CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 398 I’M NOT SATISFIED YET_3

"Really?"

"Really!"

Aphrodite couldn’t wait. As soon as she finished speaking, she tried to pull Nezha up, but couldn’t budge him an inch.

Nezha said gloomily, "Why do we have to go to your temple? Can’t we do it here?"

Aphrodite, still pulling at Nezha, froze abruptly. She initially thought he was a serious guy, but he turned out to outplay everyone. Here? Seriously?

She glanced back at the gods present, then at Athena, Artemis, and her own husband. Overwhelmed with shame but also hit with an indescribable rush of excitement, pink divine power overflowed from her eyes. Perhaps... it wasn’t entirely out of the question?

The gods, who had been apparently enjoying songs and dances, were, deep down, struck speechless, their inner thoughts summed up with just two words: "Holy sh*t" and "Legendary."

Athena clenched her fist under her armor, her eyes filled with anger but, even more, disappointment. Artemis showed a similar reaction.

Hebe, on the other hand, was filled with dejection, realizing she couldn’t compare to the Beauty God Aphrodite.

Above them, God King Zeus, indifferent about the chaos below, actually felt relieved. He didn’t fear strength; he feared lack of weakness. Now, he felt he’d discovered this son’s vulnerability.

The Fire God drained his cup of wine with a grim face, as if Aphrodite wasn’t even his wife.

Aphrodite licked her red lips with her pink tongue.

"Come on, Hercules, I truly underestimated you! You never cease to surprise me!"

Nezha let out a hearty laugh and pulled the Fangtian Halberd from his sleeve. Its terrifying weight bore a powerful whooshing sound through the air as he swung it.

Aphrodite thought this would be exciting, but she hadn’t expected it to be *this* exciting. Instinctively, she exclaimed, "Hercules, what are you doing?"

Holding the Fangtian Halberd with one hand, Nezha casually said, "Didn’t you say you’d make me satisfied? Then catch this."

Stunned by Nezha’s overwhelming aura, Aphrodite instinctively followed his command and caught the Fangtian Halberd as he let go. Instantly, the weapon felt like a massive mountain in her hands, crushing her under its immense weight.

"Hercules, what *are* you doing?"

Nezha ignored her increasingly distorted expression as he nonchalantly took a sip of wine, saying, "You promised to satisfy me. If you drop it now, you’ll have to face the consequences yourself."

At this point, the other gods paused their activities, all eyes on Aphrodite, who was trembling as she held the massive halberd. Sweat poured off her as she struggled.

Nezha chuckled and said, "My life revolves around training. Beauty God, as frail as you are, you should step up your game too!"

The gods watching Hercules act this way found a strange kernel of understanding. Young yet immensely powerful, a training fanatic made sense, especially since someone like him had no wife and presumably no experience with matters of love. It was logical.

But the truth was—Nezha had no interest in engaging romantically.

He completely ignored the venomous glare from Aphrodite behind him. Mere beauty meant nothing to Nezha at this stage. Meanwhile, Fire God Hephaestus, observing everything, found his admiration for Hercules suddenly skyrocketing. His only regret now was that the divine artifact he made was far too light for him.

Had Hephaestus anticipated this moment, he’d have infused every bit of material into that halberd!

Compared to him, Zeus’s other son, War God Ares, was having a hard time. After all, his relationship with Aphrodite wasn’t just known throughout Olympus—it was also widely known beyond Olympus.

You could criticize his character, call him brainless, but you couldn’t say he didn’t love Aphrodite. Whether she was a wild horse or even his sister-in-law—he didn’t care.

"I just love her," he’d say. "No one should care, and no one can stop me."

Seeing the pitiful Beauty God struggling, Ares was about to step in to help when Behera grabbed him. Any era’s in-law relationships were a messy affair, especially when faced with such a trouble-elevating daughter-in-law.

If she had flirted with someone else, fine. But she had flirted with her husband, her brother-in-law—and the critical piece? Ares loved her to death.

Thus, Beauty God Aphrodite ranked as Hera’s most hated goddess. No one came close.

At this moment, seeing Hercules teasing Aphrodite, Hera felt an unspeakable delight in her heart. There was no way she’d let her foolish son spoil the fun!

Ultimately, everyone watched the beauty struggle-lifting while drinking, marveling at the spectacle. In the end, one could only sigh—there really were far too many perverts in Greece.

Above them, Zeus noticed things had settled down and pretended to clear his throat twice. The atmosphere immediately quieted down as all eyes turned toward him. Such was the majesty of the God King.

"My most outstanding son, Hercules, you’re of age now. I believe it’s time for you to start a family. How about I marry my most beloved daughter, the Goddess of Youth, Hebe, to you?"

Hebe clearly knew about this ahead of time. Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, sneaking glances at Hercules, hoping he’d agree.

Normally, anything proposed by Zeus would already be considered a done deal, given no one dared to go against the God King’s wishes. But Nezha was anything but normal.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Nezha neither agreed nor refused but instead said, "Everyone, marriage matters can certainly wait for now. As for my trials, you’re all aware of them. I really don’t want to keep running around finishing these boring tasks.