He teased: "Even with two horns, it wasn't particularly beautiful, was it?"
"When Mother Goddess Gaia created you, she definitely wasn't paying attention. Your divine form isn't perfect."
"Your legs are still hooves, and you still have horns on your head. Really should have Mother Goddess modify you again."
Amalthea raised her head and fiercely bumped Zeus's palm with her remaining horn, making his palm a bit itchy.
She huffed indignantly in retort: "It was beautiful! You just have bad taste!"
"No no no, you must restore my horn! You promised me."
Watching the coquettish and fussing Amalthea, Zeus was overjoyed and couldn't stop laughing.
Being with this silly fairy was always so relaxing and comfortable, allowing him to temporarily set down the God-King's burdens.
Hateful! Who would have thought that not only were the gods working like oxen and horses, but he as God-King was too!
Zeus's reaction made Amalthea so angry she tucked her head back in. Adrasteia and Ida nearby, watching them frolic, covered their mouths and giggled secretly. Their tenderness made them feel warm too.
Only now did Zeus seem like the god in their memories.
Sunny and cheerful, playful and mischievous, gentle and kind, close and loving.
Zeus toyed with the Amalthea in his palm, still smiling dotingly, but his tone was obviously more serious: "Maya, I'm being serious. Your essence has no potential for further advancement. I want to reshape your origin for you."
"Mm... please trust me, you'll definitely be more beautiful."
Amalthea raised her tiny head, those adorably naive eyes looking at Zeus, stunned for a moment, then lowering her head to think for a while, full of hesitation and reluctance.
She asked very carefully: "Zeus, what do you want to change me into?"
"Could... could I still have horns?"
Zeus, seeing her charmingly naive yet pleading appearance, understood her little thoughts in his heart.
In childhood, she had used her goat horns to produce milk to feed Zeus. She didn't want this symbol to disappear.
Zeus said gently: "Don't worry, your appearance won't change, and I'll keep your beautiful horns for you. I'll just modify your origin a bit. Mm... though I'll only keep the goat horns."
The silly fairy pouted charmingly, her reluctant appearance particularly adorable. She finally agreed: "Alright, I'll listen to you."
Zeus laughed teasingly: "How bold—do you actually want to defy me?"
Amalthea wasn't afraid at all, rolling her eyes at Zeus and fiercely bumping his palm again with her horn.
Just then, Zeus raised his head to look outside, his sharp gaze penetrating through layers of obstacles, directly locking onto the base of Mount Olympus.
There, a group of deities was slowly approaching, led by Ocean God Oceanus with a large family.
Looking at the young gods behind him, Zeus roughly guessed the Ocean God's purpose, smiled slightly, and instructed the Four Winds outside the divine hall: "Astraeus, honored guests have arrived. Go welcome them."
The four wind god brothers received the command and transformed into four fierce winds, howling down from the peak of Mount Olympus toward the mountain base.
Zeus gently stroked Amalthea's golden fleece, laughing softly: "Look, Maya, your luck is really good."
"Hmm???" The adorable fairy completely couldn't understand Zeus's meaning. Her tiny head was full of question marks.
Zeus didn't say much more, just placed the palm-sized goat goddess in his embrace. Adrasteia and Ida nearby had also obediently stood properly behind him. This understanding had continued for endless ages.
When Oceanus reached the base of Mount Olympus, the myriad deities waiting for the Grand Divine Assembly all came forward to show the most sincere respect to this ancient and majestic Ocean God.
In today's universe, even the most ignorant god knew that the Ocean daughter, that brilliantly wise Wisdom Goddess Metis, was the god beloved by His Majesty the God-King.
Therefore, the Ocean God's status naturally rose with the tide, becoming more revered.
Although the Ocean God was the eldest of the Titans, he hadn't received such treatment before.
After all, everyone used to know that Oceanus didn't get along with the former God-King.
Even though the gods respected the Ocean God, they didn't dare get too close.
Oceanus wasn't an arrogant and discourteous god. Even facing the respect of many minor gods, he returned nods and smiles.
When he reached Olympus, he showed no disrespect whatsoever, controlling his propriety extremely well.
He still waited at the mountain base for Zeus's audience, not going up the mountain directly, only sending one son up the mountain to request an audience, showing humility and respect.
Even though he knew Zeus could certainly know of his arrival, the etiquette he should perform was flawless.
After the Four Winds came down the mountain together, the fierce winds carried respect and reverence as they respectfully invited Oceanus up the mountain to enter the hall. The God-King's courtesy toward the Ocean God was seen by all the deities present.
After Oceanus entered the divine palace, Zeus personally came to the front of the hall to welcome him. His gentle smile was as enthusiastic and cheerful as always, as if he was completely unaware of the Ocean God's purpose, welcoming only a close ally friend, not a Titan who needed to curry favor with him.
He stepped forward to embrace Oceanus heartily, laughing loudly: "Respected Father of All Streams, Olympus welcomes your arrival."
After Zeus released him, Oceanus bowed deeply in salute with unprecedented devotion and humility.
He smiled: "Great Zeus, Your Majesty the God-King, thank you for your welcome. Your mercy and warmth make me feel extremely honored."
The children behind him—Clymene and the other gods—knelt on one knee in grand salute: "Clymene (Pleione, etc.) pays respects to the great, merciful, generous, and compassionate Your Majesty the God-King!"
Zeus's gaze flowed, glancing at the gods. He waved his hand, his voice calm yet full of majesty, smiling faintly: "No need for such formality. All rise."
After speaking, he looked toward the Ocean God, inviting him to be seated.
After both gods were seated, Zeus occupied the high God-King's throne. He asked amiably: "Respected Ocean God, what brings you to Olympus today?"
Zeus naturally knew Oceanus's purpose, but he wanted to confirm Oceanus's attitude.
He wanted to see how this great god, whose relationship with him was becoming increasingly close, would plead—whether he remained humble and loyal.
Atlas and his brother were only minor characters and weren't important, but the attitude of the god pleading for them was very important.
The God-King didn't mind granting a close ally a little grace, but the ally must be worthy.
Humility and loyalty—both were indispensable.
I can give, you can ask, but you cannot demand.
Hearing this, Oceanus's valiant face sighed lightly as he stood up again.
He looked at Zeus, who sat in the center of the divine hall on the high throne above all, with eyes full of pleading, nodding deeply: "Wise God-King, Oceanus comes to request one thing of your respected self."
Zeus's expression became serious. His grave demeanor instantly made the atmosphere in the hall heavy.
He nodded: "Please tell me what it is. If this matter is within my authority and is a reasonable request, I won't refuse your request and will give you the respect you deserve."
The Ocean God gestured toward the children behind him, his voice full of helplessness and grief: "Benevolent Your Majesty the God-King, behind me are my daughters and their children."
He paused for a moment, then continued: "Also... the families of criminal gods."
Speaking thus, the Ocean God's majestic and towering form unhesitatingly knelt on one knee, lowering his noble head in a posture full of humility and heartbreak.
Tears had already fallen from his resilient face as his humble pleading voice echoed in the divine hall: "Respected Your Majesty the God-King, I come to request that merciful you, for the sake of a caring father's pitiable affection for his children, beseech you to forgive these poor children and give them a chance!"
"My daughter Clymene is Iapetus's wife, but she never participated in this war and consistently opposed Iapetus following Kronos, constantly earnestly advising him to serve you loyally."
"It's just that Iapetus was stubborn and unrepentant. She was helpless and had already done everything she could."
"A wife who is loyal to and loves her husband—what could she do? A wife cannot decide her husband's decisions."
"She also consistently advised her children to pursue the right path, but her eldest and second sons were stubborn and unrepentant, resolutely following their father god and going astray."
"Only her other son, the wise Prometheus, walked the right path, serving loyally under your command and having the fortune to gain your favor."
Zeus looked at Clymene. Among the Ocean daughters, her most outstanding beautiful appearance quite amazed him. He nodded imperceptibly, indicating he understood, and continued quietly listening.
When rewarding merits, he hadn't granted Prometheus honor—it wasn't forgetfulness.
Not dealing with Atlas and his brother until now also wasn't forgetfulness.
He had been waiting for Prometheus to come plead, but unexpectedly, it was the Ocean God, this pitiful old father, who came first.
He sighed inwardly: This pitiful old father truly showed a pitiful parent's heart for their children.
The Ocean God pointed toward Pleione, sighing and weeping for her, saying sorrowfully: "My other pitiful daughter—Pleione, who has always been most gentle and gracious. Her correct advice and pleas were cast aside by the violent Atlas."
"The foolish and stubborn Atlas deserves his punishment, but pitifully my daughter can only wash her face with tears day and night. Her lovely children also cannot enjoy the sacred order you established and can no longer live under the sunlight."
"All this is my fault. I chose wrong marriages for them. They followed my teachings, remaining loyal to their husbands and loving their children—this isn't their fault."
"They already tried to prevent this, but a wife should respect her husband and support her husband. She could only advise—how could she firmly oppose her husband? Even when their husbands walked the wrong path."
The Ocean daughters, seeing their father god so humble, everything for their sake, were already softly sobbing.
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