Greek Mythology: I Open a Treasure Chest at Olympus

Chapter 96: Athena: Who is more beautiful, Artemis or me?

“Dionysus!”

The gods listened to the name and gazed silently at the white-haired baby in Zeus’ hands.

Although just born, Dionysus already looked about the same size as the average two or three-year-old child.

This was not unusual among the gods.

When Athena came out of Zeus’ head, she was a girl in armor, holding a shield and a spear.

Apollo silently gazed at him with the ‘all-seeing eye’.

But did not find any strange things, all with the Ordinary Gods when they were first born; there was no unique.

The only strange thing was that he was in the hands of Zeus, looking at the many gods around him with a pair of olive eyes that shimmered and bewildered.

Suddenly, he struggled and jumped out of Zeus’s hands and trotted toward where the gods were.

With the rank of Zeus, if there was a desire to stop, Dionysus naturally could not break free of his hand.

But Zeus was also curious to look, let him jump down.

The gods watched the young white-haired god, with a toddling pace, from the steps of the throne trot out.

With curiosity and madness, the tender face came to Ares step by step.

“Little thing, what do you want?” Ares glared at the young brother in displeasure.

He didn’t like any of his brothers at all.

But the war God’s fierce look didn’t scare the young white-haired god at all, and Dionysus ran on his hands and knees into Ares’ lap.

Ares wanted to kick him away, but with the gods and his father watching, he couldn’t be too brutal with his newborn brother, so he let Dionysus climb up to his waist.

Suddenly, Dionysus stretched out his little hand and grabbed at Ares’ waist.

The gods were amazed at the gaze; he grabbed the wine bottle that Ares wrapped around his waist.

Then nimbly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured it down his throat between large gulps.

Goo! Goo!

The large hall of the gods was quiet; all the gods looked at each other and let the sound of the wine flowing down their throats echo through the temple.

After a while, Athena, the tall and bright Goddess of wisdom, said to Apollo next to her with a smile: “It seems that our new brother is an alcoholic, who is interesting.”

Her words just fell, but see Dionysus jump off Ares, two hands clinging to the bottle; the little face was a half intoxicated half frown.

Then in the divine surprised gaze, he violently forced and smashed the bottle of wine still half left.

There was a hint of disgust in action.

This made Ares’ face go down, ironically.

Damn, little kid, what does this mean?

Robbed the old man’s wine but also showed a face of disdain.

If not on such an occasion, and was the newborn son of the Father God, Ares swears, he must have used his sword to remove this white-haired god’s head.

Seemingly sensing Ares’ chilling gaze, Dionysus shifted his little face to look at him.

Suddenly, a milky white divine power exploded from his body.

“Hey, it’s extraordinary that you can attack people with divine power at such a young age.” Ares laughed disdainfully; he was the body of a divine Lord, and how would he fear the divine power of a newly born god?

The company’s main goal was to maintain a little bit of poise, only to see him not do any resistance action, allowing Dionysus’ divine power to cover his body.

Under the shroud of milky white light, Ares did not tremble at all, looked around the gods with a proud face, and then looked at Zeus above.

“Father God, I see this Dionysus just born, the divine power is too weak, or let me bring him over to properly temper and train him, and I will teach him to become an excellent warrior. Well, Father God, why are you all shaking around?”

At the end of the sentence, Ares was full of weirdness and swept his gaze around. His eyes were full of wobbling gods.

“Ha, Athena, you stinky woman, is this drunk.” And Apollo, aren’t you great? How come you’re staggering after stealing a little wine, that’s all!”

He laughed and pointed at the gods but found that everyone also looked at themselves with very strange eyes.

Especially mother Hera, but also a gloomy expression, as if to cut him with a knife.

So angry: “Mother… Mother God, no wonder Father God likes to find other goddesses, which male gods suffer from you… You’re like this all day long. The stern face of the wife…”

In Hera’s ironic eyes, he fell to the floor with a bang and whirled up.

After, the gods walked coldly next to him and kicked him twice before calling out: “Hephaestus, help your brother down.”

At the same time, with a cold gaze, she cast deadly stares at the infant with white hair not far away.

The Zeus above laughed, walked to Dionysus, picked him up, and said: “My child, it seems you were born with a feeling for wine. Olympus happens to have no God of wine. You are one of the new twelve Main Gods of Olympus, Dionysus, the God of wine.”

Zeus’s words came out, and most of the gods present blushed.

Olympus had twelve Main Gods; now, there was only one vacancy left.

Many gods were staring at this position.

How could everyone expect that Zeus would directly give it to a newborn child?

You know, even the current vice ruler of the divine court, Apollo, was born decades ago and had a record of fighting against the Main Gods. Only when just ascended to Olympus was given the position of Main Gods.

Most of the Main Gods of Olympus were given the title only after they reached adulthood.

Dionysus, the God of wine, had just been born; what qualifications did he have to become one of the twelve Main Gods?

Many ordinary gods had dissatisfaction on their faces.

Seeming to perceive their thoughts, Zeus’ face was cold.

Sitting high on his throne, he said in a deep voice: “My resolution is the will of all the gods to follow.”

As he spoke, he especially stared at Apollo with icy eyes.

The King of Gods, of course, would not forget that, not long ago in the ocean, this son, as he was called, completely ignored the matter.

The latter smiled lightly and quietly locked eyes with him.

Two pairs of eyes in mid-air burst out cold.

The entire Olympus, at this moment, became dead silent.

After a while, Zeus looked at Athena and Hermes and said to them: “In the future, Dionysus will be your responsibility to teach and take care of.”

Athena and Hermes nodded.

“Good, you all leave. I’m tired.” Zeus waved his hand at all the gods.

After all the gods had left the temple, he looked at the white-haired baby in his hands, the corners of his mouth steeply filled with deep.

How about a great existence? It is still difficult to come back after death to find the sanctity in the madness, from the glory of past to new glory, to replace everything for me, to be crowned again for the King… ah, how likely is it?

Murmuring a cold laugh, he put Dionysus down and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, with the root of his thigh that had just been shaved as the source, a great and vast power slowly swept through his whole body.

“The breath of power,” Zeus said with an intoxicated expression on his face, stroking his thigh with his palm, “Most of his residual powers are in my body, and now I only need to spend some time to master these powers, and I can use this in the original realm.”

“Apollo, just wait. It won’t be long before it’s your time to die!”

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from his magnificent body, and a storm covered the large hall.

In the corner under the throne, Dionysus, with a full head of white hair, looked around in amazement, a pair of bewildered eyes, and suddenly stared dead at the throne below Zeus.

He had a strange feeling.

That throne seemed to be born to belong to him.

……

Leaving the temple of the King of Gods, Apollo walked on the road with his sisters, Artemis and Athena.

The Goddess of wisdom, whose face was full of glory, suddenly whispered: “Apollo, your battle in the ocean is glorious, which makes me very shocked.”

“Then I hope one day you will be so shocked that you will give your body to me.” Artemis coldly stepped between her and Apollo.

Apollo stopped at once to lift his lips and looked at the two beautiful goddesses in silence.

Looking at Artemis, Athena sighed, “Artemis, are you so happy to find a wife for your brother?”

Artemis said lightly, “No, I simply want to see you under my brother.”

“You are a famous virgin goddess of Olympus, and you can say such things to tarnish the reputation of purity.” Athena sneered and laughed.

“I don’t care what others say; seeing you overwhelmed is what I’m hoping for at the moment.” Artemis was calm and unconcerned, not touched by Athena’s words at all.

This made Athena a little depressed.

This Goddess of hunting had always been against her or had a bad relationship with her, but they liked to fight each other.

The strength of their heads had always been pressed, but in the battle of words, she had always been known for intelligence and discernment, but she had never won the other side.

This was because, no matter what you said, as long as he did not talk about her mother and brother, he was a completely cold-as-water model of the guy.

The heart was completely devoid of any other half-hearted thoughts.

Such a pure person was the simplest and most difficult to be touched.

The only way to break her guard was to use the people and things she cared about the most.

Athena looked at Apollo: “The most famous man in Olympus.

“There are three most famous virgin goddesses in Olympus, excluding aunt Hestia. It’s Artemis and me. Which do you think is more worthy of this name, me or her?”