Greek Mythology: I Open a Treasure Chest at Olympus - Chapter 20

Apollo walked a little farther after taking the advanced treasure chest he found.

After coming to the periphery of the Sea Emperor God Palace and making sure there was no one around, he opened the treasure chest.

After a burst of light, a voice flashed in his mind, “Ding, you have opened an advanced treasure chest and got Divine Art Aurora Domain (2-star), Divine Artifact Seven-Stringed Lyre (2-star), and Divine Source Crystal*130.”

Apollo smacked his lips. “A 2-star divine art plus a 2-star divine weapon, that’s not bad luck.”

It didn’t take long for the divine art ‘Aurora Domain’ to come to his mind.

This was a divine art that could form a space within the perimeter of the body that was uniquely his to dominate.

As long as he was in the field, he was invincible.

Apollo was satisfied with this divine art.

At the same time, he looked down at the lyre in his hand. It was a beautiful golden lyre with smooth lines and seven slender and long strings.

Feeling it in his hand, Apollo could not help but try its tune.

Apollo, the god of light in Greek mythology, was the most elegant and artistic of the male gods. At the same time, he was the god of light, prophecy, and medicine and also the god of music and art.

After crossing over, Apollo also inherited such artistic cells, and even the primary treasure chest was proficient in music and art.

But he never tried.

At this moment, holding the divine lyre in his hand, which had reached a two-star system rating, he could not help but be impatient.

Sitting in the deserted side hall, he placed the seven-stringed lyre on his lap, looked at the dark moon at the bottom of the sea listened to the sound of the crashing water.

He flicked his fingers lightly.

Zingh!

The clear and crisp sound of the lyre rang out at once, echoing through the water waves.

Apollo did not want people to hear his lyre and used soundproof magic.

In the gloom, he recalled the days of his previous life and the bits and pieces that happened in this world for over 20 years.

The lyre sounds he played were tactful, like flowing water splashing on the sea’s surface.

There was only vague light on the dark seabed, and the Sea King’s Palace not far away was brightly lit.

Apollo’s heart suddenly became highly peaceful, and the melodic sound of the lyre reverberated around him.

“Huh, why is there no sound at all?”

Athena quietly walked away with goddess Nike in the noisy banquet and suddenly became keenly aware of it.

There should have been the sound of water flowing everywhere on the seabed, but there was no sound.

“Could it be that some gods have evil intentions and are lurking there?” As the goddess of war, Athena’s sense of crisis was heavy.

She winked at her subordinate goddess, and Nike, the goddess of victory with beautiful wings, immediately understood.

Athena carefully restrained her aura, followed by Nike, blessing the two with the priesthood of victory.

It made Athena’s ability to shield her aura even more powerful.

The two soon came to the place where the sound was isolated.

Athena’s eyes flashed, and she used the power of the priesthood of wisdom.

The priesthood of wisdom has two main functions, “One is to get information from the outside world, and the other is to process the information got.”

That was to inquire and think.

What Athena was using at this moment was the ability to detect.

She was one of the most powerful main gods of Olympus; how could the soundproof magic laid by Apollo casually resist her all-out detection?

In an instant, Athena broke through the soundproof layer, heard the sound inside, and saw the blond boy quietly playing the lyre.

She was stunned in the palace.

On the dark bottom of the sea, the water flow kept surging, the huge water pressure enveloped every living being walking, and the endless cold filled the place where the sun could not be seen.

However, the long sound of the lyre penetrated the water, walking in the endless darkness and coldness.

The slender ten fingers plucked the silk strings, and the smooth tones echoed.

Athena suddenly remembered the dark time she lived in her father’s body.

It was also cold and dark like this. While constantly looking for light. She broke all shackles and came to this world.

“Athena!”

Nike’s worried voice woke Athena up.

The goddess of wisdom stood in place with some disappointment, but her gaze pierced through the darkness and gazed at the blond boy stroking the seven-stringed lyre inside.

His fingertips suddenly lifted his drooping hair, which was also as bright as gold.

If my brother were still alive, he would have had blonde hair like this. Athena murmured in her mind.

Like Apollo and Artemis, she was actually twin siblings.

The younger brother Boros was predicted to be the fourth generation of god-kings before he was born, so their father, Zeus, did not hesitate to swallow the mother, Metis, who was still pregnant with the child.

She was born with her brother in her father’s head, but the conditions only allowed one to live.

The brother knew that if he came out alive, he would die, so he left the chance of life to his sister.

This led to the birth of the Goddess of Wisdom from the head of the king of gods.

“That memory is very far away, and I shouldn’t recall it…” Athena admonished herself.

Unless the gears of fate turned one day, a new king was born.

Otherwise, she should forget this memory and be at ease as the best daughter of the king of the gods and the most splendid goddess of Olympus.

This was what her mother and younger brother exchanged their lives for.

She could only bury her hatred deep in her heart.

But looking at the elegant and handsome teenager in front of her, she still couldn’t help but remember this memory.

Suddenly, the plucking of the lyre stopped.

Apollo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two beautiful figures outside.

Putting away the lyre on his lap, he got up and said, “Goddess Athena, do you like the sound of my lyre?”

“Just play the lyre; what are you doing hiding in a dark place?”

The goddess of victory, Nike replied with disdain; she didn’t hear the sound of the piano at all.

However, Athena was smiling.

Walking to Apollo, he took a close look at Apollo’s lyre and said with admiration, “What a delicate lyre. It really suits you, brother.”

Apollo felt something strange in her gaze but couldn’t tell.

Suddenly, Athena came up and gently stroked his head.

As Apollo stared, she whispered in his ear.

“One day, I will make you willingly call me sister.”