Greek Myth: Zeus Wants Me to Be His/Her (XXXX)?????

Oceanus didn't think there was anything strange about appearing in this form.

Though she was technically a genderless deity, an ancient primordial force without a fixed shape, under Gaia's influence, taking on a feminine appearance was the norm. There was no need to go out of her way to look like a stereotypical male god just to be "different."

"You're the great Oceanus, father of the ocean gods, aren't you? Why are you…"

Eros trailed off.

The image he had in mind of the "Father of the Ocean" was bold and heroic, definitely not this soft and elegant. Had the entire Greek pantheon been feminized? This was too much.

"Oh? So that's what you're hung up on?"

Oceanus gave a light laugh, a smile that carried gentle, maternal warmth.

"I am Oceanus, but I am also Tethys. I am both the Father and the Mother of the Ocean, a primordial god without gender or form."

"So really, this appearance is just for convenience."

Ah, so that's how it was.

Eros nodded in understanding. It was the same as Chaos and Tartarus, primordial forces that didn't follow the rules of gender like the later deities did.

But a thought struck him. He immediately asked,

"So… do all gods work like this? Are none of them born with a fixed gender?"

Wait a second… could it be that Zeus and Apollo, they weren't just pretending to be women?

Eros' face turned grave. He realized he might've overlooked something very, very important.

Oceanus blinked, puzzled by his reaction, but still answered calmly,

"No, no. Only primordial gods like myself are like this. Any deities born after Gaia naturally have a fixed gender from birth."

The tiny ember of hope that had just ignited in Eros' heart was cruelly snuffed out.

Of course. That kind of fantasy was way too delusional.

Seeing Eros suddenly slump in disappointment, Oceanus tilted her head.

"Does it really matter? They can change their appearance however they want."

"It matters. Of course it matters!"

Original-born goddesses and post-transformation "females" were not the same, okay?

What Eros wanted was a girl who was a girl in every sense, body and soul. Not some cross-dressing shell pretending to be cute.

That kind of fake-out gave him the same ick factor as those niche "skinwalker" horror tags. Just no.

Oceanus remained thoroughly confused, but let the topic drop.

"Let's not get sidetracked. What I truly wanted to ask you, Eros, is, what do you really want?"

Her sea-blue eyes swept over him, as if trying to see through every layer of his being.

He was just a human, and even if he had a few special powers, in the eyes of gods, he was still small and fragile.

And yet, his actions carried great weight.

Ordinary gods couldn't sense it, but Oceanus, being primordial, could.

Because she had once glimpsed fragments of Zeus' future, she hadn't hesitated to take him in, even marrying off her most beloved and talented daughter to him.

What followed was not what she expected, but she wasn't surprised.

Fate was a chaotic thing. Even the Moirai, the Fates themselves, or the goddess Nyx couldn't grasp its full shape.

They could only guess, guided by vague feelings and intuition.

But one thing was certain: the things Eros had set into motion weren't supposed to happen yet.

Humans gaining intelligence, wielding fire, even Zeus beginning to interact with mortals—none of it was meant for this era.

So Oceanus was curious. She didn't know what ripple effects Eros would cause next.

Even when she tried to peer into fate, Zeus' will surged up from downstream in time and swallowed her vision.

That meant Eros wouldn't derail destiny as a whole, but Oceanus still chose to "invest on both sides."

Just like she once supported Zeus, she preferred to maintain a base-level good relationship with everyone, on every side. That was her way.

As Eros looked up at the towering Oceanus, he felt like a student being asked by a teacher, "What do you want to do with your life?"

And honestly, she wasn't wrong. He did need to figure out what he was doing from here.

At first, he was just lazing around on an island, his biggest dream being to shack up with a pretty girl and live a slow life.

Then Zeus and Hera showed up, dragging him into open seas, goddess-hunting and survival missions alike.

He hadn't found a goddess yet, but it felt like he was close.

As for survival? If he could deal with Hera, and avoid getting pinned down and "disciplined" by Zeus, he'd basically be in the clear.

So what did he need to do to make that happen?

"Power."

Eros clenched his fists. Both his magnetic field and cosmos flared to life.

Only with true strength could he protect what was behind him.

More than love, more than romance, what mattered most was how he would survive Hera's wrath and stand tall before Zeus.

He couldn't keep wasting time flirting with goddesses. It was time to pull himself together and walk the path of true power.

So how would he grow stronger?

One way was to keep leaning on the system and grind out achievements. But that was like playing a gacha game, you never knew what you'd get, or how useful it'd be.

The other method was more certain.

Keep refining his cosmos and magnetic abilities, or rather, find a more efficient way to wield the power of the Primordial God of Love.

Training was just the surface. What truly powered those forces were his deepest desires and emotions.

In other words, Eros needed a driving force. A powerful, honest, overwhelming force from within.

Was it love? Hope? A yearning for miracles?

A desire to conquer the world, reshape it, toy with it, dominate it?

Or to defeat every threat and enemy, god or mortal, until he stood above all?

Or maybe it was just a primal instinct, to eliminate everything that could hurt him and secure absolute peace of mind?

His aura fluctuated wildly, up and down like a stock chart during a market crash.

Oceanus leaned in, fascinated. She seemed to be trying to decipher what exactly this unstable energy inside him was.

But even with her ancient insight, she had no clue. All she could tell was that the energy bore a faint resemblance to primordial gods.

A blessing from one of her kind, perhaps? But she didn't recognize the source.

After a while, she gave up and turned away.

Meanwhile, Eros closed his eyes, diving deep into thought.

Bit by bit, he began to understand the true core of his power, the blazing, undeniable force within him.

It was exactly what his name symbolized. Eros.

Passionate. Desiring. Unrelenting love.

Whether it was the emotional kind or the physical kind, both could be transformed into power that pushed him to grow stronger.

So yes, I love women, and I love it. I'm proud of it.

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