The next five hundred years passed quietly.
For Hera and Aphrodite, they were… unsettling.
Shock of Asgard
The moment Odin realized who was living in Asgard—
He froze.
For three whole days.
No orders.
No rulings.
No lectures.
He walked into walls.
Sat on the throne without speaking.
Stared at nothing.
Frigga watched calmly.
"…You broke him," she told Hera politely.
Hera coughed awkwardly.
Seeing the Truth
At first, Hera and Aphrodite assumed the worst.
A powerful man.
Countless women.
A familiar pattern.
They expected another Zeus.
But what they saw—
Confused them.
Alexander cooked.
Not occasionally.
Daily.
He remembered preferences.
Adjusted spices.
Sat and listened when someone spoke.
He trained them—not to dominate—but to protect themselves.
He spoiled them—quiet gifts, small smiles, shared time.
And when arguments happened—
He listened.
Didn't shout.
Didn't command.
Didn't manipulate.
Hera watched silently one evening as Alexander adjusted Retsu's sleeves so they wouldn't catch fire near the stove.
Her chest tightened.
"…That's not normal," she whispered.
Aphrodite nodded slowly.
"…That's not Zeus."
Why He Didn't Flinch
They finally understood.
Why he didn't react to beauty.
Why Aphrodite's aura failed.
Why Hera's presence didn't intimidate him.
Because he was already surrounded by women who were:
Calm as death Sharp as war Regal as kings Infinite as the cosmos
And he treated them all—
Equally.
Ashborn Dimension
Then Alexander took them there.
The moment they stepped into Ashborn Dimension, both goddesses froze.
A World Tree, alive and watching.
A dragon—Giratina—whose presence crushed realms.
Three pets radiating Heavenly Father-level authority.
Weapons that bent space simply by existing:
Blue Rose Sword Vortex Vanquisher Night Sky Sword
And then—
The army.
Ten million shadows.
Silent.
Loyal.
Endless.
Generals who radiated Multi-Universe power knelt.
Hera felt her knees weaken.
"…This is madness."
Aphrodite swallowed.
"And this is his home."
Then they saw them.
Wives at:
Heavenly Father Level Single Universe Level And Primordial beings—Infinity and Death—at Multi-Universe level
Galacta—daughter of Galactus—casual and smiling.
And finally—
Alexander.
Standing calmly.
Multi-Universe Peak.
Unmoved.
The Question
Hera finally asked.
"With this power," she said quietly,
"you could conquer the universe."
Aphrodite watched him carefully.
Alexander shrugged.
"And then what?"
They blinked.
"Fame," he continued.
"Power. Control."
Then he waved a hand dismissively.
"And paperwork. Endless responsibility. No time."
He looked at the World Tree.
"At my level," he said calmly,
"time is the only thing that matters."
He smiled faintly.
"I choose to enjoy life."
Silence followed.
Hera felt something break.
Not painfully.
Relieving.
"…You're strange," she said softly.
Alexander chuckled.
"I get that a lot."
Something They Didn't Notice
They didn't realize when it happened.
No confession.
No dramatic moment.
Just—
Waiting for him to come back.
Listening for his footsteps.
Feeling disappointed when he left.
Jealousy—quiet, unfamiliar—toward the women he loved.
And one night, Hera realized—
"…I'm smiling."
Aphrodite stared at the sky and whispered—
"…When did this start?"
They didn't know.
Only that—
For the first time in eternity—
They were falling for someone who didn't want to own them.
And that frightened them more than any god ever had.