and sliced across the tendons in their wrists and ankles, pinning them down so they couldn't move.
They screamed, but I ignored them.
"Some fucking King of the Gods you are," I said, my voice low and cold.
Zeus looked up at me, sweat running down his face, confusion mixing with fear.
"How did you grow that much power, brother?" he asked, voice trembling.
"You wanna know?"
He nodded instantly.
Fucking cocksucker.
"Apologize to the girl first."
I raised my hand and opened a portal.
Nyx stepped out, cradling the little nine-year-old girl's soul carefully in her arms. Her presence dimmed the entire hall, shadows rippling behind her.
Zeus stared at the child, swallowed hard, and finally spoke.
"I'm sorry."
Damn!
He apologized?
Is he really that hungry for power that he'd bow to a mortal child?
I turned to Nyx and gave her a nod. She nodded back, holding the child closer before stepping back through the portal with her.
As for the three pieces of trash lying at my feet, I raised my hands and began carving their punishments into the very air.
I bound a curse on Zeus and Poseidon first.
"If either of you ever have another affair," I said slowly, letting the words coil around them like chains, "infertility will be your demise."
Both of them stiffened. Even Poseidon, who didn't even have a wife yet, knew damn well this meant the Medusa rape incident—the one everyone knew was bound to happen—would never come to pass now.
Good.
One less tragedy to worry about.
Then I turned to Hera.
"As for you," I said, staring down at her trembling body, "if you ever kill—or send any appliance, minion, creature, or command—to kill even a single female infant or a young girl…"
I leaned closer.
"You'll lose your hormones."
Pfft. Hormones. I nearly died laughing.
The look on her face was priceless.
All three of them were shocked. Horrified. Frozen.
Then I conjured another glowing sphere in my hand. They all tensed, eyes wide, thinking I had a backup copy of their combined attacks ready to blast them again.
Immediately, all three gods lowered their heads and admitted defeat.
As for Olympus…,Yeah. It was going to be one hell of a rebuild.
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Chapter 4 — End.