Greek Myth: Zeus Wants Me to Be His/Her (XXXX)?????

The potion's effect, after all, had a time limit.

It was like a timed quest in a game. Once the potion wore off, Eros's chance at victory was over.

A vast, oceanic divine power surged forth. Poseidon stood there, her strength fully unleashed.

The fight just now had been exhilarating, but now it was time to crush him with overwhelming force and show him the true gap between them.

Yes, if she wanted to tame her future Sea Consort, this step was essential.

Like breaking a wild, temperamental horse, you had to give it a firm lash of the whip.

"Fine, let's say you won the last round. But from here on out, do you really think you have any chance?"

"Huh? I'm done fighting."

Faced with Poseidon's burning battle spirit, Eros simply waved it off, as if the person who'd been so fired up moments ago wasn't him at all.

"What nonsense is this?! Think you can just admit defeat and walk away?"

"I told you, didn't I? Every punch you landed, I'll return them all!"

There was no way Poseidon would let this slide.

Besides, this fight, he'd started it. How could he say "no more" and expect her to stop?

"No, I'm not running away. I just… suddenly lost interest."

Eros lifted his gaze, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

All the regret he'd carried for his earlier mistakes had already been poured into that punch that pierced Poseidon.

Now, he had no will left to continue.

It was like showing up at a so-called dark cuisine restaurant, eager for an experience, only to find the place was all gimmick and no substance.

Had he known from the start that Zeus was a goddess, he wouldn't have gone to all this trouble. He'd have gone straight to Olympus to join Hera's palace intrigue instead.

At worst, he'd have earned himself a constellation. At best, maybe even a minor godhood.

And the most important part? They're all goddesses.

If Poseidon's gatherings were this wild, Eros didn't dare imagine what Olympus banquets would be like.

Oh, and Apollo. They'd spent nearly half a month together at sea.

He should've made a move then. Instead, he'd held back out of restraint.

Thinking back, he could only feel overwhelming regret.

Seeing Eros completely distracted, showing no sign of wanting to resist, Poseidon's expression twitched. She raised her hand, then lowered it again several times.

If they stopped now, how was she supposed to settle the score for the punches he'd landed on her?

She really wanted to just ignore everything and smash him.

"…Fine. Since you've so quickly and honestly accepted your defeat, I won't hold it against you."

In the end, Poseidon decided to hold back for now.

If she broke him, she might delay enjoying him later.

"Since you're my future Sea Consort, now that you've accepted you can't defy fate, just come back quietly with me."

"…You're seriously misunderstanding something."

Eros, finally snapping out of it, looked at her playing the magnanimous victor and sighed.

"I never said I'd become your consort.

And even if you are a goddess, your personality is awful. It's hard to stay interested."

Sure, goddesses were great. If it were Zeus, at worst they'd flirt. There wasn't even a Water Bearer constellation yet.

But with Poseidon? All Eros could think of were things like tentacles, monstrous hybrids, or some heavy kink material.

Most of Poseidon's offspring, after all, aside from the three she bore as Sea Queen, were sea monsters.

So even if she was top-tier goddess material in terms of looks, her personality and vibe killed the mood.

"That's even better!"

Poseidon grinned.

"The less willing you are, the happier I am.

If you resist, I get to pummel you again. What could be more delightful?"

Yep, awful personality.

Eros raised his hand, ready to call on Zeus.

Before, he'd been reluctant to. Partly because of Hera, partly because Zeus was intimidating.

But now that he knew Zeus was a goddess, it was like a weight had lifted.

He no longer had to worry about his back. He felt free.

As for Poseidon? Time to let Zeus clean up this mess.

Zeus hadn't said as much, but it was like an unspoken pact between them.

She'd appeared before him recently. She was probably watching even now.

She knew what Eros was trying to do. She could guess his thoughts. Surely, she'd planned for this moment to swoop in and score points.

"So, will you resist, or spare yourself the effort?"

Poseidon strode toward him.

The clouds above darkened, heavy and oppressive, blocking out the sky.

A chill ran through Eros. Like the promise of rain, but the clouds didn't look like they'd pour down.

No more hesitation. Eros called on Zeus, lightning bursting from his hand, shooting into the dark clouds and vanishing like a stone into deep water.

Blocked?

Eros froze. Poseidon did too. She looked just as surprised.

Wasn't her doing? Then who?

Beneath the mirror-still sea, something massive rose swiftly.

Sensing danger, Poseidon threw up layers of protection in an instant.

But the next moment, the assault came.

It was like a massive bomb detonated beneath the waves, sending water towering to the clouds.

From within that surge emerged a monster: fire pouring from a hundred throats, towering as tall as any Titan.

Typhon.

A roar like a hundred beasts filled the world, a grotesque nightmare with a hundred heads, wings, and arms, as if countless creatures had fused into one.

No one needed to tell Eros its name.

"Typhon?!"

The Father of Monsters didn't even look at Eros, knocked aside by the shockwave of its arrival.

Its countless hands seized Poseidon midair, slammed her to the ground.

Her defenses shattered like glass, her bones crushed beneath its immense strength.

In an instant, Typhon, the unexpected monster, had beaten Poseidon down and claimed the battlefield.

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