God, the Descent (2
by Afuhfuihgs
God, the Descent (2)
I was murdered while having sex.
What the fuck am I talking about? I’m just as dumbfounded, but it’s a true story.
Who knew the woman I met at a club for a one-night stand would be a gumiho sucking out people’s livers?
No, wait. She ate a white horse, so is she a vampire?
…It’s a metaphor.
I was just having sex, came inside her, and collapsed on top of the woman, when she stabbed me in the neck with something like a syringe.
Considering the way she stabbed my neck without a moment’s hesitation, she must have been a pro.
Damn it.
Would I have survived if I hadn’t come inside?
But she was the one who wanted to go raw. If going raw was her last consideration for sending me to the afterlife, that’s a fucking shitty consideration.
Goodbye, my beautiful organs.
Spread far and wide in all directions and be well-utilized everywhere.
Maybe because I died during sex, or maybe because I died without pain.
For some reason, I didn’t really feel like dying was painful.
Rather, I strongly felt that this was what dying from overexertion felt like.
Since I lived alone without parents anyway, the white horse will take care of my body, so there’s no need to worry about the aftermath.
Without even knowing I’m dead, bills will continue to pile up in the mailbox, and I’ll be urged to pay fees from all sorts of places until they’re naturally cut off.
The world will go on just fine without even checking if I’m dead or alive.
Then I was reborn.
Without any intermediate process, I was sucked into something as if drawn by something.
Eungae.
And I became a baby.
Is this what they call reincarnation?
I thought for a moment.
My body suddenly sank downwards.
My body suddenly began to be sucked into the ground, and I started sliding down a slope in a blanket, as if I were going down a water slide.
Ah, I slowly began to see the light.
I heard that some reincarnated people regain their senses in their mother’s womb and make it difficult for the mother, but I had to slide down at least several kilometers of land in a born state.
Fortunately, I reached the end.
Mungkeul.
Something soft caught me.
I struggled to open my eyes, which I couldn’t even properly open.
“Ah…!”
At the end of escaping the long tunnel, a blonde woman smiled brightly as soon as she caught me.
“Aiya…!”
Huge tits! Milf! Blonde!
Is this woman my mom?
If so, I was confident I could suckle with all my might.
If you ask if I’m not ashamed that an adult man is happy to become a child and think about sucking on breasts, anyone who sees breasts as bountiful as Mother Earth would want to suckle, no, bury their face in them.
Eungae!
I cried on purpose.
It’s a simple thought, but if I cry sadly, won’t she give me milk?
“Yes, yes. You must be sad to be separated from your mother too. But please understand…”
Huh?
“This grandma will protect you. I’ll send you to a place where that son of a bitch can’t reach you. This island of Crete will be your cradle.”
Huh?
Grandma?
Even looking at her in the worst light, this woman who looks to be in her mid-30s is a grandma?
Even though she’s a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner, and the dress she’s wearing is quite revealing, this woman is my grandma?
Eungae!
I don’t care.
‘Give me milk!’
What does it matter if she doesn’t look like a grandma?
If I could just bury my face in those breasts, if I could just turn away from the uncomfortable truth, I didn’t care at all.
“Ah, child. You must never let your existence be known. If that crazy bastard finds out you’re alive, he’ll devour you.”
Eungae?
“Don’t forget. The pain of the five who died for you. You must grow up and kill that bastard.”
Huh? I’ve definitely heard this story somewhere before?
“Please… survive. Yes. Your name. I have to tell you your name. I’m telling you your name instead of Rhea… but please understand. You are.”
Zeus.
Shit.
I’m fucked.
* * *
Zeus.
The chief god of Greek and Roman mythology.
A being who is often talked about as the god of thunder.
That’s me.
‘Why reincarnation out of all the reincarnation types?!’
Thwack, thwack.
I beat the scarecrow with the wooden sword I was holding.
I swung the wooden sword as if to burst the straw, filled with my anger.
Thwack, thwack!
Zeus.
People often think of him as a playboy who sleeps with any woman, but that’s only after he succeeded as the chief god.
I heard he went through a lot of hardship to reach the pillar of the 12 Olympians.
And I have to do that.
Hehehe.
“Shibal!”
I stabbed the straw doll-Cronus’s heart-with the wooden sword.
My irritated wooden sword broke with a cracking sound, and I threw it to the ground and sat down on a nearby rock.
‘If you were going to reincarnate me, you should have just possessed me!’
What if I had possessed Zeus after he had conquered the world, regardless of whether Hera was jealous or not, at least in the state of being the master of Olympus!
Even if the process of adapting to the body was eventful, it was a very big ordeal that I had to overcome the crisis myself.
I want to suck honey without trials.
I can understand a little why Zeus in mythology was so obsessed with women.
As a child, he spends painful days under the mission to kill Cronus and the pressure of not knowing when he will die.
In his youth, he defeats the giants with his brothers and sisters he saved from Cronus and takes over the hegemony of Olympus.
The problem is this story, honestly, who remembers it properly?
‘I only remember very fragmentary things!’
Childhood.
The comic books I saw at the neighborhood library were all I knew about Greek and Roman mythology.
Two siblings would come out and bicker with each other, and I would occasionally watch the story that the hairy uncle told.
I, Zeus, have become the person who has to become the light and protect them in this world full of darkness!
“Damn it.”
Should I just quit without killing him?
Should I leave the Greek region and live in hiding for the rest of my life?
Yes. Instead of Greek and Roman mythology, I will go east and create the mythology of the thunder god.
Dangun becomes me.
I will become the thunder god leading Pungbaek, Usa, and Unsa and create a kingdom.
Whether Greece suffers from Cronus’s dictatorship or not.
‘No one knows I’m alive, so who’s going to say anything?’
Would Cronus really chase me all the way to the Far East and kill me?
They are gods of the Greek region, so they will live in Greece.
“……No. I have to succeed.”
I steeled my own heart.
‘If I succeed, all the beauties of this Greek land will be mine.’
High risk, high return.
To me, who died while having sex, it may be a punishment given by God, but also a salvation at the same time.
All I have to do is kill Cronus.
After that, I can overcome the crisis with Zeus’s brothers and sisters, such as Poseidon and Hades.
Ah, ah-
Under the olive tree
I swore to become gods
…Anyway.
Once I overcome the ordeal of Cronus, I can somehow solve the rest.
For that glorious day, sitting on the throne at the top of Olympus, holding a spear and sitting proudly shirtless.
I will definitely kill Cronus.
“Jupiter! Where are you?”
“Ah, nunaaaa!”
I ran towards Amalthea, the gray-haired nymph who was heard from afar.
“Really, I told you not to call me nuna…?”
“Why?”
“Well, that’s…. Never mind. Let’s have lunch together.”
Amalthea.
She was the helper Gaia sent to me to kill Cronus.
“Sseuup, haa.”
“Jupiter?”
“I’m sleepy….”
I buried my face in Amalthea’s arms.
My height is still only enough for my face to reach Amalthea’s belly.
Eungae.
If Amalthea hadn’t hugged me, if Chiron, a sweaty man, had been my teacher, wouldn’t I have seriously considered running away?
…Bulkkeun.
‘Hold on. Zeus inside me.’
Reincarnated as Zeus, I received one definite benefit.
God’s body.
Zeus was Zeus.
Strength, stamina, vitality.
All of it had the majesty of a god.
The Titan with olive blood, which cannot be compared to a young man with kimchi blood from his previous life, was also Titan in other places.
‘My dick is also Zeus.’
That’s right.
My penis, that is, my dick, was Zeus himself.
“Shibal, it’s fucking big.”
It’s bigger, more sturdy, and thicker than me in my previous life, making me feel inferior.
But.
‘Now it’s my dick.’
Because I am Zeus.
* * *
The nymph Amalthea received a sacred order from the great Mother Earth Gaia.
Raise this child without anyone finding out.
When she first received the mission, Amalthea could not understand why this ordeal had been placed upon her.
No matter how she thought about it, the child was the child of ‘those gods’.
Amalthea is not a foolish nymph.
Gaia entrusted her with the future.
And that future was wise, intelligent, and diligently devoted to training to kill the god.
-Name? Um… let’s call him Jupiter. That way I can hide myself. Hehe.
He was so smart that sometimes he felt like a fully grown adult who had turned into a child.
What child would be aware that they have to hide their existence and even use a pseudonym for their name?
So Amalthea raised the child with all her heart.
Although she was not his biological mother, she cared for the child, Jupiter, like family, according to the solemn command of the Great Mother.
It’s a bit much to call him her child, as Jupiter called Amalthea ‘nuna’.
The child knows.
That the woman raising him is not his mother.
Amalthea was so sad about that.
No matter how much he was of divine blood, it was so heartbreaking to see a young child who should be loved and raised not even receiving his mother’s love and sharpening his sword for a mission.
Nunnaaaa
So Amalthea accepted his whining.
In his childhood, she even breastfed him directly, but Jupiter loved Amalthea’s breasts so much.
Amalthea didn’t hate it that much either.
But.
“…It’s troubling.”
Amalthea expressed her reluctance at Jupiter’s growing body.
He will soon grow up and go on a journey to kill Cronus.
But one part of him was already an adult.
A truly magnificent adult.
Splash, splash.
Below Jupiter, who entered the cold spring naked and washed away his sweat, was something thicker and thicker than Amalthea’s horns.
“…Gulp.”
The nymph’s lower abdomen began to throb little by little.
“Ah, divinity…!”
Before the majesty of God, the mere nymph could only swallow her saliva.
Even if he was the child she had breastfed and raised herself, he was a god.
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