Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!-Chapter 432 - 433: The True Sea God Arrives!

In the DC world, gods truly exist.

When Wonder Woman first stepped into the public eye, her very first opponent was none other than a god—Ares, the God of War.

Ares had fanned the flames of World War II, manipulating humanity like pawns on a board. His goal was to plunge mankind into endless conflict and chaos.

Fortunately, Diana awakened the divine potential within her and defeated Ares in battle. Thus, the war finally came to an end.

Why did Diana possess such terrifying potential?

Because she was a demigod.

Her father was none other than Zeus, King of the Olympian Gods. Thanks to this divine heritage, Diana’s power surpassed every warrior of the Amazon tribe. Her bloodline also granted her a vastly extended lifespan. From the days of World War II to the modern era, she remained eternally youthful, her beauty unchanged.

Xebel Palace

King Nereus sat deep in thought, his eyes flashing with calculation.

The doors opened, and Mera entered.

"Father, you called for me?"

King Nereus smiled warmly. "Yes, Mera, my daughter. I have a task for you—one tied to the very fate of Xebel."

At once, Mera grew serious. "Please, Father. For Xebel, no matter how difficult the task, I will carry it out."

"Good girl," Nereus praised, then revealed his true intent. "His Majesty the Sea God is preparing to subdue the Trench Clan. I want you to accompany him—serve as his aide."

"..!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Mera froze. She wasn’t stupid. She instantly understood her father’s scheme.

He intended to give her to the Sea God.

It wasn’t that she held resentment toward Fenric. In fact, she admired the sheer might he had displayed. But she despised having her fate arranged like this—just as she despised her political marriage to Orm.

"Father," she said carefully, "His Majesty Poseidon is a god. Do you truly believe he has any need for me?"

Nereus chuckled. "According to ancient records, gods often take mortal women as companions. Many demigods were born this way."

"But I am bound by a marriage contract with Atlantis," Mera reminded him.

"Orm has lost his throne. That contract is void," Nereus said curtly.

"But—"

"Enough." Nereus cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Remember your duty, Mera. You are the princess of Xebel. For our kingdom’s prosperity, every sacrifice is justified. His Majesty Poseidon’s importance cannot be overstated."

"..."

Mera’s heart sank. Though she felt bitter, she could not argue further. Her father was right—she bore the responsibility of Xebel’s future.

"...I understand, Father."

Hearing this, Nereus smiled in satisfaction. In his mind, he already envisioned Mera bearing a child with divine blood. With such a lineage, Xebel might one day surpass Atlantis itself.

Atlantis – The Palace

Fenric regarded the newly crowned Arthur with an amused smile.

"Arthur, you’ve secured the throne and honored your promise. It’s time I take my leave. I will help you conquer the Trench Clan, but if you uncover the whereabouts of the other two kingdoms, you must notify me immediately."

Arthur hesitated. "Your Majesty Poseidon... are you truly leaving?"

Fenric raised a brow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "What is it? Would you truly feel at ease if I stayed here, towering over you? No man enjoys a shadow looming above his head."

Arthur hurriedly waved his hands. "You know me well. If it were possible, I’d gladly yield the throne and let you rule Atlantis directly."

Fenric chuckled and patted Arthur’s shoulder. "A man—and a god—must keep his word. I promised not to interfere in your rule, and I intend to honor that. Be at ease, Arthur. Rule as Atlantis’ king."

Arthur’s gratitude shone in his eyes. "Your Majesty Poseidon, thank you—for saving my mother, and for everything else you’ve done."

This came from the heart. Even a man as lazy as Arthur had dreams. Becoming king gave his life purpose and value. And without Fenric, none of this would have been possible.

What Arthur could never imagine was that fate itself had originally destined him to achieve all of this—rescue his mother, claim the legendary trident, and rise as Atlantis’ rightful king.

But now, with Fenric’s intervention, he sat upon the throne earlier than planned... yet without the divine trident, and without the wife fate had once promised. For that, Arthur was still deeply grateful.

Soon after, Arthur, Atlanna, Vulko, and the others gathered to see Fenric off.

Just as they stepped outside the palace, King Nereus arrived with Mera at his side.

"Your Majesty Poseidon!" Nereus said respectfully. "I heard you were departing. I came to bid you farewell."

Fenric gave a polite nod. "I appreciate it."

Nereus hesitated, then continued. "Your Majesty, traveling alone is surely a lonely thing. My daughter, Mera, is willing to accompany you and serve by your side."

Fenric blinked in mild surprise. This man was... offering him his daughter?

His gaze shifted to Mera. Her face was cold, expressionless, as though her father had not just spoken of her like a gift.

In that instant, Fenric understood. She was reluctant, unwilling.

And truthfully, he had no interest in her either. Each time he looked at her, he was reminded of a certain notorious actress from his past life—a resemblance he found difficult to ignore. Mera was a real person of flesh and blood, of course, but the association left Fenric indifferent.

If it were Diana standing here, perhaps things would be different.

"King Nereus," Fenric said calmly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I have no need for attendants."

Nereus stiffened, his mind racing. Wasn’t it said that gods were lustful? That Zeus himself had countless mortal lovers? Why would this Sea God refuse? Was Mera not good enough?

Meanwhile, Mera’s stoic mask cracked. First came shock... then anger.

Rejected? Her father had offered her so openly, yet Fenric had turned her down?

Was she truly so unwanted?

Fenric, however, paid it no mind. He turned toward Arthur.

"In truth, I see a better match. Mera and Arthur would make a fine pair."

Arthur froze, flustered yet secretly delighted. Mera’s beauty matched his tastes perfectly. Atlanna also looked pleased at the suggestion. Only King Nereus frowned, disappointed that his ambition of binding Xebel to a god had failed.

Fenric smirked inwardly. He had no desire for Mera himself, so why not nudge fate back toward its original path?

But before he could formalize the arrangement—

A sudden roar shook the sea.

"ATLANTEANS!"

The voice echoed across the ocean, shaking the waters themselves.

The calm sea erupted into a raging storm.

"You have betrayed your faith! Now, face the wrath of the true Sea God!"

Arthur and the others turned pale.

Another Sea God?

Their eyes turned instinctively toward Fenric.

Fenric’s expression sharpened in interest. That voice... there was no mistaking it.

The true Poseidon had arrived.

So, his interference had forced the real god out of hiding.

A grin tugged at Fenric’s lips. "At last... the legendary Poseidon."

No danger stirred in his senses. This god was no real threat. All the better—Fenric was eager to test the strength of such a being.

"Where does this impostor come from?" Fenric roared, his voice shaking the waves. "How dare you call yourself the Sea God before me?"

"Bold!" thundered the unseen voice.

The ocean above Atlantis boiled violently, and a colossal tidal wave surged downward toward the city.

Arthur and the Atlanteans trembled in terror. This overwhelming power—surely it belonged to the true Poseidon.

At the critical moment, Fenric raised his golden trident. With a single wave, the monstrous tide froze in place, suspended in midair, unable to descend.

"...What?!"

A voice filled with disbelief echoed from the darkness.

Then, he appeared.

An imposing figure with long white hair and a blue robe, his body muscular and godlike. In his hand gleamed a golden trident.

At the sight of him, Atlanna and the others went pale with fear.

The true Poseidon had come.

But Poseidon ignored them, his sharp gaze fixed on Fenric.

"Mortal," he demanded, "where did you obtain that weapon?"

His voice trembled with unease. He had once forged a false golden trident for the kings of Atlantis, imbued with fragments of divine power so they might better serve his worship. But that counterfeit was far weaker than the true artifact he now held.

Yet the trident in Fenric’s hands... its power nearly rivaled his own!?