God Descends (2)
God Descends (2)
I was murdered in the middle of sex.
As absurd as it sounds, I can barely believe it myself, but I experienced it firsthand.
Who would've guessed the girl I met for a one-night stand at a club was a Gumiho who devours human livers?
No, wait. I was drinking White Horse, so maybe she was a vampire?
...That's a metaphor.
We were just having sex; I came inside her, collapsed on top of her, and then she jabbed something like a syringe into my neck.
The way she stabbed my throat without a flicker of hesitation—she was definitely a professional.
Damn it.
Would I have survived if I hadn't come inside?
She was the one who insisted on condomless sex, though. If that was her idea of one final courtesy before sending me off to the afterlife, it's some seriously shitty courtesy.
Goodbye, my lovely organs.
Spread far and wide, scatter everywhere, and be put to good use.
Maybe it was because I died during sex, or maybe it was the painless way I went.
Strangely, I couldn't honestly say dying had hurt.
If anything, it felt exactly like what a coital death was supposed to feel like.
I'd lived alone without parents anyway, and White Horse would surely handle the body, so I wasn't worried about what came after.
Bills would keep piling up in my mailbox with no one knowing I was dead, all sorts of places would hound me for payment, and eventually the services would just get cut off.
The world would keep turning without even checking whether I was dead or alive.
And then I was born again.
There was no intermediate step. I was drawn in—sucked into something, as if being pulled along.
Waaah.
And I became a baby.
So this is the Regression/Possession/Reincarnation I've only ever heard about?
That thought lasted barely a moment.
My body suddenly plunged downward.
I was sucked into the earth, sliding down a slope wrapped in a cloth, like riding a waterslide.
Then a light appeared ahead.
I'd heard that sometimes reincarnators regain consciousness inside their mother's womb and cause trouble for the mother, but I had to slide at least several kilometers through the ground after already being born.
Still, thankfully, I reached the end.
Squish.
Something soft caught me.
I struggled to open eyes that couldn't seem to focus properly.
"Ahh...!"
At the end of the long tunnel, a blonde woman caught me and her face lit up with a brilliant smile.
"Little one...!"
Big tits! A MILF! Blonde!
This woman is my mom?
If she was, I was fully prepared to suckle with maximum effort.
If anyone asked whether I had no shame—a grown man turned infant, rejoicing at the thought of nursing from those breasts—then all I could say was that anyone faced with a bosom as bountiful as the Earth Mother Goddess's would want to suckle, no, bury their face in it.
Waaah!
I cried deliberately.
Simple logic, but if I cried pitifully enough, maybe she'd offer her breast?
"There, there. You must be sad too, separated from your mother. But please understand..."
Huh?
"This old woman will protect you. I'll send you where that son of a bitch's hands can't reach you. This island of Crete will be the cradle that keeps you safe."
Huh?
Old woman?
Even at a harsh estimate, this woman looked mid-thirties at most—a grandmother?
Fine, she's a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, and the single dress she's wearing is fairly risqué, but this woman is my grandmother?
Waaah!
Didn't matter.
'Give me milk!'
What did it matter if she didn't look like a grandmother?
As long as I could bury my face in that chest, as long as I could avert my eyes from an uncomfortable truth, I didn't care at all.
"Ahh, child. Your existence must never be discovered. If he learns you are alive, that madman will devour you."
Waaah?
"Never forget the agony of the five who died before you. You must grow to manhood, and you must kill that bastard."
Huh? I've definitely heard this story somewhere before.
"Please... survive. Yes. Your name. I must tell you your name. Though it falls to me to name you in Rhea's stead... please understand. You are."
Zeus.
Fuck.
I'm screwed.
* * *
Zeus.
The chief god of Greek Mythology.
The god of lightning spoken of across countless tales.
That's me.
'Of all the Regression/Possession/Reincarnation, why did it have to be reincarnation?!'
Whack. Smack.
I battered the straw dummy with the wooden sword clutched in my hands.
I swung the wooden sword packed full of my fury, as if trying to burst the straw apart.
Smack, smack!
Zeus.
People tend to think of him as a notorious philanderer who chased any woman, but that's only after he'd succeeded as chief god.
I'd heard that on his way to becoming the pillar of the Twelve Olympians, he went through hellish hardship.
And I have to do that.
Hahahaha.
"Goddammit!"
I stabbed the straw dummy—Cronus's heart—with the wooden sword.
The sword, brimming with my irritation, snapped with a crack, and I hurled it to the ground before slumping onto a nearby boulder.
'If they were going to let me be born again anyway, they should've made it possession!'
What if I'd possessed Zeus after he'd already conquered the world, when he was already the master of Olympus, Hera's jealousy be damned!
Even with a turbulent adjustment to the body, the fact that I have to personally overcome every crisis is a massive trial.
I want to coast through without any trials.
I'm starting to understand a little why the mythological Zeus was so obsessed with chasing women.
He spends his childhood in misery, crushed by the mission to kill Cronus and the pressure that he could die at any moment.
As a young man, he rescues his siblings from Cronus, defeats the giants, and seizes supremacy of Olympus.
The problem is, who honestly remembers the details of that story?
'All I remember is fragmentary bits!'
Childhood.
All my knowledge of Greek Mythology came from a comic book I read at the local library.
Watching two siblings bicker and an old bearded guy occasionally tell stories—that was it.
And now the one who has to stand as a light in this darkness-filled world and promise to protect it is me, Zeus!
"Damn."
Should I just not kill him and quit?
Should I live my life in hiding and just leave the Greek lands altogether?
Right. Instead of Greek Mythology, I'll go east and start a thunderbolt myth.
I'll become Dangun.
I'll become the Thunder Emperor leading the Wind God, Rain Master, and Cloud Master, and found a kingdom.
Whether Greece suffers under Cronus's tyranny or not.
'No one even knows I'm alive—who's going to say anything?'
Would Cronus really chase me all the way to the Far East to kill me?
They're gods of the Greek region, so they'll probably just stay in Greece.
"...No. I just have to succeed."
I steadied myself.
'If I succeed, every beautiful woman in this land of Greece will be mine.'
High risk, high return.
For me, who died having sex, maybe this was both a punishment and a salvation granted by god.
I just have to kill Cronus.
After that, I'll overcome the crises together with Zeus's siblings—with beings like Poseidon and Hades.
Ah, ah-
Beneath the olive tree
We swore an oath to become gods
Enough of that.
First, if I can just overcome the trial called Cronus, I can handle anything that comes after.
For that glorious day, when I sit shirtless and proud upon the throne atop Olympus, gripping a spear.
I will absolutely kill Cronus.
"Jupiter! Where are you?"
"Ah, siiis!"
I sprinted toward the distant voice—toward Amalthea, the gray-haired nymph.
"Really, how many times do I have to tell you, call me sis"
"Whyyy?"
"Well, it's... never mind. Let's just have lunch together."
Amalthea.
She was the helper Gaia sent to me so I could kill Cronus.
"Mmmph, haah."
"Jupiter?"
"Sleepy..."
I buried my face in Amalthea's embrace.
My height was still such that my face only reached her belly.
Waaah.
If Amalthea hadn't held me, if my teacher had been some sweaty guy named Chiron instead, I'd have seriously considered running away.
...Throb.
'Hold it in, Zeus inside me.'
By reincarnating as Zeus, I received one definite benefit.
The body of a god.
Zeus was Zeus.
Muscular strength, stamina, vitality.
All of it carried divine majesty.
Compared with the kimchi-blooded young man of my past life, this olive-oil-blooded Titan was Titan-like in other places too.
'Zeus's cock was also Zeus.'
That's right.
My penis, my dick, was Zeus itself.
"Fuck, it's goddamn huge."
Bigger, more imposing, and thicker than my past life's, giving me a pointless sense of inferiority.
But.
'It's my cock now.'
Because I am Zeus.
* * *
The nymph, Amalthea, had received a solemn command from the sacred Earth Mother Goddess, Gaia.
Raise this child without anyone discovering him.
When she first received this task, Amalthea couldn't understand why such a trial had been given to her.
No matter how she looked at it, the child was a child of "those gods."
Amalthea was not a foolish nymph.
Gaia had entrusted the future to her.
And that future was a child who was bright, clever, and devoted himself diligently to training to kill a god.
-A name? Mmm... let's go with Jupiter. That way I'll stay hidden. Hehe.
He was so intelligent that at times it felt like a fully grown adult had been transformed into a young child.
What kind of child would realize he had to hide his existence and volunteer to use an alias for his own name?
So Amalthea raised the child with genuine care.
Though she wasn't his real mother, she followed the Earth Mother Goddess's solemn command and looked after the child, Jupiter, like family.
Calling him a son felt awkward, since Jupiter called Amalthea "sis."
The child knew too.
He knew the woman raising him was not his mother.
Amalthea found that unbearably sad.
For all that he had divine blood, it broke her heart to see a young child who deserved love and affection, denied even a mother's love, sharpening his blade for the sake of his mission.
Siiis.
So Amalthea accepted his displays of affection.
When he was young, she'd even nursed him directly, and Jupiter was utterly enamored with her breasts.
Amalthea didn't dislike it, either.
However.
"...This is a problem."
Amalthea showed misgivings at Jupiter's body, which grew by the day.
He would surely set out on his journey to kill Cronus once he became an adult soon.
But one part of him was already an adult.
A truly magnificent adult.
Splash, splash.
As Jupiter entered the cold spring naked to wash off his sweat, below him rested an object thicker and sturdier than Amalthea's own horn.
"...Gulp."
The nymph's lower belly throbbed, little by little.
"Ah, the divinity...!"
Before the majesty of a god, a mere nymph could only swallow hard.
Even if he was the child she herself had nursed and raised, he was a god.