Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

My Mother is Medusa

Ryumen
21
chs / week
The average realized release rate over the past 30 days is 21 chs / week.
--
NOT RATINGS
785
Views
Synopsis
My birth was never meant to be. Some call me a mistake. Others call me a prophecy. But my blood tells a different story. In my previous life, I was no one— A man with an empty existence, forgotten by the world. No one respected me. No one greeted me with warmth. I was invisible, a shadow passing through life, unnoticed and unwanted. When I died, I thought it was the end. But in that exact moment, my death changed two fates. One was mine. The other… belonged to an ancient being from mythology—Medusa. Once, she was doomed—a cursed Gorgon, betrayed, hunted, and fated to fall. In countless timelines, in countless myths, she was slain. But in this world, something changed. Perseus did not kill Medusa. She ascended—not as a monster, not as a victim, But as a Queen. And I… I was reborn as her son. Now, I am hunted by gods who see me as a mistake that must be corrected. Despised by mortals who whisper my name as an omen of misfortune. Rejected by a world that never wanted me to exist. Because I am something that should not be. A fracture in fate. A living contradiction. A walking defiance of the gods’ will. To Olympus, I am an error. A flaw in the great design. And so, they seek to erase me. To wipe me from history, to crush me before I can claim a place in their world. But this time, I refuse to disappear.
VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

My birth was never meant to be. Some call me a mistake. Others whisper that I am a prophecy.

But my blood tells a different story.

It burns with the cursed legacy of the Gorgon Queen herself—Medusa.

Yes, Medusa. Not a fallen monster. Not a slain creature in some tragic myth. But a Queen. A legend.

In this timeline Perseus raised his blade, believing himself a hero. But the gods had miscalculated. For when steel met the gaze of the Gorgon Queen, it was not she who fell. It was Olympus' illusion of power that shattered.

Before he could raise his blade, my mother shattered him. Because Medusa did not die in some hero's tale—she ascended. Beyond vengeance. Beyond fury. Beyond even divinity itself.

No blade can pierce her hide. No magic can break her will. Not even Zeus, the almighty King of Olympus, dares to challenge her in her final form.

And I…?

I am her son.

I do not yet wield her legendary petrifying gaze, and my blood does not yet hold the venom of death.

But I have something else.

Paralyzing venom. A single touch. A single wound from my fangs—yes, I have fangs, retractable and hidden— and even the mightiest warrior becomes a prisoner in their own body. Helpless. Frozen. Forced to watch as time slips away. A mercy, compared to what my mother can do.

But Olympus does not tolerate my existence.

Zeus has summoned his champions. Athena, my mother's eternal nemesis, sharpens her blade once more. Hades watches from the depths of the Underworld, his motives veiled in shadow. Even Ares, the unyielding God of War, hesitates at a crossroads— Should he strike me down, or claim me as his own?

And me?

I remember another life. A different existence. One of insignificance. I was no one. A man with an empty life, forgotten by the world. No one respected me. No one even greeted me with warmth. My presence was unnoticed, my existence barely acknowledged. I was invisible.

But here? In this life? The mere mention of my mother's name makes the strongest warriors falter. They don't just avert their gazes in fear—they don't even dare meet my eyes when they speak. They bow their heads. They stammer their words. They tremble in the presence of my bloodline.

I am no longer invisible. I am feared.

But fear is a double-edged blade. Do I step away from the storm, live a quiet life, and ignore the weight of my lineage?

Or do I embrace what the gods already believe I am? A monster. A ruler. A force beyond their control.

The world watches. Olympus trembles.