CHAPTER 406: CHAPTER 398 I’M NOT SATISFIED YET

He didn’t mind the harsh and sarcastic treatment towards him, and when meeting again, he was even willing to refer to himself as "Divine Queen Wet Nurse." Perhaps, he thought, he could marry one of his daughters to Hercules—then Hercules would truly become his son.

But this kid was just too popular among the goddesses. In such a short time, even some goddesses who usually feared the battlefield and weren’t great at fighting had surrounded Hercules completely.

Although Athena and Artemis were present, they couldn’t do much with Aphrodite stirring the pot. And when women gather, their courage grows exponentially, especially with the open-minded atmosphere of Greece!

Apollo looked on as the goddesses who usually fawned over him shoved him aside and ignored him, and he felt extremely displeased. Wasn’t he supposed to be the most popular male god on Olympus?

"Silence!"

Unable to tolerate the scene any longer, Hera finally asserted her authority. The long-time buildup of her mild prestige proved to be quite potent, and the once chattering goddesses immediately fell silent.

She finally set her sights on a timid young girl standing on the outskirts. "Hebe, you will lead our great hero on a tour of Mount Olympus."

The timid girl, flustered under the gaze of so many, dared not defy the Divine Queen’s order and bowed her head softly to reply, "Yes."

Nezha was more than happy to escape the encirclement of those rowdy goddesses, so he stepped forward and said to Hebe, "Thanks, it’s all yours."

The other goddesses, though reluctant, were subdued by Hera’s authority. Athena and Artemis felt Hebe was a proper goddess, while Aphrodite deemed Hebe as non-threatening, making Hera’s arrangement unexpectedly reasonable.

"Please follow me."

The young girl said softly with a slight bow.

Nezha followed behind Hebe to explore the various temples of Mount Olympus. As someone involved in architecture, Nezha was actually quite curious about the structures here.

Walking and stopping along the way, Hebe soon found that Nezha wasn’t as crude or fierce as she had imagined. From his initially hesitant speech, he gradually regained his conversational confidence. His humor and ease soon had her smiling and happily chatting like a young girl in no time.

"Hercules, other powerful gods are often mean to us weaker ones. It’s rare to meet someone as kind as you."

The Youth Goddess before him had a rather simple personality. Sheltered under the overly dominating presence of her parents, she came off as timid and self-deprecating. Protected in such a way, she seemed naïve yet, oddly enough, seemed to know everything from mingling among the gods. In essence, it felt like she was no different from a modern high schooler who interacts with the internet but hasn’t entered society.

"Why would I need to be mean to any of you? To me, there’s no difference between you and the gods you view as powerful. Why should I treat you any differently?"

To be honest, that line was delivered quite smoothly. Coupled with Nezha’s performance in the previous battle, Hebe didn’t feel Hercules was bluffing at all; rather, she felt he truly was immensely powerful.

The admiration in her eyes was practically overflowing.

Nezha thought he had moved beyond cheap thrills, but truthfully, when a young girl looks at you with unreserved admiration, it’s hard for any man not to feel a swell of pride.

In summary, there was only one word: ’Awesome.’

Nezha didn’t deny he enjoyed hearing praise, but there’s a distinct difference between flattery and sincerity.

After contemplating for a moment, he pulled out three beautiful crystal balls from his sleeve.

"Thank you for being my guide. How about I give these as a small gift to you?"

The three crystal balls looked dazzling, but in fact, they were failed experimental products from Nezha’s attempts to test his Array Formation and spells in this realm. These balls looked beautiful on the surface but were actually high-powered Magic Bombs. Nezha estimated that even Twelve Main Gods Level entities would fare poorly if caught at close range by their explosion.

Hebe was quite tempted but declined, saying, "This... This doesn’t seem right; after all, Mother Hera sent me. How could I accept something from you?"

"It’s okay. Aren’t we friends now? Consider it a token of our friendship."

Hebe was obviously delighted. She accepted the three crystal balls, thinking she should return an even better gift to Hercules someday. Holding the radiant balls against her chest, she said, "How about I make them into pendants?"

For a moment, Nezha didn’t know how to respond. Who walks around with three nuclear bombs hanging from their neck? What if someone pissed her off—would she just pull them in for a self-destruction session?

After a brief explanation, the young girl quickly understood Nezha’s intent and felt a little embarrassed.

Nezha simply tore a strip of black silk from his robe and fashioned it into a bracelet for the three "nukes" so Hebe could toss one in case of danger.

The two carried on touring casually. Meanwhile, the gods who had gone out began to return one after another, and Zeus, quite pleased, was once again relieved to have maintained his power.

Zeus, being a reincarnation of a sub-soul of the Thunder God, was in a state different from what Nezha had imagined. Initially, Zeus could still follow his main body’s will, striving hard to achieve certain objectives. Now, however, as the King of All Gods, blessed with infinite life, power, and goddesses, his attitude had shifted.

Why should he continue working tirelessly only to eventually fuse with something that would have him consumed by the main body and lose his autonomy?

In that scenario, he’d essentially be dead.