CHAPTER 92: THE AGE OF GODS

Years passed.

Olympus grew.

Not just in size—but in weight. In power. In presence.

What had once been a victory tower atop a mountain had become something else entirely. A kingdom. A seat of heaven. A flame that cast its light over all mortal lands and far beyond.

It didn’t happen in a single day, but day by day, piece by piece, it came together.

Leto gave birth to twins—Apollo and Artemis. Radiant and wild. One, a sun of charm and archery, his voice able to sway both mortals and gods. The other, fierce-eyed and silent in the woods, a hunter and protector, moonlight in human form.

Maia bore Hermes, quick-footed, clever, a thief even as a toddler, but too fast to be caught. His smile was the kind that always knew more than he let on.

Mnemosyne’s children—those daughters of memory, the Muses—sang through Olympus like wind chimes in a breeze. Every hall, every court, every temple echoed with their voices. They weren’t just songs. They were history.

All of them grew. Some faster than others. All different. But all divine.

And one by one, Zeus carved thrones from the core of the mountain. Twelve. Forged from raw celestial stone, wrapped in gold and etched with symbols of the cosmos. Each seat attuned to the soul of the one meant to sit on it.

Not just decorations. These were binding. Power-locks. Recognitions.

And when the last seat was complete, a faint chime echoed through Olympus—one no one else heard.

Except him.

[MAIN QUEST COMPLETED]

Quest: Birth of the Twelve

Status: ✅

Olympus Recognition Rate: 100%

Realm Recognition Unlocked

Zeus stood alone in the council chamber. The light from the throne circle bathed him in soft firelight. Behind his eyes, something flickered. The system screen. Silent to the world. A secret even from the gods who worshipped the halls he built.

[NEW MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED]

The Age of Gods

Objective:

– Establish Olympus as the center of divine order across all realms.

– Unite or conquer all pantheons.

– Safeguard mortal fate.

Requirements:

– Build Pantheon Seats (12/12)

– Gain Full Realm Recognition (3/3)

– Rewrite the Divine Law

– Survive the First Crisis

Reward:

– Origin Core Access

– Omnipantheon Integration Key

– Legacy Path Revelation

Failure:

– Collapse of Olympus

– Rise of Forgotten Powers

Zeus stared at the glowing text for a long time. His fingers were curled behind his back, jaw tight.

One out of three Realms. That meant Olympus—the Upper Realm—was his. Fully recognized. The skies bent to his rule. Stars answered when he called. Divine resonance locked in.

How did he do it?

By force. By promise. By showing the gods and spirits of the skies that their fates were safer under him than without him.

He didn’t need to slay monsters to claim this one. He only needed to stand taller than all of them until they believed it.

But that phrase—First Crisis—wouldn’t leave his mind.

What was it?

A battle?

A betrayal?

A war he hadn’t seen yet?

Or worse...

A god he didn’t know?

He walked slowly around the thrones. His fingers grazed the one meant for Apollo. Then for Poseidon. Then Hera’s. He stopped at Metis’s—hers was smaller, but more intricate. The seat of the First Queen.

He’d rewritten Olympus already. He just hadn’t written the law.

Rewrite Divine Law... pending.

The old laws—Titan laws—were still in place. Hidden. Ancient. Buried deep in the roots of Olympus.

Those laws were cruel. Cold. The strong devoured the weak, and only blood justified rule.

He couldn’t leave that buried rot beneath his new throne.

Not anymore.

Zeus took a deep breath, stepping into the center of the circle.

The chamber responded—pulses of energy rippling out like waves. The thrones shivered. The sky outside rumbled.

Then he lifted his hand.

[DIVINE LAW INTERFACE UNLOCKED]

Old text uncoiled like chains across his vision. Laws written in languages older than gods. Written by Kronos. Before him—Uranus.

Blood inheritance. Power by violence. Law of succession by overthrows.

No wonder the Titans fell.

Zeus didn’t flinch.

One by one, he deleted the lines. Crushed the sigils. Erased the names.

Then he wrote new ones.

No god shall rise by the fall of another.

All thrones must be earned—by purpose, not blood.

The will of Olympus shall protect mortals, not rule them.

Fate shall be free—guided, not chained.

His fingers stilled.

The screen pulsed once. Then accepted the rewrite.

[DIVINE LAW SUCCESSFULLY REWRITTEN]

Olympus Legal Structure: New Age

Zeus closed his hand, and the light faded.

He stood in the silence for a moment, the new laws breathing in the halls like fresh air. He didn’t smile.

He wasn’t proud. Not yet.

Because now... now came the real challenge.

Two realms remained.

The Mortal Realm, fractured and vast.

And the Underworld, ruled not by gods... but by something older. Deeper.

And the Crisis.

He turned his head slightly, eyes drifting toward the high windows that looked into the stars. For a second, he swore something was watching back.

He looked away.

"I hope I’ll be strong enough," he muttered to no one

A gust of wind slipped through the cracks of the high chamber doors—no breeze, no storm. Just Hermes.

He didn’t walk in. He blurred in.

One blink, and the god of messengers stood at the edge of the throne circle, cloak fluttering, sandals still faintly glowing from the heat of his speed. His chest rose and fell like he’d run across eternity and only now remembered to breathe.

"Father," he said simply.

Zeus turned.

His face didn’t change. But his eyes caught something. A flicker of attention. That was all Hermes needed.

"I delivered it," Hermes said. "To all of them."

Zeus stayed quiet.

Hermes took another breath, then pulled a small scroll from the pouch on his belt. The parchment glowed faintly with Olympus’s seal—a golden bolt pressed into red wax, still hot.

"The message was received by the Asgardians, the Kemetics, the Shinto, and the Devi pantheon," Hermes said. "Some by hand. Some by trick. I got it to all their highest seats."

Zeus nodded once. "And their response?"

Hermes scratched the back of his neck. "Mixed."

He grinned—just slightly, that sly smile only he could wear when delivering world-changing news.

"The Egyptians sent back silence. Typical. They’ll watch first."

Zeus raised an eyebrow.

"The Norse sent a raven with a single feather." Hermes pulled it from his coat and tossed it forward. The feather hovered midair, refusing to fall.

"That’s Odin saying, ’I see you,’" Hermes said. "Probably watching us right now."

Zeus didn’t even glance at the feather. "And the East?"

"Amaterasu sent a sun blossom. Perfect. Untouched. Said Olympus is welcome to speak—but never to shine too bright."

Zeus exhaled.

"And the Devi?"

Hermes frowned. "Vishnu smiled. Shiva laughed. Brahma didn’t say a word."

He paused.

"They said... Olympus has a throne. But so does the void."

Zeus’s gaze hardened. "Meaning?"

"Meaning they’re not against us. But they’re not with us either. Not yet."

A pause.

Then Hermes stepped closer, more serious.

"They know what you’re doing, Father. What we’re doing. This Age of Gods... it’s not just our story. It’s going to shake the roots of everything. And they all feel it."

Zeus’s hand flexed behind his back.

The system didn’t show updates yet. No quests completed. No new alliances formed.

But something had moved.

Something old.

And maybe, something waiting.

Zeus walked past Hermes slowly, his footsteps quiet in the chamber.

"You did well," he said finally.

Hermes gave a mock bow. "Of course I did. I’m your son."