7 Chapter 3

They never clarify what it's like on Kronos's stomach in the myths. As a result, I didn't give it much thought.

The irritating gloom, damp esophagus, the awful scent of that rancid, and now this bath of fucking stomach acid awaited me. "Well, I smell bad," Matthew admitted after sniffing his hands and hair.

Since Matthew is immortal and has strong regeneration, the acid clearly can not burn or melt his flesh. He recently found that as he attempted to break his arm within the esophagus, seconds later his cut-off arm started to heal.

I then began to swim over to what seemed to be an island, but it was also burnt; I crawled my way in and then lifted myself up before quickly lying down on the burned floor. I'm not exhausted, but why not?

"Sign..., I'm finally out of that awful stomach acid bath. I'm so glad," I said, not thinking about my surroundings because I'm out of that spot. Well, I'm not out, but I'm not floating in the stomach acid bath.

While I laid down for a moment, I heard a chorus of voices from behind me, and I could tell there was one guy, Looking at him, I recall, "This must be Hades," I mumble.

But I didn't care; I went back to lying down, and I know this is the first time someone has ever spoken to me in this world.

"Do you think I'm okay?" I said.

Ok, I'm not really tired, just lazy as fuck, but these gods have become my kin, and because I've felt the same thing they felt when they came down here.

"Zeus, the lucky bastard, I can't believe it, he didn't even feel like this," I murmur, the god of the sea is being bathed in his father's stomach acid.

After sighing and enjoying lying down, I stood up and faced my siblings, only to discover they were all totally naked.....

OK, it's obvious that they couldn't have clothing when they were born because Kronos' stomach acid would burn them. I looked at Hestia, Demeter, and Hera's bodies and said, Oh my fucking god, they're fuking stunningly gorgeous. I mean their boobs are my style, they're not too big or too small. But then I shook my head and went around the three of them to look at their whole bodies, and yes, they have Perfect Ass's, but you're all wondering that I knew who is who right away. Well, I can see from their looks that Hestia looked like her mother Rhea, and Demeter was staring at me with an angry eye. Is it because of what I said to them when they asked me? Well, she is overprotective of her siblings. Finally, Hera smiled at me with the haughty word, but I didn't mind if I could make three of them my wife's.

Demeter, who stands 6 feet tall, has golden wheat-colored hair, light-green eyes, a finely built godly figure from head to foot, and a curvy sculpted body. She is a sight to see, but that is to be expected considering that she is a goddess.

Hera stood 6ft 1 and was more stunning than Demeter; she has chocolate dark-colored hair that blends into a chocolate brown-colored at the bottom, and our mother Rhea's amber-hazel eyes, softly tanned skin, softly curled brows, straight nose, and small, rose-colored lips, and she was way hotter than Demeter. What can I say? Hera is Hera, who stared at me with a self-satisfied smile.

Well, I have had one sex experience in my former life, which happened when I was 15 years old and lost my virginity to a bitch who, well, I don't know, essentially when we were done enjoying our lust the next day and before I died we didn't even speak. She moved a year later.

I gazed at Hera for so long that I almost started drooling. That's how stunningly gorgeous she was.

Hades, who stands 6ft 4 in height, has abyss black hair and skin, a handsome profile, and a sculpted muscular physique with 6 pack abs.

After that, I looked at my favorite goddess, Hestia, and saw that she was carrying a very bright fire, which is why I could see all of them. I may tell she can spar her beauty for Demeter, but I'll go with Hestia because she gave me the look of a heated blanket embracing me on a cold night. After all, she is the goddess of fire.

Standing 6ft tall, she has fire-red hair and stunning fire-red-gem-colored eyes, soft-looking pinkish lips, not-so-tanned skin, and a hot godly body.

Four of them seemed to be in their early twenties or late teens.

"I'm well, just happy I'm out of that gross stuff," I shake my head. Prior to pointing my finger at the stomach acid, "My name is Poseidon, and are you my siblings? If that's the case, what are your guys' names? ", I said with a deep voice.

"My name is Hera," Hera said, staring at me, not knowing whether she was proud or optimistic.

"My name is Demeter," Demeter said, changing her angry face into a smile.

"Heyyyy ohh, my name is Hade's brother, and welcome to him," Hestia abruptly interrupted Hades.

"Ignore what Hades says, and my name is Hestia, Poseidon," Hestia said, stern eyes fixed on Hades.

"Don't be worried, Hestia. I know where we are; we're in our father's stomach ", Poseidon said in hushed tones.

The three girls then glared at me for a split second before starting to speak to themselves, something I couldn't hear. They started to nod after that.

"Are you hungry?" Hera inquired, her voice gentle.

"We're gods, we can't be hungry," I said with a deep voice, "but I decided to eat and like to eat."

"Follow us," Demeter said.

Before we arrived at our destination, Hestia led the way. I asked her how it felt to live here, and we chatted before we got to the tiny cave. "It's safer than that, Poseidon," Hera said, referring to the stomach acid.

I smiled and nodded to her.

Hestia goes to what seems to be a small kitchen and returns with a chunk of meat and ambrosia. The chunk of meat is dried, and I presume Hestia uses her fire to dry it up, much as I did on the esophagus on my blue fire.

She then handed it to me, and I gratefully accepted it. The flavor didn't improve, and I formed a pensive frown. I gave her a little smile, and Hestia gave me a sad expression.

After finishing my food, I sat down next to Hera. Looking at my whole body, I can see that I'm 18 years old and have spent about 17-18 days on Kronos' esophagus. I spent 20 days floating in his stomach acid.

Gods will change their ages whenever they wish.

Confusing asf isn't it?.

I pass my time sleeping and reading in my library, then planning what I'll do after Zeus rescues us.

I then decided to change the myth and go to marry Hera and Hestia.

I then waited

....

Time shifts slowly in Kronos' stomach, as we all know.

So he trains every day, honing his skills while attempting to develop his own martial arts and playing with the stomach acid water, creating waves and floating trident shaped spears while hitting the acids; he doesn't want to be heard by Kronos, so that's all he can do for now: eat, sleep, read, create, and play.

When Hera and Demeter were arguing, I was talking to Hestia about what we were going to do when we got out. I also told her that when we're done dealing with our dad, I'm going to marry her. that she simply chuckled a little bit.

Hestia stated that there is still hope for us to leave this place, despite the fact that she is the oldest and therefore the most affected. But I like her and hope that one day we'll be able to leave this place.

Well, I always knew what was going to happen, so I didn't want to ruin it.

............

Years went by doing my same old routine. I mean years, but outside of Kronos stuff, maybe just months.

(AUTHOR NOTE: GOOD NIGTH EVERYONE AND THANK YOU)