CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 398 I’M NOT SATISFIED YET_2

Under normal circumstances, a fragment of the soul, after reincarnation, cannot escape the control of its original form. But this world is anything but normal; fused with a wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi, its spirituality and status have been elevated countless times over.

As a sub-soul of the Thunder God, Zeus retains all the virtues of the Thunder God’s character but none of his flaws are missing either: greed, lust, an unrelenting desire for power, and a rebelliousness that refuses to be controlled by others.

This is the downside of the Thunder God sending just a fragment of his soul into this world. The upside is that, success or failure, it will not have much of an impact on the Thunder God’s original form.

Nezha, on the other hand, charged in recklessly without knowing anything. The downside is that the risk is far higher—if he dies, he truly dies. The upside, however, is that he is whole, develops faster in this world, and gains greater recognition of its rules.

At the moment, Zeus’s thoughts are completely different from Nezha’s. Not only will he not touch that thing, but he will also stop others from obtaining it. The best way to achieve this is to seize all power and strangle any potential threats in their cradle.

It must be said that the Night Goddess Nyx is indeed reliable. At least for now, Zeus has not noticed anything unusual about Hercules, only feeling that his strength seems abnormally prominent.

For now, having once again stabilized the authority of the Divine King, Zeus is indeed in high spirits. Let the banquet begin!

Nezha, naturally, also enjoyed the banquet. To be honest, it wasn’t particularly interesting—just some drinking and admiring beautiful women. As for Dionysus, because he managed to turn the tide during this conflict, he had finally secured his footing on Olympus. The wine for this banquet was provided by him.

There’s one thing Nezha could appreciate about these gods: the goddesses are much more generous compared to the female immortals of the Primordial era, who always insisted on subtlety in everything they did.

Above, Zeus was passionately giving a speech about the victory, but Nezha couldn’t be bothered to listen. He could only amuse himself by watching the beauties.

After scanning the crowd, he found that the most provocative one, as expected, was still the Beauty God, Aphrodite...

After Zeus’s round of encouragements, the banquet entered a feverish atmosphere. Hebe, who had been standing dutifully by the side, noticed that Nezha’s cup was empty and was about to refill it, but Dionysus, holding a small bottle, beat her to it.

Hebe shot Dionysus an angry glare before returning to Zeus’s side. Heavenly Queen Hera, seated next to him, seemed to be whispering something into his ear.

"Cheers, great hero Hercules."

Nezha didn’t refuse and downed the contents of the cup in one gulp. A sense of joy and indulgence began to rise within him. Nezha didn’t expel the feeling, as it wasn’t unpleasant—this wine truly had the power to evoke happiness in his heart.

"Dionysus?"

"Yes, yes, that’s me! I’ve heard stories about you from Apollo—oh, such wonderful tales."

Aside from being the God of Wine, Dionysus was also the God of Drama. He was immensely interested in Nezha’s stories. But his real intention in approaching now was to form an alliance. His own mother had died as a result of Hera’s schemes, and he lacked the power for direct confrontation. He thought that, as fellow victims of Hera, Hercules could be a valuable ally.

Nezha, however, merely saw him as a drinking companion and harbored no resentment toward Hera.

Though Dionysus’s probing didn’t yield the results he wanted, he was still content to drink with Hercules. At this moment, Aphrodite approached with a wine glass, her seductive stride drawing the gaze of every male god present—including Zeus himself. Her daring manner naturally earned her the ire of every goddess in the room.

Not wanting to draw trouble to himself, Dionysus joked, "Oh dear, it seems I’m out of place here. I wouldn’t want to interrupt what’s clearly about to be a wonderful moment for you."

With a knowing smile that every man would understand, he departed from Nezha’s side.

The male gods present were all well aware of Aphrodite’s reputation. It was obvious that as long as Hercules nodded, he’d get to enjoy the enchanting body of the Beauty God tonight.

Aphrodite stopped in front of Nezha, her sultry smile lighting up her face. "Oh, Olympus’s great hero, care to have a drink with me?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, exposing the snow-white temptation and the deep valley of her forbidden allure to Nezha’s eyes.

Already disrupted by the chaotic divine powers in the room, and further provoked by the Love God’s abilities, a powerful wave of desire surged in Nezha’s heart. But it was extinguished in an instant. If not for his deliberate relaxation, these powers wouldn’t have affected him in the slightest.

The path of cultivation values the harmony of life and spirit, wielding as much power as one can control. It was a far cry from these childish Greek gods wildly waving their Big Blades around.

Athena, Artemis, Hebe, and Hera all stared intently at Hercules, eager to see his reaction.

Nezha wasn’t some saint. Since beauty had presented itself before him, he might as well enjoy the view. There was no harm in admiring it—after all, why waste the opportunity? As for anything more, there was no need. Was there any kind of woman he couldn’t have? He had no interest in competing on the same track as others.

"Cheers."

With that, he downed his drink in one go.

Aphrodite’s smile widened with satisfaction. While drinking, she cast a smug glance toward Athena and Artemis, completely unbothered by the furious glare from her husband, the Fire God Hephaestus.

Aphrodite leaned closer to Nezha and murmured, "I just adore bold heroes like you. Why don’t we go to my temple and do something even more pleasurable?"

"Something more pleasurable? That doesn’t seem quite appropriate, does it?"

Nezha hesitated slightly.

Seeing that Nezha seemed inclined to agree, Aphrodite, relishing the thought of the reactions from Athena and Artemis, wrapped her arms around Nezha’s neck and said with a coquettish smile, "What’s wrong with that? I promise to make you happy and utterly satisfied."