In the most hidden depths of the Ocean, after a long search Menoetius truly did manage to find the place where Amalthea lay gestating in sleep.
One cannot even tell whether Menoetius's luck was good or bad.
If you say his luck was bad, Poseidon merely stirred him up and gave no real help; even so, he actually found where Amalthea was, and because of the celebration across the entire universe there was no god keeping watch. It could be called rather smooth sailing.
But if you say his luck was good…
He actually did find Amalthea!
By the time Menoetius found Amalthea, the bit of drunkenness he'd had was long gone.
He looked at the enormous pure white sphere of light before him, held fast by the boundless pure water of the Ocean.
He could clearly sense that this goddess, now gestating and asleep, possessed power not the slightest bit inferior to his own.
The resolution that had been firm in his heart began to waver fiercely at that moment.
Even a fool, rash and arrogant as he was, felt that his thoughts and actions, it seemed, probably, perhaps… were indeed not very smart.
He hesitated for a long, long time, warring within himself, and in the end could only sigh weakly and turn away.
But after leaving, he stopped halfway.
All his travel could only be within the water. Though he could clearly feel how beautiful it was above the surface,
He was not permitted to extend even the slightest bit of his divine body to experience the beauty of that flourishing world.
He agonized yet again.
At last, he clenched his teeth, steeled his heart, stamped his foot, and decisively turned back!
Do it!
Days without honor and dignity—he had had more than enough!
However, on his way back, he met his target halfway.
The newborn daughter of the Ocean—Amalthea—had already "been born."
Just a moment earlier, when Menoetius was wracked with indecision and his divinity was in turmoil, his undisguised, malice-filled divine thought had already awakened the sleeping Amalthea.
Yet this timid, simple goddess, upon waking, did not dare move a muscle.
Forcing down the fear and tremor from the depths of her divinity, she feigned nonchalance and continued to maintain the posture of sleep.
Only when that terrible malice finally receded did she immediately free herself from the warm, comfortable "womb" of light.
She first patted lightly at her heaving, nervous bosom to steady her frightened heart.
She did not even take time to look carefully at how new and beautiful she was now. With nothing more than a simple dress formed from the Ocean's pure water, she immediately set off for Olympus.
She wanted to hurry back to Zeus's side.
Only at Zeus's side could she feel truly safe.
That god just now—his aura was terrifying!
She had barely set out when she ran into the returning Menoetius.
Her first instinct was to turn and flee!
Menoetius, too, was startled and, purely by reflex, already surged his divine power to seize the goddess!
Then he was dumbfounded to discover that it might not be easy to take her down.
Once the fighting actually began, he was shocked to find that this seemingly delicate newborn goddess was far too strong!
True, she was very timid and completely unskilled at fighting—indeed, you could say she had no idea how to fight at all, and she didn't even know how strong she had become.
But she had home-field advantage!
A daughter of the Ocean within the ocean currents has absolute advantage!
And her power—wasn't it a bit too great?!
His arrogant, reckless authority was useless against a goddess whose only thought was to run.
And in direct clashes of divine bodies, her small, soft white fists—delicate and gentle as they looked—hurt far too much when they landed!
Even though his divine body was that of the stars, he dared not take many hits. Even if her blows had no technique—purely "turtle punches" thrown by instinct—every move of hers received the blessing of the Ocean's mighty power.
Added to her own great might, the moment she began to move, she stirred up in the Ocean's depths a world-shaking surge enough to tear continents apart!
In a brief span, even a battle-seasoned Titan like Menoetius was put into a fluster, unable to close in easily!
What is more, unable yet to control her power perfectly, the panicked goddess instinctively used her full strength.
The commotion this caused was far too great!
His original plan to take her quietly was now completely ruined!
Never mind taking her down quietly—judging by this, he wouldn't be taking her down anytime soon at all!
What Zeus saw was exactly such a ridiculous scene, and he could only be half-amused, half-exasperated.
Everything taking place was within his control, and this scene here had been under his close watch the entire time.
When Menoetius first turned away, a sigh had even passed through Zeus's mind: even a fool like this had learned to pull up short at the brink; it seemed he wasn't utterly beyond redemption.
But soon Menoetius turned resolutely back again.
Zeus was speechless: a fool is still a fool.
In fact, at the very instant Menoetius made his move, Zeus was already preparing to act personally.
But what happened next nearly made the carefully composed mask of cold fury on his face slip.
Amalthea's "turtle punches," in the boundless home field of the Ocean, had actually forced the battle-seasoned Titan Menoetius into a short-lived fluster!
It was the sort of ridiculous scene no god would believe if you told them.
That Titan star-god Menoetius, famed for recklessness, savagery, and supreme combat prowess, fought to a standstill with a newly born goddess who was shy, timid, and knew only how to throw flailing punches…
Still, Zeus knew that Amalthea was timid and unskilled in combat and could not perfectly control her strength; if time dragged on, she would eventually not be Menoetius's match.
But there was no need to rush; this was a rather amusing scene.
Within the hall, the gods had no idea why, without warning, His Majesty the God-King had suddenly changed his expression.
Even so, they all knew something extraordinary had happened.
Yet without Zeus speaking, no one dared utter a word.
Only as the clouds outside the hall grew ever thicker and the lightning in the clouds flashed like golden thunder-dragons did their fear grow more profound.
Even the most forgetful god still remembered the God-King's matchless might.
That dreadful Great Thunder could tear the chaotic void with ease, could create the sea and the underworld with ease. The God-King possesses the power to alter and destroy all.
Not to mention that now, having created the Divine Order, he was more invincible still.
With a light tap of the thunder-scepter in Zeus's hand upon the smooth floor, the space within the temple tore silently open.
Beyond that fissure was the scene of pure Ocean water exploding violently—a battle raging with extreme ferocity.
In truth, the very moment Amalthea was born, the Oceanus couple far away upon Olympus sensed it.
Joy beyond measure rose in both their hearts, and they were preparing to find a fitting moment to report the good news to the God-King Zeus.
True, they also sensed that there seemed to be a little commotion within the Ocean.
But they really hadn't thought much of it.
After all, this child was the fruit of all their efforts; that her birth should come with some omens and stir up an earthshaking commotion was the most normal thing in the world.
If a mighty goddess upon whom they had poured everything had made little stir upon being born, that would have been abnormal.
But what they never imagined
Was that this would be the scene before their eyes!
This grand happy occasion had, in an instant, turned into a towering catastrophe!
Oceanus's divine eyes flared wide, and a terror more dreadful than the raging Ocean surged through his heart!
A chilling horror shot up from the depth of his divinity, and cold sweat broke from him!
He now knew why the God-King had suddenly changed his face—anyone would, in this situation.
Just like the Mother of All Rivers, Tethys, whose fair and gentle face had gone stark white, bereft of a drop of blood.
Before Zeus could speak, Oceanus had already turned into a surging torrent and was the first to charge through the rift in space!
Tethys, coming to her senses, followed close behind!
They entered the fray directly and, holding nothing back, unleashed the full measure of their primordial Titan might!
Tethys transformed directly into endless soft water, sheltering the seemingly imperiled Amalthea tenderly and firmly behind her, keeping wind and wave wholly at bay.
Oceanus, meanwhile, did not hold back in the slightest. He drew upon the Ocean's immeasurable total power and, in an instant, gathered and compressed it—bringing it crashing down upon Menoetius!
That rash Titan's seemingly indestructible divine body, in less than an instant, was crushed utterly beneath this absolute and irresistible might, turned into the purest material particles!
He had not merely no strength to resist—he had no chance even to react!
In the Ocean, save for the God-King, the Oceanus god is all but absolutely invincible.
Wrapping that cloud of particles, struggling to reconstitute itself into Menoetius, within pure Ocean water, Oceanus brought him straight through the rift and into the temple.
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