Reincarnated As Poseidon

High above the waves, where the sky kissed the edges of the stars, Olympus trembled.

The air smelled like scorched clouds. Thunder coiled lazily across the mountain peaks, no longer proud, but… uncertain.

Inside the Throne Hall of the gods, silence lingered like a cold draft.

Zeus stood at the center, back to the gathered deities. His storm-cloak shimmered faintly, but his posture betrayed tension. Eyes narrowed. Lightning flickering across his fingertips—restless.

Behind him sat Athena, Hades, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes… all present.

All waiting.

And then—

The sea itself spoke.

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A Ripple Felt in Heaven

The torches along the marble pillars of Olympus flickered.

One by one.

And from the great scrying pool in the middle of the hall, a faint pulse echoed—blue and gold threads swirling across the surface like nervous veins.

Athena was the first to break the silence.

> "It's done," she said.

"The Leviathan… is gone."

Hades crossed his arms, his voice lower.

> "I felt the release. The seals below Thalorenn shattered. Not by accident. He ended the curse."

Zeus didn't turn. His gaze remained locked on the pool.

> "So… the boy has finally claimed the name."

Hermes scoffed gently, trying to keep it light.

> "Took him long enough, yeah?"

No one laughed.

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Old Wounds

Apollo's fingers drummed on the edge of his seat.

> "Poseidon was supposed to remain gone. That was the deal."

> "He was never gone," Athena replied. "We buried him. Or thought we did."

Artemis leaned forward, watching Zeus.

> "You feel threatened."

Zeus's hands twitched.

> "I feel… corrected."

He turned slowly, facing the others. His eyes, lightning-forged, burned with something fierce and unreadable.

> "This boy. This mortal soul. He should not have awakened the Trident. He should not have survived Graxion."

> "But he did," Hades said bluntly. "And he did it alone."

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Storms in the Council

A crack of thunder echoed as Zeus struck the floor with his staff.

> "This is not some child's tale! The oceans obey him. He challenged a creature we sealed and won. And you all want to sit here and speak of fate and 'earning'?"

> "What would you do?" Athena asked sharply. "Strike him down? Reimprison him after he's saved what you couldn't?"

Zeus's silence said more than any thunder could.

Apollo frowned.

> "You fear him."

Zeus's stare was heavy.

> "No. I respect what he has become. But I fear what he may do next."

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Memories of the Past

A soft breeze rolled through the chamber. For a moment, the gods were silent again.

Athena stood slowly.

> "We chose to abandon the ocean when it became too wild. When Poseidon rebelled the first time, we buried the memory and blamed the storms on chaos."

She looked at the pool. The image of Dominic—now Poseidon—stood in the waves, the Trident upright, his gaze unreadable.

"But the sea does not forget. It just waits."

Zeus's Warning

Zeus's voice dropped lower, steady as a coming storm.

> "There will be consequences. Power never returns without cost."

He stepped down from his throne.

"He may be Poseidon now… but he is still mortal-born."

"Which means?" Artemis pressed.

Zeus looked toward the eastern sky.

"Which means… he will feel everything. Rage. Fear. Love. Loss. Things a true god grows numb to."

He turned.

"And when those emotions clash with his power… there will be war."

Hades and the Underworld

From the shadows, Hades stepped forward.

"You're already preparing to intervene, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you?" Zeus replied.

Hades gave a rare smile.

"I would. But not by force."

Athena's brow furrowed.

"Then how?"

Hades glanced once more at the pool.

"Send someone who understands the deep. Someone who knows what it's like to wear the weight of death and still smile through it."

Apollo asked, "And who would that be?"

"His mother," Hades answered.

The entire hall went silent.

Mortal Realm

Back in the mortal realm, far beneath Olympus, the Trident pulsed once more.

Poseidon—Dominic no more—stood at the ocean floor alone now, his allies resting far behind. His eyes were closed. His hand trembled around the Trident's shaft.

Visions flickered behind his eyes.

Mountains of gold. Cities drowned. Gods staring down from clouds.

A hand on his shoulder.

A woman's voice. Soft. Familiar.

"You're more than just the sea, my son."

He gasped awake.

Eyes wide.

The Trident had shown him something… or someone.

"Mother?"

And from the dark waters behind him… something stirred.

The sea was never truly quiet.

It whispered even in its stillness.

And now… it whispered her name.

Dominic—no, Poseidon—stood at the edge of a silent trench. His skin glowed faintly with the lingering energy of the Leviathan battle, but his body felt heavier than ever. Sample from My Virtual Library Empire—read more on M&VLEMPY&R.

The Trident was planted into the ground, humming like it remembered something he didn't.

He had heard her voice.

Felt her warmth.

"Mother…"

The water around him shifted, not with current, but with memory.

Echoes from the Past( Recap)

The seabed beneath him flickered, revealing faint glimmers of another time.

A small hospital room.

A woman—tired eyes, soft voice—cupping his face.

"You'll be okay, Dominic. You're stronger than you think."

He blinked, and it was gone.

Now only darkness remained, wrapped in ancient silence.

But the voice lingered.

A Song Begins

Soft at first. Almost imagined.

A hum, not quite mortal.

It moved through the currents like silk, curling around coral and stone, gently brushing Poseidon's ears. Not threatening—just present.

The sea itself sang to him.

> "Who's there?" he asked, spinning slowly, the Trident lifted.

No answer.

Only the song.

Then, a shadow moved.

Not fast. Not aggressive.

It drifted forward.

And from it, she appeared.

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The Woman in Blue

She wasn't mortal.

She wasn't quite spirit either.

Her body was fluid, wrapped in layers of seafoam and pearls, with hair like floating waves and eyes like midnight oceans.

She didn't walk. She drifted, her presence both calming and surreal.

> "You heard me," she said softly.

Poseidon froze.

> "You're real."

She smiled.

> "Not in the way you understand. I am what remains."

He stepped closer.

> "Are you… my mother?"

She tilted her head.

> "I am part of her. A piece left behind, drawn to the Trident. To you."

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The Soul Echo

The sea swirled gently as she reached out, one finger brushing his shoulder.

> "She loved you. Still does, in places beyond this world. That love… anchored you. Even in death. Even now."

Poseidon's throat tightened.

"I felt her when I fought. When I almost died again."

The woman nodded.

"Because you never let go. And neither did she."

A moment passed. Peaceful. Heavy.

> "What are you?" he finally asked.

She paused.

> "A messenger. A voice. And a warning."

> "Warning?"

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The Deep Stirs Again

The seabed rumbled faintly.

Not like before.

This was deeper. Older. Quieter.

The woman's expression changed.

> "You think Graxion was the worst the sea held back?"

Poseidon's eyes narrowed.

> "He wasn't?"

She drifted backward, her form beginning to dim.

> "The Leviathan was a beast. But what lies beneath him… was once a god."

The water temperature dropped.

Suddenly… Poseidon felt small again.

> "Where?"

> "Below. Beneath Thalorenn. Beneath the bones. Beneath even the Choir."

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The Hidden Vault

A new current opened behind her.

Not a natural one.

It twisted the sea like a spiral path, drawing water downward in slow, deliberate turns.

The woman gestured to it.

> "You must go. You must know what your power truly means."

Poseidon looked at the tunnel.

It pulsed blue, then purple.

Faint… like a heartbeat beneath a grave.

> "Will I find answers there?"

She began to fade, smile never leaving her face.

> "You'll find the beginning. And possibly… the end."

Her last words echoed as her image dissolved into glittering foam.

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A Choice Beneath the Waves

Varun's voice called faintly from behind.

> "Poseidon! We found something… there's movement again near the surface!"

But he didn't turn.

His gaze was locked on the spiral current.

The one leading down.

His hand tightened around the Trident.

And he moved forward.

Each step heavier.

Each breath louder.

Poseidon entered the spiral.

It swallowed him immediately, the water turning darker with each pulse.

He didn't flinch.

Didn't look back.

Because whatever was below—whatever was waiting—was calling him by name.

And for the first time since his death, Poseidon whispered back.

> "Then let me see what I was truly reborn for."

The spiral current felt endless.

Poseidon drifted downwards, Trident in hand, the sea closing in around him like a mouth slowly swallowing light. Every few seconds, the pressure changed. Warped. Bent in unnatural ways. He passed coral that shimmered like glass and rocks that whispered old names he didn't understand.

And then, suddenly—

It stopped.

The spiral current vanished.

He floated in still water now.

Weightless.

Breathless.

Before him stood a gate.

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The Gate Without Time

It wasn't made of stone.

It was shaped from current itself—twisting, turning, forming symbols that changed the moment you looked at them.

Poseidon reached out.

His hand passed through.

No resistance.

Only chill.

He stepped in.

The world on the other side was not made of sea.

It was made of memory.

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The Vault Opens

A chamber opened wide—impossibly wide.

Carved from living water and ancient coral, it pulsed with an eerie rhythm, as though the vault itself was alive.

Every inch of the space told stories.

Murals of old gods, battles that no mortal had ever seen, creatures with no names, all painted in motion across the walls in flowing tendrils of magic and light.

At the center floated a stone pedestal.

And on it…

A helmet. Cracked, but glowing faintly.

Not golden. Not divine.

Primordial.

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Whispers of the First Tide

The second Poseidon stepped toward it, the chamber responded.

A low hum echoed—like the sea itself was remembering something long forgotten.

And then—he saw it.

Visions.

Not of his life.

Not even of Poseidon's.

But of before.

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Flashback: Before the Sea Had a Name

There was a being.

No face. No name. Only water.

It moved across a broken world, silent and terrible.

It whispered into nothing—and nothing became ocean.

It carved currents with thoughts, birthed tides from grief.

It was the First Tide.

And it was not alone.

Others rose from the void, gods of air, of stone, of flame.

They didn't understand the water. They feared it.

And so, they sealed it.

In a vault.

With a name.

Poseidon.

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Poseidon's Awakening

He gasped.

The visions vanished.

He fell to one knee, the Trident glowing bright blue in his hand.

> "What was that?" he breathed.

But a voice echoed through the chamber.

> "The truth."

He looked up.

A figure stood across the vault—shrouded in shifting water, like a shadow that didn't obey the laws of light.

> "Who are you?" Poseidon asked.

The figure stepped forward.

Each step rippled the vault itself.

> "I am what came before the gods."

> "Before Olympus."

> "Before Poseidon."

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The Voice of the Deep

The figure tilted its head, faceless yet powerful.

> "You carry a name that was stolen from the sea."

> "I earned it," Poseidon said, gripping the Trident tighter.

> "You inherited a curse," the voice replied. "And now, it's waking up."

The walls around them pulsed again. Images flickered.

Floods.

Ruins.

A city buried beneath waves that were never meant to rise.

> "What are you trying to show me?" Poseidon asked.

The figure pointed to the helmet.

> "That was the last bearer. The one who failed."

Poseidon stared at it.

A part of him whispered to leave.

Another part… already knew he wouldn't.

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The Test of the Tide

The chamber dimmed.

The pedestal cracked open.

Water surged up—alive, sharp, pulling at his arms.

Testing him.

Not like the Leviathan.

Not like Lyrielle.

This was deeper.

It wasn't trying to hurt him.

It was trying to decide if he was worth keeping alive.

He gritted his teeth as the current wrapped around him.

His skin began to flake away—not bleeding, but revealing.

Beneath, his form shimmered faintly blue, like a being of tide, not flesh.

He Survives

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the test stopped.

The chamber fell still.

The Trident stopped glowing.

But something else didn't.

Poseidon.

He opened his eyes—and the figure was gone.

Only the helmet remained.

He stepped forward and picked it up.

It was heavier than it looked. Old. War-scarred.

But somehow…

Familiar.

As he placed it under his arm, a door at the far end of the vault creaked open.

Not with sound.

But with acceptance.

Far above the vault, in the ruins near Queen Naerida's court, Maelora froze.

> "He's… changed."

Varun looked up, confused.

> "What do you mean?"

She didn't answer.

Instead, she placed a hand on her heart, trembling.

"The sea just made a decision."

In Olympus, thunder rumbled.

Zeus stirred from sleep.

And in the underworld…

Hades smiled.