The End of Olympus

Zeus froze for a moment, his aged face twisting into a vicious sneer once more. "You don't even want to know what it is?"

"No."

"I really do hate you more than anyone!" Summoning the last of his strength, Zeus let loose a furious curse, then charged at his grandfather without looking back.

For some reason, watching his own shameless father make his final charge on the divine magic mirror's live broadcast left Athena staring, transfixed.

That unruly white hair, that scarred, sinewy body, that stance from which there was no retreat... Only now did this irreverent Zeus look like a true God King!

Athena suddenly gave a bitter smile. Zeus, where had you been all this time?

If only you'd been a little more reliable before, you wouldn't have ended up abandoned by everyone.

She wasn't the only one who felt that way. All of Zeus's children, and his only two surviving sisters, felt the same.

Zeus had finally become a God King. What a shame it was that he'd done so too late.

Faced with his grandparents' devastating attacks, Zeus didn't dodge. He knew full well that evasion was meaningless. There was no point trying to dodge such wide-area divine magic.

Rather than struggle in vain, he would stake everything on inflicting the greatest possible wounds on them, then take them with him through the gates of destruction.

Countless stone spikes pierced his skin like blades, then ran him through completely.

Uranus's blades of wind sliced through his flesh, but Zeus kept advancing step by step. Though he was the smallest of the three, he was like a giant trudging through a storm, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Zeus hurled the final bolt of lightning of his divine life!

A colossal Thunder Spear, more than