Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 4: Artemis the Goddess of Hunting and Hera's Conspiracy

Deep in the jungle, clear streams flowed.

Two athletic wild deer were drinking from the stream, basking in the cool spring breeze with pleasant expressions.

Suddenly, a silver-white light and shadow flashed through the bushes in the distance.

Under the gloomy light, a young girl with a small head was squatting. Her silver hair shone in the gloom, and the dense bushes could not completely conceal her graceful and vigorous figure.

She stared at the wild deer in the distance with her bright eyes.

While holding a gorgeous bow and arrow like a silver moon in her hand, she aimed sharply at the target like a leopard staring at its prey.

After drinking the water, the two wild deer were about to run into the woods.

Swish!

A silver-white sharp arrow flashed through the air in a silver moon-like arc, and a wild deer fell down.

The sudden fall of the companion caused the other wild deer to panic, and they threw their hooves and ran deep into the woods.

On the other side of the bush, a golden arrow suddenly flew out.

It blazed like the sun.

With a plop, this wild deer also fell down.

In the dark bush, a tall and handsome young man slowly walked out, with short golden hair in the hazy light, surging with brilliant colors.

With a golden bow and arrow in his hand and a quiver on his back, he looked at the side with a smile and said, “Artemis, your archery has improved.”

In the bushes, the silver-haired girl also came out with a bow and arrow.

She glanced at the fallen prey with her crystal-clear eyes. She raised her head and said seriously, “It’s still not as good as you, even though I am the goddess of hunting.”

Hearing the dissatisfaction in her words, Apollo laughed loudly: “The goddess of hunting is not the god of archery, so it’s okay to be inferior to me in archery.”

Apollo thanked the treasure chest with archery proficiency in his heart that he had opened a few years ago.

He had been on this planet for eleven years and had never been able to leave the island of Delos.

The treasure chests of the system above the advanced level would only emerge in certain locations, although the primary and intermediate treasure chests would arrive on occasion, be refreshed occasionally, and would normally appear beside the anchor.

The primary treasure chest needed to be refreshed around once a year, while the intermediate treasure chest needed to be refreshed every five years.

Apollo still hadn’t seen the advanced and god-level chests, so he didn’t know their refresh time.

In the past ten years, he had already opened seven or eight primary treasure chests and one intermediate treasure chest.

The divine origin crystal was the most attained, followed by some ordinary skills such as archery proficiency, fishing proficiency, sculpture proficiency, and so on.

The only intermediate treasure chest he opened gave him a divine art called ‘Vision of the Sun’, which had a one-star mark.

Apollo soon advanced to the realm of the upper gods with the help of dozens of divine-origin crystals.

This made Artemis, who was still at the apex of the Middle God, very sad, as she believed she had lost her brother’s majesty.

The divine-origin crystal had improved the bloodline, but it was still below the level of the Primordial God in terms of the bloodline.

Apollo felt that at least tens of thousands of divine-origin crystals, or more advanced heavenly-origin crystals of the game, were needed to transform the bloodline.

He was lost in thought when Artemis skillfully picked up the prey on the ground while saying, “I can feel the boiling of my bloodline. It won’t take long for me to reach the realm of the Main God.”

His sister’s talent was undoubtedly quite strong, and Apollo couldn’t help but squint.

Just relying on her own training, she had reached the realm of breaking through the Upper God in ten years.

He might not be faster than her if there wasn’t a divine-origin crystal to help.

According to this progression, it would take her up to a hundred years to reach the level of the Main God, and she wouldn’t stop at the middle and lower levels of the Main God but would at least reach the fifth or sixth level.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Artemis’ silver eyes gleamed with determination as she mumbled,

“As soon as we all become Main Gods, Mother will stop worrying about us, and we will get out of this island and go to the outside world.”

Apollo smiled and nodded, and his fingertips stroked her silky silver hair: “That day will not be far away.”

He turned his gaze to the vast sky. There was a wider world and more treasure chests there.

If it weren’t for their lack of strength and fear of being persecuted by Hera, how could they live on this small island?

Feeling the warmth of Apollo’s fingertips, Artemis’ cheeks flushed a bit, and her bright eyes peeked at the angular, handsome face like a delicate sculpture.

Unconsciously, my younger brother seems to be more than half a head taller than me, and his posture is so tall and upright.

No, I must not be left behind by him.

I must exercise hard, become more robust, and protect my brother and mother.

With this idea in mind, Artemis asked Apollo to continue to pack up his prey, and she continued to hunt with a bow and arrow.

She was the goddess of hunting, the embodiment of the cruelty of nature.

The potential of her bloodline could only be stimulated faster by constant hunting.

Apollo also knew this and followed her with a faint smile. At the same time, these siblings were hunting on the island of Delos.

On Mount Olympus, Hera sat on the throne belonging to the queen of the gods with a face full of hatred.

She said reluctantly, “Why, you can give birth to two such beautiful, powerful children, while one of my children is ugly and unpleasant, and the other is just a savage fool.”

The surrounding flowers closed in terror as if sensing her rage, and the fairies silently hid outside.

The queen of gods had been enraged since her return ten years ago, and no one dared to provoke her again.

After an unknown amount of time, Hera finally calmed down.

Her beautiful eyes looked deadly at the island in the sea as she gritted her teeth and said.

“I can’t let those two children grow up smoothly. One Athena is enough. I will never allow my husband’s heirs who are not mine to become two more Main Gods.”

Suddenly, she summoned her pet.

It was a huge-sized python that hung its head low and said respectfully, “Venerable Queen of the Gods, what are your orders?”

Hera looked at him and said lightly: “Pi Tong, you should know Leto’s two children. I want you to go to the island of Delos and eat them for me.” (TL: Pi Tong, Π?θων in the ancient Greek language, Python, Pytho.)

“This…” The giant python showed an embarrassed look on his face. “Venerable Queen of the Gods, those two are the children of His Majesty the King of Gods. I am afraid I will be slashed to ashes by angry lightning.”

Hera looked at it coldly: “Then you are not afraid of the consequences of offending me?”

The python shrank its head at once, and its body trembled.

Hera declared, “I will not inform His Divine Majesty of this.”

“Venerable Queen of the Gods, your will is my fate.” The python hurriedly said.