Chapter 19 - New Life in God of War

After the girls' reunion ended, Hyperion took them to the chamber and told Freya the truth about his life. Then, he showed her God of War and God of War Ragnarök.
 Saying she was shocked would be an understatement. When it got to the parts where Kratos fought Baldur, she couldn't bring herself to play, so Faye took over instead. Kratos was a bit embarrassed to control a male version of herself, beating up and killing her now-adoptive sister’s son.
 And when Kratos killed Baldur in the game, the resident goddess of war suddenly found the wall of the house extremely interesting. Coincidentally, for some reason, Freya found the back of the goddess of war’s neck just as fascinating.
 Hyperion took a picture of the scene, which earned him some sharp glares… Well, he could have done it without them noticing, but he admitted he was kind of an ass for letting them catch him—simply because he thought it was funny.
 Hyperion just shrugged and laughed. They had to put up with his quirks just as much as he had to endure theirs… Suck it up, wives… That was what Hyperion said, not the narrator.

Freya said nothing about Baldur's death and just watched. After all, her son was still alive. However, she had to admit that the image of Baldur in her mind had diminished somewhat since she had lost the memory of giving birth to him and after seeing him trying to kill her. Of course, it was only a small resentment. She still loved Baldur, and that would never change—he was the child she had taught and watched grow.

Soon, Freya completed 100% of God of War and moved on to God of War Ragnarök.
 Hyperion had a lot of fun watching the three of them in front of the TV, playing. Who would have thought they’d ever see real-life versions of Faye, Freya, and female Kratos playing God of War?

Freya let out a sigh, lost in thought for a long time.
 In the end, she just threw herself into Hyperion’s arms and rested there… But soon, Hyperion couldn't keep his hands to himself, and inappropriate things started happening.

Night turned into day, and after his third bath—since the first two didn't count—Hyperion felt refreshed and happy with life.
 Meanwhile, Freya, Faye, and Kratos exchanged looks of consternation.
 Faye looked at Kratos and asked:
 "With Freya added, shouldn't he be weaker? Why does he seem even stronger than before?" she asked, confused.
 Kratos shook her head, just as confused as Faye.
 "That’s because the opponents were too weak. Now that a new opponent has joined, even though you're all still too weak, I had to show a little more strength!" Hyperion said, lifting his nose in an arrogant posture.

The three girls frowned and shouted as they ran and jumped on Hyperion.
 "AAAHHH!"
 "AHHH HELP! THEY WANT TO DEVOUR ME!!!!" Hyperion screamed with a fake terrified face.

Soon, some things that cannot be described happened.

Thus, the drunken elves, who had just celebrated their new king, still slept. But for Hyperion, it had been about four years in the time chamber.
 And for him, it was incredibly fun to live with his three beautiful wives… especially at night…
 Freya also trained and could now enter Asgard and destroy it alone without much effort.

At that moment, the three were relaxing in bed, watching Avengers: Endgame.
 "Hmph, and they said he wouldn't lay down on the barbed wire," Kratos grumbled, watching Tony Stark snap his fingers. In truth, she found him worthy. He had created his weapons without considering the consequences, but after seeing the harm he caused, he had transformed into a hero.
 "We must be better!" The phrase echoed in Kratos' mind.

Seeing that she was thinking too much, Hyperion pulled her closer into his embrace to snap her out of it.
 "Well, it's been four years. How about we go out and create a super elven empire? We also need to continue our adventures. And I used time manipulation to check—there are only 31 years left in the outside world before Angrboda is born. So, I’ll remove the seal preventing me from getting you pregnant and use its release as energy to impregnate you all immediately," Hyperion stated his plans.

Normally, it takes a long time and is very difficult for a god to impregnate another god. But with his immense power, Hyperion could have as many children as he wanted.
 With Faye, it would be easier, since giants weren’t technically gods—their lives were finite. There had even been a giant king who survived after Odin nearly wiped out their race. That giant ruled with kindness and died of old age. Meanwhile, Odin had been born long before and was still alive and well thousands of years later.
 But that no longer applied to Faye—after so many years with Hyperion, she had already become a deity.

Hyperion noticed that Kratos grew nervous when the subject of children came up, but there was also a hint of anticipation in her eyes. He held her hand and gave her an encouraging look. Hyperion himself was nervous about the prospect of having a child, but they would face it together. That was the look he gave Kratos, and she understood, smiling in response.
 Hyperion loved her smile—the one she showed only to him.

"Well, put on your clothes, let's go… Wait, let me make some imperial outfits. We're an emperor and empresses now, we have to dress our best," Hyperion said with a goofy grin, imagining his gorgeous wives dressed as empresses… Not that he hadn’t already dressed them in various outfits and cosplays before, but he had never made them wear imperial robes.

He then used materialization and created some beautiful sets of imperial attire.
 "Now that we're dressed, we can go!" Hyperion declared after spending 10 minutes admiring them and asking them to pose. Fortunately, 10 years of a stable and happy marriage allowed him to make such requests to these fierce women.

They then left the chamber and arrived at the plains of Alfheim.
 "They're still in the same position we left them in!" Freya marveled at the chamber's power.
 "Yeah, only four seconds have passed," Faye confirmed.
 "We can’t give orders to a bunch of drunk, sleeping elves. We have to wait at least a day for maximum efficiency," Kratos analyzed the situation.

"Uhhmmm..." Hyperion rubbed his chin, thinking.
 He had two paths ahead: the first was to wait for the elves to wake up, with a high chance they'd want to party again. The second was to use his powers to wake some of them up and start his rule immediately…

"Uhhmm… The right thing to do would probably be to have patience and let them celebrate for two or three days… But who said I have to do the right thing?" Hyperion decided.

He then walked to a corner of the party and kicked a dark elf who was lying on the ground, asleep. The strange thing was that there were sober elves around him, guarding him. The problem was that they were now panicking, unsure of what to do—after all, the aggressor was their new emperor, and the empresses were watching.