The Legendary Emperor King

Hera sat in her chambers in the divine palace on Mount Olympus, meditating in a cultivation position. She used the breath technique taught by Athena to the Amazons. "Qi carries the Life Force, and the Life Force is where Immortality resides!" she recited, focusing her mind. A blue mist began to appear around her, making her snowy hair float.

As she meditated, she absorbed Qi through her breath, transforming it into inner Qi and moving it through her Qi channels. "I'm a Legendary Master, now!" she thought with a smile, having achieved a breakthrough to the cultivation level of Legendary Supreme Grand Master.

She opened her eyes. – It's a shame that I have to try harder if I want to reach Arthur's cultivation level. He meditates in motion, who does that...?! – she mused with admiration, clenching her fists pushed away the surrounding air.

Hera focused so much on Arthur that she forgot she was also a genius. No one had entered the level of Legendary Master in her age, twenty-one. That was remarkable! 

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In the royal palace of the amazons, Alexia, sweating with a sword in her hand and her golden hair curled, tried to train in the art of the amazons in her quarters. – This art is difficult! Ahhhhhh!! It makes me want to cry... But I have to make it! Otherwise he will never notice me! – she declared, holding her sword firmly.

In the hallway, Princess Odyssey, Alexia's mother, leaned her ear to the door, listening to Alexia's heavy breathing. "This girl, why did she decide to train?! Why only now?!" she wondered, trying to solve the mystery in her mind while listening to her daughter.

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Two days later, the Olympus family gathered in the banquet hall of the divine palace on Mount Olympus. The gods, sons of the king of the gods, were present.

A man entered the room with muscles that put Hercules in the slipper and above-average height, with white hair spread over his face. His white hair spread over his face, and his firm and intimidating gaze was embellished by blue eyes devoid of pupils. He walked towards the main chair of the table, it was Zeus. – My family! – he exclaimed with a smile in his face.

The princesses and princes stood up as the king sat down. It was all those who inhabited Olympus, the Greek pantheon and their children.

Zeus sat at the table with a haughty smile. – Very good! I know you all came from far and wide just to be here, so I want this to be a memorable day! I had the best dancers from all the countries, especially those from Demeanor, of course... — he said, looking at Aphrodite and trying to bring a smile to her face.

– The best meals, the best musicians, and more! All this to announce my wedding... – he revealed, placing his hand over Hera's.

Her name was Hera II Olympus, Zeus thought she would be the ideal replacement for the previous queen of the gods, but unfortunately for him, he didn't count with Arthur's existence.

Sitting down with her head bowed, Hera raised her head and looked at all of them with a false smile, but the contempt of the gods was evident. "This will really happen..." She reflected, trying to resign herself to the idea of marrying her father.

Princess Aphrodite, with an appearance that clashed with that of Hera II, held a glass of wine in her hand, with veins on her face. – I want to know why you chose her over us!! I, for example, am the most desired goddess in the world! Gods and mortals would give anything just to have my gaze, but is she the one you choose as queen of the gods?! – she inquired, sobbing, a clear sign of her drunken state.

Looking at Aphrodite, Hera thought. "Aphrodite, a woman with many faces and shapes. Everyone knows the stories. This woman is well known, and even too much, in a very intimate way... I never understood what her problem with me was. She is the most desired woman in the world. All Olympians and even those who are not from Olympus want a piece of her. The queen of Entertainment, queen of the night, of sex, dreams, fantasy, of love and pleasure, lady of the province of Demeanor, queen of the entertainment and vanity industry!" she declared, looking at Aphrodite.

"But the funniest thing is that she cares about me just because I won the most beautiful goddess competition? First time, three hundred years ago, Paris picked her as the best and she won. Now, just because the person they chose to decide thought I was better, I suffer..." Thoughtfully, Hera held back her tears.

Princess Aglaia looked at her snow hair up and down, sighing. – What's so special about her? She is just an adoptee, the daughter of slaves! Why didn't you choose one of the goddesses to marry...? – she grunted crossing her arms, the contempt in his eyes was evident.

The princesses and princes chuckling. – Facts! Facts, she is better off dead... – they murmured, talking to each other.

Princess Hera, with her head down, thought. "I can only remember queens Andromeda and Cassandra. People who didn't even know me, treated me like a daughter, a preciousness in their eyes, but my family..." 

The Olympus family was a hostile field, where only two things prevailed: sexual desire and the law of the strongest. Nothing more, nothing less. The one who ruled was the strongest: Zeus, or at least that's what Hera thought at that time, and sexual desire. Are you beautiful and attractive? If so, then you have Olympus in your pocket, but if not, you better be strong. But the two laws didn't work with Hera. She doesn't have Olympian blood. In their eyes, she wasn't a "goddess"...

Smiling, Zeus's blue eyes fell on Hera's white face. – Hera is the fairest of all the gods! There is no god and no goddess more resplendent than her! And she's the most loved by the lower beings! not even the goddess of beauty herself in all her gracefulness and beauty comes close to her! – he said proudly, his laughter visible. He wanted a cold war between the goddesses.

He was just making Hera a target, and the goddess of beauty was the main enemy, Aphrodite. "What did he say?! She puts me to shame?!" Aphrodite tried to process Zeus' words in her mind while gnashing her teeth with a red face.

– Don't say you don't know what I saw! I saw my desires in her... – he exclaimed, looking at Hera, with an evil smile on his face.

Those words were like a reminder of who she truly was, what her role was. Hera couldn't resist, she started to tremble, her breathing became heavier. "It's true, I am the fruit of this man's desire! My divinely well-defined white face, my sweet and resplendent blue eyes, my voluminous and soft white hair, those pointed ears, my voice, the voluptuous and very developed body itself..." she thought, controling her tears, drank a sip of the nectar of the gods from a wineglass.

"I now remember how I felt when I entered puberty, what it was like to have a different body from my classmates, queen Andromeda and Cassandra who took care of me! It was hell the way they looked at me! The way I had to hide my body because it was too bulky, inappropriate and too attractive for my age... All this is because a man decided to create the perfect woman... I despise myself, this body..." reflecting on her life, she looked at the glass of wine.

Full of veins on her face, she looked at Zeus. – WHAT?! The fairest, eh?! – She exclaimed and grunting stood up and headed for the exit. "I'm going to make that girl's life hell now! She was just one of my servants that I liked to step on, but to be better than me?! No one is better than me!" she said to herself as she walked.

Zeus, sitting, while Aphrodite retreated on his back. – Aphrodite, come and sit down! – he ordered with a smile on his face. [Do not embarrass me in the midst of your brothers, otherwise I will show you the torture room!] telepathically warned the goddess of pleasure.

Aphrodite heard his words, imagining the scene. She placed her hand on his face to cover her eyes that were in the shape of hearts and tried to control her breathing, then cleared her throat and returned to her place. "It would be interesting to go there..." She thought. – Of course, where I was with my head! God king, forgive me... – giggling, she sat in her seat.

Princess Calliope looking at Zeus, crossed her arms and frowned. – Hmph! I can't believe what I'm hearing! I'm sure what we all want, and its the head of this lesser being decapitated! – she exclaimed, with her arms crossed and without guilt, she uttered words of hatred against her sister.