I Am Zeus-Chapter 31: Monster Of Monsters

Realm of Olympus – Midnight Silence

The wind howled across the marble halls. Olympus, towering high above the clouds, stood in silence. The stars above flickered like a thousand silent witnesses watching the divine wheel begin to turn again.

Zeus sat on the high throne. Alone.

A strange pressure curled around his temples.

Then it hit.

A sharp ringing sound that wasn’t sound at all—more like a pulse against his very soul.

Then, it appeared.

A familiar blue shimmer only he could see.

[SYSTEM ALERT]

NEW WORLD EVENT DETECTED

A Primordial Threat has awakened.

Typhon, the Abomination of Chaos, has been created.

Origin: Unknown

Power Level: [CLASSIFIED]

Warning: Entity exceeds Titan-class threat. Catastrophic danger imminent.

[NEW MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED]

QUEST: THE MONSTER OF MONSTERS

Objective:

Discover the origin of Typhon

Confront the entity

Prevent Olympus from falling

Bonus Objectives:

Learn the role of Gaia and Tartarus

Decide the fate of the Primordial Order

Failure Condition:

Olympus destroyed

Death of the Olympian Line

End of the Age of Gods

Reward:

??? (Hidden by the System)

Primordial Access Unlocked

Divine Right Strengthened

Zeus clenched his fists. Lightning sparked from his knuckles.

Typhon.

That name... he didn’t know how, but it made the hairs on his neck stand up. Like something ancient. Wrong. As if it didn’t belong in this world. Even Cronus hadn’t made the skies tremble like this.

He stood. No hesitation.

Metis.

She’d know what to do.

Olympus – Upper Garden Terrace

The breeze rustled the leaves. Moonlight danced on the glassy surface of the divine pool. Metis stood near it, robes drawn around her shoulders, hair falling down her back. She had been thinking—always thinking. Calculating. But even she paused when Zeus appeared behind her, crackling with storm energy.

She turned instantly. "What happened?"

"Call them," Zeus said.

Her brow furrowed. "Who?"

"Everyone. The gods. The council. Olympus needs to wake up."

Metis blinked. "Why?"

Zeus looked up to the moon. "Typhon has been created."

The calm in her face cracked. "That name..."

"I don’t know what it is," Zeus said. "But I need answers. And I’m starting with Gaia."

The Earth’s Core – Chamber of the Old Mother

Zeus descended like thunder through clouds, then mist, then stone, then magma. The layers of the world peeled away before him like silk being burned by raw lightning.

Finally, he stopped.

The air down here wasn’t like the sky. It wasn’t wind. It was pressure. The breath of the Earth itself.

The chamber was vast—endless roots sprawled along the ceiling, glowing with old, fading green light. In the center, lying weak against a mound of stone, was Gaia.

The Mother of All.

But she looked... hollow.

Her limbs were cracked. Her skin was like stone riddled with moss veins. Her breath came slowly, like the earth itself groaning in its sleep.

"Gaia."

The name echoed.

Her eyelids fluttered.

"You’ve come," she said, voice soft like shifting soil.

Zeus stepped forward, but didn’t kneel. "You made a monster. Typhon. Why?"

Her lips curled slightly—not in defiance, not in pride.

In pain.

"I didn’t..."

Zeus narrowed his eyes. "The energy I felt said it was you."

Gaia chuckled bitterly. "Then your senses are half blind."

Zeus paused. "...Tartarus."

Gaia nodded slowly. "He’s tired of being a prison. He sees himself as a god. As a living force, not a garbage pit for your wars. He wanted to shake Olympus. And he knew... I was weak enough to use."

She coughed, a bit of glowing sap spilling from the cracks in her arms.

"I gave him a seed once, long ago. Meant to heal the lands after the war with Ouranos. But he twisted it. Fed it hate. Fed it fire. And now..."

Her gaze locked with his.

"He has a child."

Zeus whispered the name again.

"Typhon."

Mount Olympus – The Next Morning

The storm clouds circled the peak.

Lightning flashed once.

Then twice.

Then exploded as Zeus returned, cloak billowing, eyes glowing.

Metis met him near the base of the throne steps. "What did she say?"

"It was Tartarus."

The words dropped like stones.

"He made it using Gaia’s power. She was used. Her energy... it’s fading."

Metis clenched her jaw. "Then we’re looking at something more dangerous than Cronus ever was."

Zeus nodded slowly. "He’s not just a monster."

He turned, eyes scanning the horizon.

"He’s a weapon."

The Council Chamber – Later That Day

The twelve thrones surrounding the great round table gleamed under divine light.

Poseidon was already pacing.

Hades sat, quiet.

Demeter looked troubled.

Hestia, calm as always, stared into the flickering flames in the middle.

Apollo and Artemis, still young in appearance, were seated next to each other. Neither spoke yet.

Then Zeus entered.

All turned.

"There’s a new threat," he said plainly. "Typhon."

The name hit like thunder.

Even Hades’ eyes narrowed. "That name..."

"It’s not a Titan. Not a god. Not a monster. It’s something else. Tartarus made it. Gaia confirmed it."

Hestia frowned. "Why would Tartarus move now?"

Zeus answered without blinking. "He’s tired of being a cage. Now he wants to be a king."

The gods murmured. Poseidon slammed his trident into the floor.

"Then we drown him."

Zeus shook his head. "This isn’t just about Tartarus. It’s about the balance. The roots of our world are shifting. And this thing... this Typhon—if we don’t stop it, Olympus won’t stand another day."

Demeter leaned forward. "So what’s the plan?"

Zeus looked at each of them.

Then said, "War."

Elsewhere – The Abyssal Womb of Tartarus

Darkness churned like boiling oil.

And in the middle of it all—something rose.

Massive.

Twisted.

Grotesque.

A body shaped by hatred and molten rage. Snake coils for legs. Wings stitched from shadows. Its face half-formed, half-burned into existence by divine furnace.

Typhon.

Its first breath was a roar that cracked the underrealm.

Tartarus stood before it, tall and formless. Not a man. Not a god. Just an outline in the dark.

"Rise," he said. "Your purpose is simple. Burn Olympus. Break the gods. Make them feel what I felt for eons."

Typhon said nothing.

But its red eyes opened.

And the ground above began to shake.

Back in Olympus – Zeus Alone

Night returned.

The sky above was calm, but Zeus stood alone on the edge of the peak again.

The system blinked silently beside him.

[Quest Active: MONSTER OF MONSTERS]

He stared forward, lightning dancing faintly around his arms.

This was no longer about proving himself.

Not about thrones.

Or bloodlines.

This was survival.

He whispered, "Let’s see what you’ve got, Tartarus."

And the sky rumbled in response.

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