Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 167: 169: Zeus Transformed into a Giant Eagle and the Goddess

Chapter 167: Chapter 169: Zeus Transformed into a Giant Eagle and the Goddess

The next day, Sisyphus and Qin Muye were looking at the scenery on the city wall, chatting sporadically.

Before, Sisyphus maintained the demeanor of a king, but now he was chatting with Qin Muye like an elder, even imparting some administrative and power tactics experience to him.

However, Qin Muye was not interested in that, instead, he was more intrigued by the books in his hands. These were the treasured collections of the Corinthian Kingdom, containing much of its history.

They were quite challenging to read, resembling poetry; therefore, they were also referred to as epics, the poetry of history.

Because they focused more on poetry, they were filled with abundant glorification and flowery rhetoric, resembling a celebration rather than an actual recording of history.

As a result, reading them gave Qin Muye quite a headache.

Sisyphus occasionally offered a few explanations, after all, he was a renowned philosopher, and his knowledge was vast. Otherwise, how could he have married the goddess Moluo Po?

Therefore, he handled Qin Muye’s questions with ease.

As they were talking, suddenly the cry of an eagle was heard, and they saw a giant eagle perching on a distant rock with a white-clothed maiden in its grasp.

Upon seeing this, Sisyphus immediately pulled Qin Muye aside to hide, lest they were discovered by the giant eagle.

“What’s happening?” Qin Muye thought the giant eagle was preparing to feast, so he feared they might be affected.

But Sisyphus’s face was solemn, “It’s Zeus!”

“???” Qin Muye was puzzled—the giant eagle was Zeus?

“I don’t know which goddess he has abducted this time, but he’s probably busy,” Sisyphus explained.

Carefully peeking, Qin Muye saw, indeed, they were busy, and it broadened his horizons. Zeus wasn’t reverting to his divine form; instead, he was in eagle form while “busy.”

Luckily the maiden was a goddess, strong enough to withstand such a calamity.

Qin Muye never imagined this, but on thinking about it, Zeus had done a fair share of similar acts, turning into a bull and a swan to commit such deeds. An eagle was hardly a feat in comparison.

“I have a small question,” Qin Muye asked with some puzzlement. “As the King of Gods… why hasn’t he discovered us being so close to him?”

With Zeus’s strength, even if he didn’t have things like mental scanning abilities, his powerful senses should have allowed him to detect them hiding here, and more importantly, the rock where the deity perched wasn’t far from Corinth, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t be visible.

“Why would he discover us? The Corinthian Kingdom is under divine protection. Zeus could destroy Corinth but not invade it.”

“Moreover, Zeus has always been a philanderer, and when lust strikes, he does not care about the location.”

“What’s more important is, why would he bother about us?” Sisyphus added.

Qin Muye also realized it, Zeus played his sneaky tricks because there was a benefit, not that he feared them.

It was that he simply disregarded them entirely.

No deity could stand eye to eye with Zeus, not even Hades or Gaia; they were all under the rule of the King of Gods.

Even if gods from a past generation of deities had spread across various regions, what was the reality? None dared to defy Zeus’s rule but merely engaged in minor mischiefs.

This alone attested to the fact that Zeus’s power didn’t require any concealment. Queen of Heaven Hera would dare harm his illegitimate children and lovers, yet she didn’t dare interrupt Zeus when he was “busy.”

“So, he came here to display his power?” Qin Muye asked, still quite puzzled.

“I don’t know, nor can I surmise the King of Gods’ thoughts,” Sisyphus didn’t answer Qin Muye’s question.

He didn’t believe the King of Gods would come to his realm to show off. That would lack dignity. More likely, he was acting on impulse, which, while still lacking dignity, fit Zeus’s character.

To be honest, Qin Muye felt a bit envious of Zeus — not for his multitude of wives and concubines, but for his ability to do whatever he wanted. If someone else had dared, they would likely have been killed by now.

Such behavior was akin to publicly abducting a noble’s child and then having their way with them right at the doorstep.

With a cry, it seemed Zeus had finished, and then he flew off with the white-clothed goddess, heading into the distance.

“What’s going on? Is he done?” Qin Muye asked.

“No, it’s not that, there’s a divine being chasing after us, but I have no idea which one it is. Just my luck,” Sisyphus sighed and said.

Generally speaking, it’s either a fiancé or a father—after all, Zeus likes to give out cuckolds or engage in some exciting affairs.

It didn’t take long for Sisyphus to recognize who it was.

“River God Asopus? It seems that the goddess must be his youngest daughter Afeiya then. He has many daughters, but one by one they have mysteriously disappeared, and now only the last one remains.”

“No wonder he came chasing, but it’s a pity that it was Zeus who kidnapped his daughter; I’m afraid she won’t be easily retrieved now.”

Sisyphus spoke with a hint of sympathy, not knowing which lecherous divine beings had abducted the previous daughters.

Qin Muye, upon hearing this, couldn’t help feeling shocked—were the Titan Divine Race really that audacious?

Oh, he seemed to be part of them now, and if he secured his position later, he could be just as brazen…

‘Why do I always feel like there’s a huge problem with my script? A normal script should have me leading the oppressed divine beings to overthrow Zeus, becoming a Dragon Slayer, but why did I just plop down onto the seat of the villainous dragon.’

The same happened in the previous world. As a priest, according to the standard narrative, he should have undertaken the task of destroying Hell, but instead, he ended up being thrust into the role of the Lord of Hell.

It’s like the main character flipped to a villain role.

‘Or did I lose the Main Character Aura, directly shooting up to a villainous position?’

In any story, Hades, the Lord of Hell, is generally given the role of a villain, not a righteous one.

Now that he’s mixed up with Hades, he’s definitely taking on the role of a villain, not to mention his desire to make connections with former ministers like Typhon and Gaia…

‘If I keep going down this path, should I worry about some hero popping up one day and killing me?’

He had done quite a few unscrupulous things, and the Spirit Monsters under him had done even more, most of which were at his command; not being the villain would be against all reason.

The thought made his face almost turn green, but he soon adjusted.

“So, what are you planning to do next? Are you going to tell River God Asopus straight up that it was Zeus who took her?” Qin Muye asked.

“I need to think about it, after all, this is about offending Zeus,” Sisyphus said.

There are pros and cons to the situation, and if one is not careful, they could end up being blatantly retaliated against by Zeus.

Everyone knows Zeus is lecherous, and there aren’t many who dare to target him in this respect anymore.

But looking at River God Asopus, Sisyphus’s eyes flickered with a certain idea.

Qin Muye bit back his words. He wanted to suggest just letting it go, because it was too dangerous, but in the end, he didn’t speak up.

The other party must have some plan, and it wouldn’t be good for him to interject.

River God Asopus was someone Qin Muye didn’t actually know, but given the local area, he could probably establish some connections. From Sisyphus’s words, Qin Muye understood that the River God would probably not rest until he found his daughter.

Naturally, Qin Muye had no thoughts of persuading him. It’s not one’s place to preach goodness when not in another’s shoes.

If the same misfortune had befallen Qin Muye, he wouldn’t have given up either.

But Zeus…

“Sigh, never mind, I won’t disturb you any longer, Sisyphus. It seems like you have your plan. I’ll be taking my leave,” Qin Muye didn’t want to get involved. While he felt sympathy, the risk was far too great. Facing an overzealous Zeus, ten lives wouldn’t be enough to squander.

He had Hades as a protective talisman, but just because Zeus wouldn’t kill him didn’t mean he couldn’t torment him.

At this moment, it was better to keep a low profile to avoid bringing trouble upon himself.

Thus, the saying goes: “Each should sweep the snow from his own doorstep and not worry about the frost on his neighbor’s roof.”

After Qin Muye left, his mind felt somewhat uneasy.

‘I’m not strong enough… If my territory were strong enough, I wouldn’t have to care about Zeus, let alone Chaos Chaos.’

Upon returning, he naturally found a place to continue reading. What else could he do? This matter made him want to run away.

Indeed, his Mage Tower was the safest place; stepping out to enjoy the scenery and spring air, and still encountering such troubles—if it weren’t for the fact that this world wasn’t suitable for summoning Spirit Monsters, he would have found a place to lie low and stay still.