Divine Realm.
Several principal gods of Olympus stood in a room, staring at the mummy lying on the bed—or rather, the king of the gods who looked like a mummy.
Just as Fu Hua had sensed before, Zeus was indeed dead. But as the Father of Gods, there was no way he would not have some contingency plan.
After all, though he looked like a perverted maniac, he was extremely afraid of death. Otherwise, in Greek and Olympian mythology, he would not have feared being overthrown by his own sons and having his throne taken away.
And then swallowed several of his own sons alive.
If Athena had not been fortunate enough to burst straight out of his head, she too would have died in Zeus's stomach before she was even born.
So when it came to life-saving contingencies, this aged and utterly decrepit King of Gods was far from lacking.
As for Ragnarok's rules—that those who died in the war between gods and humans would have their souls scattered and vanish into nothingness—they only applied to other gods, or rather, mainly to humans.
Ragnarok had been created by the gods themselves. How could they not have prepared some other contingencies?
The gods of this world were not so upright and honorable.
Still, although he had not died, Zeus would not be waking up anytime soon. Even if he did awaken, it would take a long time for him to recover his original condition.
Even as the king of the gods, he had suffered too much damage in his battle against Fu Hua. Especially from the final Taixu Sword Deity, which had nearly slain his spiritual body.
"Father should be all right now, right?"
Ares looked at Zeus with concern. The god of war did have quite a bit of