Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 124: God King Zeus: Damn It, Am I Being Excluded?

Chapter 124: God King Zeus: Damn It, Am I Being Excluded?
The sound of the tides lingered. Plants swayed. The sea breeze rolled in softly, stirring fine dust motes into the air until they glittered like scattered stars.
To Zeus’s eyes, the Aegean Sea looked exactly as it always had.
Greece, walking alongside the gods, had endured a thousand years with almost nothing changing. The last true shock to this land had been a thousand years ago, when Uruk arrived without warning.
Even then, Greece had remained stable amid that clash of civilizations.
The gods, or rather, God King Zeus, did not like change.
Because he was, at his core, a machina god.
And machina gods were cold, rigid, and fixed. They pursued eternal solidity, not the flowing turbulence of water and fire.
Yet when Zeus stepped into the present world again, he felt something different. The scenery was the same, but the air carried a faint discord, as though the world itself had shifted by a hair’s breadth.
He walked through wild grass, passed forests and rolling hills, and moved toward the place where human presence gathered.
If the land had not changed, then only the people could have.
Soon, a solemnly adorned city state rose before him.
Olympia.
Among the many city states of Greece, Olympia was one of the most special. It was regarded as the gathering place of the gods within the human world, and also the place directly governed by the gods in the present world.
If Athens was the most prosperous region of Greece, representing the height of commerce and economy, and Sparta was the strongest city state, representing the peak of martial prowess, then Olympia was the core of Greek faith, the holy land closest to the gods.
If anything in Greece would reveal the trend of faith, it would be here.
Because the city states gathered here each year to hold grand sacrifices for the gods. It was the prototype of what would later be called the Olympic Games.
That was precisely why Zeus had come in the form of a humanoid terminal.
To see the whole from a single corner. To observe, from within Olympia itself, what had happened among the people without his notice.
The priests who served the gods sensed his arrival the moment he stepped into the city’s influence. They worshipped with pious devotion, kneeling within their respective temples.
Zeus walked into Olympia without obstruction.
Along the way he saw Spartan warriors holding disciplined guard posts, and Athenian officials managing administration. Olympia was called a city state, yet in truth it was an aggregate formed through the union of many city states.
“Welcome, great Heavenly God!” Someone waited at the end of the wide road.
It was the King of Olympia, who was also the high priest of the gods. An old man with white hair and beard, he could not see Zeus’s exact appearance, but he could sense the radiance of divinity in the newcomer. At minimum, this was a Heavenly God with the specifications of a Chief God or higher.
Zeus’s deep voice fell like a weight.
“The King of Olympia?”
The old priest bowed even lower, respectful to the point of reverence.
“It is I.”
“Then come.” Zeus’s gaze remained steady. “I have not entered the human world for a long time. What changes have occurred during this period?”
So he truly is a reclusive god. The king’s heart stirred, then he answered carefully.
“There are changes, and there are not.”
‘After Uruk City was built, people from north and south passed through it. They participated in the city’s construction and also gained wisdom and achievements from it. In the city, the Sage made a covenant with the gods. The Goddess of Wisdom allowed people to gain mature thoughts. The God of Harvest loosened the freedom of tilling the land. The Goddess of the Hearth no longer controlled the brewing of delicious wines. Apollo granted me the candle flame to light the night. Poseidon allowed me to command the wild winds of the sea…’
‘People built city walls on the earth with their own strength, achieving harvests. People stacked giant stones into the sky, no longer restricted.’
‘People praised the Sage who built the city, and also revered the gods who let go.’
‘Now is no longer the same as the past.’
Olympia Records
“Uruk City? Science and technology? Gods letting go?” Zeus’s first response was a furious outburst.
The world seemed to answer him.
Thunder roared, and for a heartbeat it felt as if the sky itself had darkened. The king’s old body trembled under that pressure, as though the surrounding air had turned into a storm cloud that wanted to crush him.
Fortunately, Zeus caught himself and restrained his anger before it fully broke loose.
“You claim the people still revere the gods of the high heavens?”
“Yes, great god.” Panting, forcing himself to stand firm, the king spoke with a courage that tasted like blood. “We have not lost our faith in the gods.”
Zeus closed his eyes.
No amount of questioning was as fitting as feeling it directly.
At this moment he stood within Olympia, the holy land of Greece and the gathering place of the gods within the human world. The transit point through which faith flowed upward.
True or false, he would feel it personally.
So Zeus extended his senses and touched the faith of the people.
It was there.
Strong.
Stronger, even, more devout than before.
The faith in the Goddess of Wisdom Athena was the strongest.
After that came the Goddess of the Hunt Artemis, the Goddess of Harvest Demeter, and the Goddess of the Hearth Hestia.
Then gods like Apollo, Ares, and others followed.
But…
Zeus’s eyes opened.
His voice did not rise. It sank.
“Why is there no faith in me?”
His fingers tightened.
“Why is there no faith in me?”
A third time, it finally broke into a snarl.
“Where is my faith?”
Zeus was enraged.
If the faith in all the gods had weakened, then to a certain extent, it could be dismissed as an inevitable consequence of human civilization advancing.
But if only one god’s faith had weakened…
If only Zeus’s faith was missing…
Then the conclusion was unavoidable.
“Damn it.” Zeus’s voice trembled with fury. “Those bastards actually dared to betray me.”
“They dared to betray me, the great King of the Gods!”
His personality switched in an instant.
A gale tore through the city.
The king collapsed to the ground. Brilliant lightning cracked overhead. Dark clouds surged together like a curtain being drawn across the sky. Nobles in Olympia looked up in terror as light and shadow ripped open the firmament, swallowing the world beneath it.
Zeus’s humanoid form vanished.
At the same time, his true machina god body released its power.
The King of the Gods intended to display his majesty.
Whether it was the gods who defied him, or the humans who abandoned their faith in him, whether it was Uruk City or the sage who built it, all of it became a target for destruction.
He would display the majesty of the God King and the power of the God of Gods.
Even if he destroyed the existing civilization, it would not matter.
He wanted to be the eternal God King.
He would not tolerate defiance.
…
Inside the fully constructed Uruk City, within the academy, Rowe rose from his seat.
“Tell all the gods in the city to return to their own cities,” he said calmly. “The King of the Gods is coming.”
“Eh?” Hestia, who had been reading nearby, looked up in confusion.
In the next instant, Rowe’s figure disappeared.
The Goddess of the Hearth, who had been quietly staying in City to read during this period, froze in place.
“Where is Rowe?” Athena’s silver hair flowed as she stepped in through the doorway, arriving just in time to see that he was already gone.
Rowe had left.
He sensed it.
The timing was ripe.
He went to the highest mountain in Greece.
To see someone.
Or rather, to see a god.
A Titan giant.
“Hahahaha!” At the peak of the Caucasus Mountains, Prometheus, the fire stealer, let out a hearty laugh. “That guy is finally angry, after all!”
“Zeus, God King Zeus. The foresight I have gained already shows that his rule will not last much longer!”
“Because Lord Rowe, you have already arrived!”
“Whether it is far or not depends on fate.” A voice answered.
A long robe billowed in the wind like drifting clouds. Rowe stepped over jagged rock and harsh mountain paths, crossed the towering peak, and looked up at the enormous figure bound to the giant stone.
His eyes were steady.
“Prometheus, I’ve finally met you.”
“And I’ve finally met you, ancient sage, hahahaha!” Prometheus laughed, and the sound carried something eerily familiar, like an echo of Cronus.
He was a descendant of the Titans, after all, a grandson of Cronus.
So the similarity was only natural.
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