Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

Chapter 111 111 - Chaos in Greece (III)

"Godwyn!!!" When Godwyn entered the bar, a dark-haired figure jumped on him and clung to him like an octopus. The God of Order looked at Thalia with a smile and stroked her hair with a touch of tenderness, feeling all his tension melt away.

"You have to keep up your goth facade or everyone will think you're just another ordinary girl," he said with an amused and relieved tone.

"I'm the hottest goth of them all, anyone who says otherwise is blind or has a mental problem." Looking at Godwyn's face, Thalia said with a condescending expression, as if she had stated the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, my beautiful goth queen." Godwyn laughed and let the guests enter the bar. Thalia finally realized there were five men behind Godwyn. She quickly detached herself from Godwyn and kicked his ankle, as if blaming him for not warning her about the invited guests.

"HAHAHAHA!" Ymir laughed at the interaction between Godwyn and Thalia. He looked at the girl and said with a tone full of relief. "Your queen is fun, my great-grandson."

"Great-grandson?" Thalia murmured, surprised to see a huge man made of blue smoke, with large horns on his head and a robust-looking physique. She had studied the Norse pantheon, so she knew Godwyn's family tree, and then looked in surprise at the ancestor of all Jotun.

"That's Ymir, the other three are the Primordial Gods of Hinduism, Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva." Godwyn rolled his eyes at Ymir and introduced them all in a calm tone. "If it weren't for them, you would be a widow, though only physically."

Hearing his words, Thalia no longer cared about them; she began to look for any injuries on Godwyn. Just the idea that she could be separated from Godwyn forever left her with a feeling of palpitation and fear.

"You arrogant fool, I told you to control yourself. I almost lost you… and for what? For three sluts… if you do something like that again, I swear I'll lock you in the basement!" While checking Godwyn, Thalia began to scold Godwyn with a tone full of anger, but tinged with worry and fear.

Godwyn said nothing and allowed himself to be scolded; he knew his words had worried Thalia, so he felt he deserved to hear those words. Hearing that he would be locked in the basement, Godwyn's lips twitched slightly in an unusual manner.

It seemed Thalia had some Yandere tendencies… Godwyn made a mental note of this and promised himself never to give her any bad news again. He really didn't want to live locked up…

"He won't have a boring life with a queen like that," Ymir commented with a laugh. "Maybe he'll break the curse that all of us primordial gods had horrible and disastrous marriages."

Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva looked at Ymir with contempt.

"We are very well married and have beautiful, happy wives," Shiva commented with a touch of pride, then looked at Ymir and Chaos with a pitying gaze. "Unlike you two, who are single for eternity."

He had two wives, Dakshayani and Parvati, and lived a life of parties, drinks, and a lot of sex; he was living very well. As for the love affairs of his comrades-in-arms, he only had one thing to say: They chose the wrong husband or wife.

Brahma and Vishnu thought the same as Shiva, which is why they looked at Chaos and Ymir with pity.

If there were a damage value over the heads of both primordial gods, there would be a large number of red nines with a negative sign.

Chaos and Ymir showed pained expressions; those words and looks were truly capable of hurting them, not physically, but mentally.

"Let's drink, I'm only leaving this place in an alcoholic coma," Ymir said with a dry laugh, feeling that life was truly sad; single people didn't have a day of peace.

Looking at him, Chaos didn't have the courage to tell Ymir that he was just an astral body and couldn't actually get drunk, but the words wouldn't leave his lips. He just accompanied his friend while giving him a few light taps on the back.

Godwyn finally managed to calm Thalia and laughed at the scene before him. He would put salt in their wounds, making them even more painful.

While Godwyn was planning some evil schemes, elsewhere, an important meeting was taking place in extreme secrecy.

A huge man could be seen sitting on an obsidian throne. He was about two and a half meters tall, with large muscles, powerful, and of a wild beauty. His skin was tanned while tattoos covered his four limbs.

Dark brown hair fell over a resolute, angular, and strong face. A pair of blue eyes, which resembled the clear and clean sky.

"It's been a while, Mother Goddess," Typhon said with a casual tone; he bit the golden apple hard while looking at the woman before him with a cold tone.

"Yes, about two hundred thousand years, my dear son," Gaia said with a gentle smile.

The disdain in Typhon's gaze grew colder; he looked at the woman with sarcasm. Dear son? If he was a dear son of Gaia, he was truly worried about his brothers and sisters. After all, if he was treated that way, he didn't want to see what Gaia did to his brothers and sisters.

"Say what you want, standing before you makes me feel like vomiting," Typhon said with a cold tone. There was no kind of love in his voice, just indifference and distance, as if he were talking to a stranger.

Although Gaia was helping him, it was a cooperation, just as it was in the first rebellion of the monsters. The two were using each other to achieve their own goals. No feelings, just the purest interest in their objectives.

Gaia showed no emotion and spoke directly with a terrifyingly cold tone. "Cronus's forces are ready to start chaos in Greece; furthermore, I also detected the aura of Uranus."

The mention of Uranus and Cronus made the cold gaze of the Primordial Goddess of the Earth intensify even further. If there were two deities she hated, they were Cronus and Uranus. All the pain she suffered, all the impotence, all the resentment was deeply etched in her mind.

Typhon's eyes narrowed with a cold look; having two more rivals vying for the throne was not good news. He wanted chaos, but that didn't mean he wanted the world in flames. Even if he won, he would rule over ashes and few gods and goddesses.

"Who is supporting Uranus?" Typhon asked, confused. After all, the first Tyrant King was not popular even when he was sitting on the throne, much less after he was dethroned and castrated by his own son's scythe.

"His sons and daughters." Gaia's face was as cold as a million winters. She wanted to laugh at the situation, but no laughter left her lips. She knew more than anyone that her sons and daughters loved their father. He might have been a terrible husband, but he was a good father.

That's why everyone refused to help her when she wanted to dethrone Uranus; only Cronus, who was the youngest and most ambitious, accepted the terrible fate of patricide (Only the physical body; primordial gods do not die.)

Typhon's face was solemn; this was not Zeus's court, where all the most powerful gods were mere Lord Gods; the twelve Titans were all Quasi-King Gods. Fortunately, Themis was dead, although he didn't know if Rhea had joined her father.

"This is bad news, but we will continue as normal; we will make Mount St. Helens our main base and expand from there. Uranus will want to reclaim his throne in the Sky." Typhon said with a calm tone, but he saw the look of sarcasm on Gaia's face and had a bad feeling, which was realized the next moment.

"The primordial gods have awakened; all were dissatisfied with the dominance of Olympus, Pontus in particular, has already joined Uranus, as have the Ourae (The Mountains). It can be said that the Court of the Sea has returned and the Ourae brought an army of Cyclopes and Giants." Gaia spoke with a calm tone.

Typhon's face became solemn. The Primordial Gods of Greece had awakened for some reason and sided with Uranus; it could be said that there was no worse news for him. "Damn, you must be kidding." He couldn't believe he was so unlucky.

Zeus and Cronus were already difficult opponents; Uranus was even worse, the Personification of the Sky, despite having a bad reputation, had enormous charisma. After all, he was the Sky itself.

"Will Greece survive a civil war with four powers fighting for the throne?" Typhon murmured with a confused expression; he seriously doubted it would remain intact against the attacks of Zeus, Uranus, Cronus, and himself.

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