Reincarnated As Poseidon-Chapter 65: I am Poseidon

The silence that followed wasn’t empty.

It was full. freēwēbnovel.com

Full of breath.

Full of memory.

Full of a sea that had almost forgotten itself... but now stirred with the weight of what had just been stopped.

Lyrielle’s scream had unraveled.

And in its place, the ocean remembered what it had lost—

And what it still held.

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Lyrielle – Broken and Breathing

She floated before Dominic, head bowed, hair drifting around her like a drowning halo.

No song left.

No power in her voice.

Only the soft rasp of someone who had let go.

> "You stopped me," she whispered. "And I don’t even know what I was anymore."

Dominic didn’t answer right away.

He watched her. Really watched her.

Not as an enemy.

Not even as a monster.

Just a person trying to undo pain by creating more.

> "You didn’t need to be anything but someone who survived," he finally said.

Maelora and Varun hovered nearby, quiet.

Even Varun—for once—had no snark.

Lyrielle looked up at Dominic with eyes no longer twisted by madness.

> "Then what happens now?"

Dominic hesitated, then spoke softly.

> "Now... we let the sea remember."

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The Deepplace Awakens

The trench around them rumbled.

But not from collapse.

From life.

Ancient lights flickered in the reefbone walls.

Long-dead coral glowed faintly.

The dark water warmed, just enough to feel like breath.

Memories began surfacing—not as visions, but as understandings.

The first tides.

The first gods.

The first mistake... and the forgiveness that had never come.

Dominic stood in the heart of it all, the Trident humming low.

> "It’s not perfect," he whispered. "But it’s ours."

And the sea responded—not with applause.

But with acceptance.

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Olympus Watches – And Reacts

Far above, the clouds over Olympus rolled with uneasy tension.

Zeus stood at the cliff’s edge, lightning dancing in his palms.

> "It’s finished?"

Athena nodded slowly.

> "No. It’s begun."

Ares paced behind them, brow furrowed.

> "So the boy didn’t break the sea..."

> "No," Hera said, stepping beside Zeus. "He taught it to feel again."

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Lyrielle’s Fate

She turned from Dominic and floated toward the edge of the Deepplace.

> "I’ll disappear now," she said, voice low. "I wasn’t made for a sea that remembers."

Dominic reached out.

> "You could stay."

She smiled. It wasn’t bitter.

Just... tired.

> "You don’t invite the storm to stay after the rain, Dominic. You just watch the sky... and wait."

And with that, she slipped into the dark, vanishing into the calm she had never known.

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The Return from the Deepplace

It was Maelora who led them back.

Dominic barely spoke.

Not because he was in pain.

Not because he was afraid.

But because his mind—his soul—was full.

The Deepplace was no longer a curse.

It had become something else.

A heartbeat.

A memory.

A warning.

As they breached the upper trenches, Varun exhaled loudly.

> "That was the worst vacation I’ve ever had. Can we please, for once, go somewhere dry?"

Maelora smirked.

> "We just saved the ocean. Maybe pick your next words better."

Dominic didn’t speak.

But he smiled.

And the sea smiled with him.

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Somewhere Else – The Creature Beneath Thalorenn

It felt the shift.

The sea had chosen not to scream.

It had remembered.

And the creature... did not like that.

Its eyes opened again.

And in the distance, a whisper began to form—

> "Then I will make it forget."

Beneath Thalorenn, deeper than even the gods dared map, something shifted.

It wasn’t just a creature.

It wasn’t just an echo.

It was a memory that refused to die.

And it had heard the sea remember.

It had felt the scream die.

And now, it stirred.

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The Abyss Beneath Memory

No one alive had named it.

Not even Olympus remembered its true shape—

Because it wasn’t part of the sea’s design.

It was something older than water, older than gods.

A misstep in the forming of the world.

A whisper that became a wound.

And now, awakened by Lyrielle’s failure, it rose.

Slowly.

Patiently.

Hungry.

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Olympus – The Oracle Screams

Far above, lightning cracked over Mount Olympus. The winds howled unnaturally.

Inside the Temple of the Oracle, seers collapsed to their knees.

One of them—an old woman with clouded eyes—spoke in a voice that wasn’t her own:

> "The deep one remembers.

The false tide rises.

The sea is not safe.

The silence was a door—

And it has opened."

Athena rushed in, her cloak whipping in the wind.

> "What did she see?"

The Oracle wept, her voice hoarse.

> "Something is coming.

Something the sea buried... but never defeated."

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Dominic’s Unease

Back near the edge of the Deepplace, Dominic and his companions drifted quietly. The water had stilled, and peace hung like a thin veil.

But Dominic couldn’t relax.

> "You feel that?" he asked, turning to Maelora.

She nodded slowly.

> "It’s not a current. It’s a pull. Something’s... shifting."

Varun cursed, arms folded.

> "Please tell me this isn’t another sea monster with mommy issues."

Dominic narrowed his eyes, looking down—far deeper than where even light had dared travel.

> "This isn’t Lyrielle. This is something else."

Maelora’s voice dropped.

> "What did we wake up?"

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The Creature Moves

Its form slithered between cracks in the world. Not swimming—bending the sea around itself.

It wasn’t a beast.

It wasn’t a god.

It was a memory turned malignant—a primordial grudge that had fermented over eons, feeding on silence and forgotten fear.

It did not roar.

It hummed.

A low, tremulous tone that twisted whales into frenzies and turned coral black.

And as it moved—the water began to forget again.

Names vanished.

Voices echoed and came back wrong.

The sea began to un-remember.

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Maelora Sees the Truth

She clutched her head suddenly, eyes wide.

> "Dom... I... I forgot your name for a second."

He spun to her.

> "What?"

> "It’s happening again," she muttered. "But worse than Lyrielle. It’s like something’s peeling memory from the water."

Varun’s sword hand shook.

> "Okay. Cool. No big deal. Just another ancient horror from the deep. Anyone got a torch of Olympus handy?"

Dominic gripped the Trident.

But this time... it didn’t glow.

It dimmed.

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Dominic’s Vision

The sea flickered before him like torn fabric.

In its place, a massive, shadowed form.

Eyes with no light.

A mouth with no voice.

But the intent... was unmistakable.

> "You chose memory," it whispered directly into Dominic’s mind.

"Now I will choose forgetting."

Dominic gasped, stumbling mid-water.

Maelora caught him.

> "What did you see?"

> "A shape. It doesn’t even have a name. But it knows mine. And it’s coming."

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Back in Olympus – The Gods Prepare

Zeus stood atop the peak, eyes scanning the sea.

> "If this creature is what I think it is... then we sealed it for a reason."

Athena’s jaw tightened.

> "Then it’s time we break the seal and face what we left behind."

Ares grinned darkly.

> "Finally. A real war."

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Closing Scene – The Creature Rises

In the heart of the abyss, the creature—half shadow, half memory—reached the lip of the world’s wound.

And from it, a hand emerged.

Not scaled.

Not clawed.

Just wrong.

It gripped the trench wall.

And the sea forgot the name of Tuesday.

Just like that.

One word lost.

One voice erased.

One step closer.

The creature from beneath Thalorenn rose through the chasm like a sickness, and with every inch, the sea forgot.

Not just words.

Not just songs.

Names.

Waves no longer knew where to crash.

The fish swam like strangers in their own schools.

Even the coral began to shed its color, turning white—as if it, too, had forgotten it was alive.

And Dominic...

He felt it most of all.

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The Pull of Erasure

He struggled to breathe—not from pressure, not from lack of air.

From weight.

A heavy, invisible hand pressing into his chest, pulling something out of him.

His name.

> "Dom!" Maelora called, but it felt like her voice was underwater, even though they were already submerged.

> "Dom—Dominic!" Varun shouted, kicking closer. "Hey, look at me! You with us?!"

He turned his head.

And for a moment—

For a terrifying, flickering moment—

He didn’t recognize them.

Didn’t recognize himself.

> "Who...?"

The Trident vibrated violently in his grip.

And then—

> BOOM.

A wave of force exploded from him, rippling through the sea like a thunderclap underwater.

His body glowed.

Not golden.

Not blue.

Titanic green.

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The Breaking Point

> "What’s happening to him?!" Maelora gasped, shielding her eyes.

> "I think... I think the sea is trying to remember him!" Varun cried. "But it doesn’t remember Dominic."

> "Then what does it remember?" she asked breathlessly.

Varun shook his head.

> "A name it buried. A name it sealed. A name too powerful to speak... until now."

Dominic gripped his skull, panting, his pupils dilated, veins pulsing light beneath his skin.

And then the Trident whispered—not in his ears.

In his soul.

> "You were chosen. You were born. But you are not Dominic anymore."

> "You are the tide reborn."

> "You are Poseidon."

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The Transformation

He stopped shaking.

The light from his body steadied, spreading like a sunrise in the ocean.

His armor—once fragmentary and makeshift—merged into scales of celestial sapphire, trimmed with storm-forged silver.

The Trident lengthened, now too large for any mortal hand but perfect for his.

His eyes turned completely sea-glass green, deep and endless.

He opened his mouth—and the water listened.

Not because it feared him.

But because it knew him.

> "I... remember now," he said, voice echoing not with youth, but with presence.

Maelora’s mouth parted, eyes wide.

> "Poseidon..."

He looked at her.

> "That name... fits."

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The Sea Reacts

As Poseidon took his first breath in full memory, the sea pulsed with power.

Currents snapped back into place.

Fish paused, as if bowing.

Even the trench’s ancient coral blushed with faint light.

But the creature beneath?

It paused.

And hissed.

> "So the pretender claims his mask."

> "I claim my truth," Poseidon growled, raising the Trident.

> "Then I will strip it from you. One syllable at a time."

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Olympus Looks On

In the storm-clad sky, thunder cracked violently. The gods had felt the shift.

Zeus turned to Hera.

> "He’s remembered."

> "No," Athena corrected from behind him. "He’s been reborn."

Hades stood silently at the edge of a black mirror pool.

> "And now the sea has its true heir... but also its oldest enemy."

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Poseidon Speaks

Floating high above the trench, Poseidon spread his arms.

> "I will not let the sea forget again."

He looked down at the blackness, where the creature’s limbs began to surface.

> "You want silence?"

He twirled the Trident once.

The water answered.

> "Then you’ll hear me."

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