076. Humility
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At this moment, Medusa seemed to hear thousands of words from the mortal world ringing in her ears. The emotions of the speakers were different, some were sad, some were happy, some were excited, and some were calm... but in the end they all converged into the same words.
"...The gods of Olympus have fallen!"
She seemed to sense something, and stumbled forward on her weak legs. Everything before her eyes unfolded slowly like a scroll. The world accepted Medusa, who was originally like an ant, and allowed her to glimpse the whole picture of the world.
Medusa had never felt this way before, and her consciousness had never been so clear, as if the world was at her fingertips, crawling at her feet.
No wonder, no wonder the king of gods Zeus simply could not give up the power in his hands. Once he had tasted this, he could never give it up again.
But at this moment, after noticing the extremely subtle movement behind her, Medusa suddenly came to her senses. Only she knew that what Medusa wanted all along was actually very simple. From the beginning to the end, she just wanted to be an ordinary and happy woman and spend her life there.
However, they did not expect that they would be involved in such pain, and the almost extremely difficult process would make those gods pay a heavy price.
To be honest, all of this is no longer important to Medusa. Even though Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, is escaping with her injured body, she still feels calm and even relieved.
"Medusa..."
Perseus frowned nervously. "He escaped. I'll chase him—"
He was about to help Medusa capture Athena, but she saw a calm Medusa holding Perseus's hand and then called out to him in a very sweet and melodious voice, "As a mere ant, I have never seen Mount Olympus, where the gods live."
As she spoke, her extremely beautiful eyes turned and looked deeply at Perseus, "Do you want to go and see that place with your own eyes? The place that brought us sin?"
Perseus was stunned. He stared at the beautiful and sacred Medusa in a trance. At that moment, he even felt ashamed of the blasphemous thoughts burning in his heart. In the end, he just tried hard to hide all his emotions and nodded slowly.
Medusa didn't even look at Poseidon, the god of the sea who had finally come to his senses not far away, but took off into the air with Perseus, and a moment later they headed to Mount Olympus where the gods were.
This was a place that Medusa and Perseus had never thought of going to. Even though Perseus had seen this place in his dreams, it was only after he actually came here that he finally realized the gap between reality and dreams.
But at this moment, compared with the peaceful and sacred scene in the dream, everything was in chaos. Nymphs and some weaker lesser gods had the most profound experience in this inexplicable decline. The power in their bodies was almost gone, and they were just running around in disorder, panicked and at a loss.
Medusa didn't care at all at this time, and slowly walked towards the palace where the king of gods Zeus was based on her own feelings.
What was amazing was that whenever she walked by, the frightened gods nearby would immediately calm down and look at this powerful yet strange and weird woman in surprise and doubt, and even couldn't help wanting to surrender to her.
Who is she...and why is she here so calmly?
What exactly happened?
No one or any god could answer the doubts in their hearts. All this happened as if it was destined in the entire story of Olympus, but if Medusa had not made the right choice and tried her best, all these chapters would have been written in a completely different way.
Medusa broke the shackles of fate and embarked on a new destiny.
At this moment, Medusa's steps were slow and firm. For some reason, she was determined to go there, as if something was deeply attracting her.
This even made her not even look at Athena, who was dying and covered in blood in the corner, when she entered the temple of the God-King.
Perseus followed closely behind her and naturally saw the despair on the face of this proud goddess who was half his blood. The latter was surprised and angry because of Medusa's complete disregard.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, could not help but follow Medusa. His heart was torn as if by a knife. Even though he seemed to have tasted similar pain in the past, it had never been like this. It seemed as if he was deeply hurt with every step he took.
The Medusa, whom he had once ignored, was actually standing in front of the throne of the God King Zeus, about to reach the pinnacle of power.
But Poseidon had no power or intention to stop Medusa. All the beautiful images of her kept flashing in his mind. It was just his only support when facing punishment, but now it all became bitter and difficult, like a deadly joke and mockery, enveloping the proud and arrogant Poseidon.
...What exactly did He do?
But at this point, no matter how much Poseidon regretted it, it was of no avail. He could only watch helplessly as the woman who should have belonged to him was now owned by another man, and was so close to the power and position he had longed for.
Even though Poseidon in the past could never imagine how Medusa could be in such a situation, he was certain that Medusa would at most become a more favored lover of his.
But now, she already hated him immensely, but Poseidon had grown deeply in love with her during his short time as a god and could not extricate himself.
The once brutal and cruel Poseidon no longer had any temper, and he didn't care about the disdainful sneer from the weak but still proud Athena behind him. He just lowered his head humbly, dragging his equally scarred body, hoping that Medusa could give him a look of pity.
A virgin goddess like Athena who had never experienced love naturally would not understand that as long as Medusa was willing to forgive herself, Poseidon would be willing to pay any price.
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