023. Determination
Perseus held his breath deeply, closed his eyes, and buried himself in the salty sea water.
He first opened his eyes tentatively, and the dim underwater world suddenly appeared in his field of vision. He tried to dive down, but Perseus was not very good at swimming, and soon the air in his lungs was not enough.
He wanted to float to the surface of the sea to take a breath, but before he could come up, the strong feeling of suffocation made him unable to help but want to inhale.
The water flowed through the trachea to the lungs. Even though he felt very uncomfortable, once Perseus endured the contraction of the trachea, he found that the suffocation and death he thought he had did not really come.
"Huh?"
He looked down at his body in confusion and tried to breathe a few more times. He found that he could actually breathe underwater, just as he had guessed?!
Perseus tried to move, and he discovered that Ares's sword automatically followed him. The flying shoes lent to him by the divine messenger Hermes even helped him paddle in the water, propelling him forward. As for Zeus's pouch, he hadn't found any use for it yet...
Although he didn't understand the specific reason, Perseus suddenly felt that perhaps he was not an ordinary person. The ordinary small town boy felt that his whole body was full of power that was about to overflow, and having grown up under the teachings of his mother, he was determined to use this power in the right place to do the right thing.
Not only does he want to kill the evil Medusa, he also wants to snatch the innocent and poor girl back from the hands of Poseidon, the god of the sea!
So Perseus took the treasures lent to him by the gods and swam deeper into the sea.
On the other side, Poseidon, the god of the sea, ordered the nymphs to change Medusa's clothes. Even though they looked down on Medusa, who came from the land and shamelessly seduced the god of the sea, they obviously could not disobey the order of the god of the sea, so they took Medusa to other rooms, surrounded her in the middle, and helped her dress and dress her.
Although they were following the orders of Poseidon, the god of the sea, their faces clearly showed reluctance, and one of them even deliberately rolled his eyes at Medusa.
Medusa was not annoyed. The objects of her hatred were never those innocent nymphs, but those hypocritical gods who stood above them.
In their eyes, she had indeed suddenly snatched away all the attention of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She was entangled with him like a whore, and also took away their chances of gaining his favor.
However, as nymphs, they only lost favor, but if Medusa did not do this, then the end she would face would be numbness and death.
In order to survive such a terrible fate, and to be able to take revenge on these gods in the future, Medusa was willing to do anything. She was even willing to bow her head and respectfully kiss their toes, and be degraded to the dust.
However, now Medusa no longer needs to be so humble. She only needs to please Poseidon, the god of the sea, against her will, and then use the power of hope to influence him.
The King of Gods Zeus has a brother who is eyeing the throne of the King of Gods and is extremely powerful. When faced with the other party's betrayal, he will surely punish him with the most severe means.
Medusa also thought about the possibility that Poseidon, the god of the sea, might succeed in his rebellion, but Zeus was so powerful that he had even swallowed Metis, the goddess of wisdom. How could he be easily defeated by him alone?
Of course, the goddess Athena, whom she once believed in, was also one of the targets of her revenge. Medusa had thought hard about it, but compared to the god of the sea Poseidon, it was more difficult to take revenge on Athena, who seemed to have no desires.
But Medusa had no more choice at this time and could only take it one step at a time.
The nymphs took a long time to dress up Medusa, which made her feel a little impatient.
Fortunately, one of the slightly older nymphs was loyal to her duty and put on a gorgeous gauze dress for her. The dark fabric made Medusa's skin look even whiter, and the clothes made of this material did not make her look bloated. Instead, the draping and flowing fabric highlighted her graceful figure.
Not only that, the nymph also tied up Medusa's beautiful long hair, with the dark purple hair hanging down slightly, revealing her slender and curved neck, which made her stand out among the already beautiful nymphs.
Through the mirror, this dress finally brought some noble and decent temperament to Medusa, who had been in a mess for a long time. No matter how unwilling they were, several younger nymphs showed some surprise on their faces because of such beauty, and looked away in some confusion.
It is said that Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea, could not bear to kill Medusa because of her beauty. Now these nymphs seem to understand the Queen's feelings at that time.
*
I raised my blue eyes and looked at the noble, beautiful yet extremely unfamiliar self in the mirror.
In the past, as a priestess of the goddess Athena, although I was also beautiful, I had never dressed up like this because of my identity and the duties I had to abide by.
I have always had a deep faith in the goddess Athena, and I even made plans to remain a virgin for her and dedicate my life to her.
But in the end the truth is so ironic.
When I encountered such a painful thing, the Athena I believed in actually gave up on me who had lost my virginity at the first time and asked me why I didn't end my life.
I never want to recall the painful experience that night, but I will definitely... definitely make them feel the pain I once felt.
Thinking of this, I chuckled and swam out of here, slowly heading towards where the sea god Poseidon was. My light sleeves fluttered with the water, drawing several graceful arcs.
He had obviously been waiting for a long time, impatiently tapping his finger on the throne belonging to the sea god.
When I was about to swim in front of him, Poseidon, the god of the sea, seemed to sense my arrival and subconsciously raised his narrow and dark eyes to look at me.
When his gaze fell on me, he paused slightly, and then I saw an indiscernible greed emerging in his eyes. He smiled happily, his protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled me into his arms.
My body was suddenly pulled and I was forced to get closer to Him. His strong arms wrapped around my waist. The heat pulsating under my body made my body suddenly soften. His other big hand was placed on my leg and slowly moved upwards.
I smiled, held his hand, and whispered in his ear, "My respected Poseidon, I just changed my clothes. It would be terrible if I ruined them."
Poseidon was clearly displeased by my intervention. His expression changed, and his lustful gaze turned to contempt as he surveyed my face. "A shameless woman like you, do you still need clothes?"
“…”
The smile on my face froze. I finally took a deep breath, restrained my expression, placed my hands on His chest, and said calmly, "Since you look down on me, please let me go."
"Why, are you still angry? Did I say something wrong?"
He stretched out his voice, seeming so unpredictable, but before I could answer, he suddenly stood up and picked me up, easily finding the unguarded entrance, and tore his clothes again, as if throwing the outer packaging of a gift aside casually, and I was the lifeless gift in the packaging bag, something that could be owned or abandoned by anyone.
I knew I should be patient, but His actions reignited the anger that I had almost hidden deep down.
Even though I am acting so shamelessly now, who is responsible for all this?
When I was making love with Him before, I had thought about using my power to make Him pay the price when He was resting. However, God is immortal. Even if I had power, it would be useless. Even if God wanted to kill Him, he couldn't do it, let alone me.
It’s just like the first and second generation kings, one was just castrated, and the other was imprisoned in Tartarus and never saw the light of day.
Even though I just wanted to do something bad that time, the sleeping Poseidon would suddenly open his eyes and look at me warily.
So I certainly couldn't be so direct. Since He liked the process of taming, I raised my hand and slapped Him hard with a "slap". But just as I expected, my palm felt like it was hit on a hard stone and it hurt slightly, but He was unharmed.
Reason told me not to reveal the power in me, so He didn't seem to really feel much pain. Instead, His face suddenly darkened, and then a sly smile appeared at the corner of His mouth, and He pierced me forcefully.
I began to hit and kick Him hysterically, even though I knew that such strength seemed like a joke in the eyes of Poseidon, the god of the sea.
“Let me go…let me go!” I screamed and pulled at his dark blue curls, trying to get him away from me.
"This time, your tricks are also very interesting, I like them very much." Because of the past few days of getting along, He really thought of other aspects, and approached me who was struggling indifferently, as if laughing at my naivety, and buried his head in my neck and chuckled.
"Respected Poseidon, what's the difference between you and those animals in heat? Showing off your power on a woman must be very satisfying to you, right?"
I took this opportunity to taunt him back, but Poseidon actually stopped. His eyes, tinged with lust, narrowed as he stroked my smooth neck, sneering, "You should be thankful I'm not tired of you just yet, otherwise your life wouldn't be guaranteed..."
I felt my skin trembling in the cool water. Poseidon, the god of the sea, had already shackled me. But I still gritted my teeth and said word by word, "Please let me go. I don't want to..."
“—Let her go!!”
As soon as I finished speaking, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from not far away. I frowned and subconsciously turned my head to look.
I saw a blurry figure stumbling out from outside the palace, holding a glowing weapon in his hand. Even I could feel its power. The surrounding nymphs tried to stop him, but were thrown aside by this force.
That is...
Before I could figure it out, a force twisted my vision. Poseidon pinched my chin and said in a hoarse voice with a sinister tone, "You are really not simple to make the son of Zeus dive into the sea for you."
——It was Perseus!
But, didn't I trick him into going to Mount Olympus?!
Could it be... that he knew I was the Medusa he wanted to kill?!
For a moment, I felt like I was on the edge of an abyss, and the terrible and painful nightmare came back to me, making it impossible for me to distinguish between illusion and reality. I just subconsciously tensed my whole body and tried harder to break free from Poseidon's control. I wanted to leave here quickly and stay away from Perseus.
Perhaps my behavior angered Poseidon, the god of the sea, or perhaps he misunderstood that I was going to follow Perseus to escape from here, so he panted and held me tightly in his arms, then turned his cold eyes to look at the presumptuous Perseus in front of him.
*
Perseus looked at the thrilling scene before him, noticed the girl's painful resistance and sobbing, and his eyes turned red with anger!
He never imagined that Poseidon, the ruler of the ocean and one of the twelve gods of Mount Olympus, would be so shameless as to force an innocent girl!
What happened to Poseidon, the god of the sea? Or has he always been so unscrupulous?
But Perseus also knew the other party's identity and strength, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He just suppressed his anger and tried to speak calmly.
"Poseidon, God of the Sea! I have come here at the behest of the gods and under their oracle. I hope you will release the innocent girl and hand over the evil Medusa, so that I can give an account to the gods."
Perseus was not really stupid. He knew that he had no right to ask Poseidon to hand over the girl. He could only use the gods as an excuse to help her escape from the terrible Poseidon.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, looked at the trembling Medusa in his arms, then gave a meaningful glance at the ignorant Perseus. He suddenly smiled with joy. "Oh? The gods lent you a treasure, only to have you come to me to ask for what belongs to me? Could it be that they want to disrupt the harmony of the gods of Mount Olympus?"
Even though he holds the treasures of the gods in his hands, to the powerful sea god Poseidon, Perseus is not the real owner of the treasures, and he is currently unable to unleash the full power of these treasures.
Even if he is the son of Zeus, what can he do to him?
At this time, Perseus also realized the loophole in his words, and at the same time felt the pressure exerted on him by Poseidon, the god of the sea. For a moment, he felt that the skin all over his body began to tremble and numb, and every corner of his body seemed to be under the weight of thousands of pounds, being squeezed and grinded, and he had to bend his spine towards the god in front of him.
Apparently, Perseus overestimated himself, thinking that he, who was no ordinary person, could fight against Poseidon after possessing the treasures of the gods. But in fact, at least now it seemed impossible.
But the fear and hurt that Poseidon, the god of the sea, brought him did not stop there. Under Perseus's gaze, he kissed her cheek viciously in front of him, and then deliberately straightened his waist, causing Medusa to show a painful expression. Perseus was obviously stunned by this. He clenched his fists tightly, and then looked away with a painful expression.
The despicable Poseidon did not give Perseus time to digest the feedback. He suddenly raised his hand. At the same time, the water around Perseus seemed to be controlled by Poseidon. The sea water instantly became turbulent and swept up Perseus, who was favored by the gods.
Even the flying shoes that Hermes gave him for paddling were useless. After all, he was facing Poseidon, the true ruler of the sea. So no matter how much he resisted, his body still retreated uncontrollably. When he wanted to speak, the sea immediately drowned out his words.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, naturally wanted to kill him, but he was his nephew after all. He even helped the young Perseus and his mother Danae when they were exiled to the sea for Zeus's sake.
Not only that, he knew that Perseus's coming must have the intention of his brother, the king of gods Zeus, and this was not the time to declare war on Zeus, so he did not kill him after all, but just threw him to the shore with the ruthless cold sea water to fend for himself.
The annoying Perseus disappeared in front of him, and Medusa, who had calmed down, curled up obediently in his arms. The sea god, who was originally in a bad mood, felt happy instead.
So Poseidon stood up with the weak and limp Medusa, swam slowly to his bedroom, and continued the unfinished pleasure.
*
Perseus was thrown onto the shore by the current. The ebb and flow of the sea water hit him as he lay quietly on the shore. The pain in his body no longer mattered. He stared blankly at the cloudless sky, unwilling to recall what had happened before.
However, it was difficult for people to erase their memories easily. When it surged up in his mind along with the tide, Perseus suddenly stood up in anger and punched the beach with his fists. "Damn it!"
Although he had received the blessings and help of the gods, the stones on the beach still rubbed his finger joints so hard that they hurt, and he felt indescribable discomfort.
Before this, Perseus had never encountered such a chilling thing, and there was no place for justice and reason to be appealed, because the person who committed such a thing was actually the sea god who was revered by all human beings from the bottom of their hearts!
Although Perseus had only met her once before, even with just that one glance, he knew that she must be a beautiful and kind girl.
However, the bright and innocent girl who was in front of him in the previous second was abducted and forced by the ruthless sea god Poseidon in the next second. Even at this moment, he still remembered the girl's expression in the arms of Poseidon.
Her face was filled with fear and pain. Perseus didn't know if she was crying sadly, after all, the sea water would take away everyone's tears, but no matter what, he could not imagine what the innocent girl had experienced.
Perseus closed his eyes tightly and curled up sadly on the beach. The deep feeling of powerlessness in the face of the strong and the feeling of being forced to witness the destruction of a girl were undoubtedly painful for a young man with a righteous heart.
Not to mention, the simple Perseus had a good impression of this girl.
I don’t know if it was because of sadness or because of a physiological reaction to the squeezing of the sand, but the corners of my eyes gradually became moist and mixed with the muddy sand.
But soon, Perseus' lifeless eyes gradually became firm. He stumbled to his feet from the muddy and bumpy beach and carefully picked up the treasure given by the gods.
No matter what, he was unwilling to give up trying, even if it meant temporarily putting the matter of Medusa aside, as he was determined to rescue the poor innocent girl!
…
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, frowned as she looked towards where Perseus was. Although she was one of the twelve gods, as powerful as Zeus, the sea was the territory of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and she was isolated by the water. She could not see or hear clearly what was happening there. She could only see Perseus, who was thrown ashore, curled up sadly on the shore, as if he had lost hope of fighting.
For a moment, Athena felt very disappointed with her human brother, and even thought he was very stupid. She didn't understand why her father Zeus valued him so much.
But this is also a good thing, proving that the God King Zeus's goal of using Perseus to consolidate his rule is doomed to fail, while Athena's plan has an opportunity.
The messenger Hermes, who had been keeping an eye on this somewhat foolish brother, couldn't help but laugh at the outcome. "Perseus is too impulsive and has no patience at all. He actually dared to go down to the sea and confront the powerful sea god Poseidon. He should have at least waited until Poseidon got tired of Medusa before killing her!"
Athena was silent for a moment before she withdrew her gaze calmly, "It seems that Father has made a mistake in choosing me."
Hermes turned to look at Athena with a grin, "He's only a demigod after all. We should give him a few more chances. Maybe he'll suddenly come to his senses."
Athena remained noncommittal and did not answer.
"By the way, respected Goddess Athena, I still can't understand why the power of hope you once bestowed upon mankind, which was supposedly locked in Pandora's box, was obtained and absorbed by Medusa?"
Athena looked at Hermes, who seemed to be deliberately ignoring her displeasure. After a long pause, she spoke coldly, "Hope is an unfathomable force. For the human race, who were destined to be wiped out by the great flood, it was the straw that broke the camel's back, causing them to die in the utter despair of shattered hope."
Hermes nodded. He was also one of the twelve gods of Olympus, so he naturally knew about what happened back then.
"But hope also has a good side. It chooses people or gods who are in despair but have strong wills, and grants them the power of hope. The greater the faith of the recipient, the greater the power."
"It's just that, over such a long time, it has never found the recipient."
"Ah... then isn't this Medusa very powerful?"
Hearing the powerful goddess Athena say this, Hermes couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry on his face. After all, a person who was recognized as special by the power of hope suddenly appeared, and who knew what kind of trouble this would cause for the gods.
Athena suddenly chuckled, "It sounds special, but the power of hope has been locked in a box for a long time, and there is no way to choose it."
"Even if Medusa is truly special, how powerful can such a shameless woman be?"
Hearing this, Hermes smiled with relief, "Yes, you are right."
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