What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

In her first duel with Zeus, the king of the gods, she won due to his carelessness, and Kirshtalia would not boast about it as a glory.

If Zeus, the king of the gods, were to unleash his full power, he would have no chance of winning, and he felt the same way when facing Zhao Si.

It's getting stronger and stronger. Just by standing still, you can feel its body getting stronger and stronger, even after stepping into the Sky Garden and being isolated from the earth.

Therefore, Kirshtalia bowed slightly to Zhao Si to show his respect:

"I've only come to thank you, Zhao Si, for saving the people of Olympus."

As a legitimate and humane magician, Kilshtalia's chosen subjects for the great task of evolving humans into gods are the people of Lostbelt.

Zhao Si's actions undoubtedly aligned with his plan, especially after the death of Demeter, who was in charge of resurrecting the people.

As for who killed Demeter, that's a problem for Zeus to solve.

“I don’t really understand you magicians.” Zhao Si shook his head and waved to Kirshtalia. “Go somewhere else. The idea you need to verify should be the final battle with Chaldea, not me, an outsider.”

Kirshtalia understood what Zhao Si meant, so he walked straight toward Zhao Si and then brushed past him.

“Body is still that of a boy.” Kirshtalia couldn’t help but glance back at Zhao Si’s back, her steps never faltering.

"What a tall blond guy. Luckily, I was standing far enough away from him that I didn't have to look up at him." Zhao Si stared straight ahead, his mind wandering to random thoughts.

Once Kirshtalia's footsteps faded into the sky garden, Zhao Si moved forward.

No one stopped him, not the Olympian soldiers, not the Hermits, not even the goddess Europa and the twin gods Dioscuri.

Have they all gone to intercept Chaldea? It seems Zeus is still quite cautious about Zhao Si himself.

In the long mechanical corridor of the Orbital Temple, only Zhao Si's own footsteps echoed.

The corridors of the Great Temple were quite magnificent and high. When Zhao Si, a person of normal height, walked in and looked up, he felt as insignificant as an ant.

"It must have been built so vast to accommodate the true form of the Machine God," Zhao Si guessed.

The corridor, filled with high-tech mechanical style, has no extra decorations, only showcasing mechanical lines. Perhaps for those machine enthusiasts, this can indeed be considered a kind of art.

Well, I might get smashed up in a fight anyway, but I won't be the one who feels bad.

Zhao Si walked without stopping for about four minutes before passing through the corridor of the Great Temple of Orbit and arriving at the very center of the temple.

Sunlight streamed through the dome onto the central altar, where a robust man, dressed entirely in white, awaited Zhao Si.

His hair was white, his beard was white, his face was white, his muscles were white, and his whole body was white.

Like the ultimate ideal of a handsome man in ancient Greece, with a harmonious and aesthetically pleasing physique, he was the most perfect Olympian man, created by Zeus, the god of machines.

"Zeus, aren't you going to see your ally off? He may never see you again after this journey."

Facing Zeus, the king of the gods, Zhao Si remained calm and even somewhat frivolous, spouting arrogant words.

Whether you face Zeus head-on or not, whether your attitude is proper or not, you still have to put on a show. You can't just kowtow and kneel down to him and let the matter pass like that.

"Foreigner, I deeply regret not being able to eliminate you immediately upon receiving your intelligence six months ago."

"It's nothing, it's just human nature."

"But at the same time, I am also glad that you were able to display such strength and appear before me."

"Looking for someone to take over your business as your time is running out?"

"Take over? What does that mean? My Lostbelt is naturally under my control."

"You're pretending to be ignorant, aren't you? When your ancestor Chaos arrives, you'll become a mere puppet on strings. No, you already are."

“…Indeed, I hope you become strong enough to replace me and defeat Chaos, who is far away in the world.”

In Zhao Si's field of vision, Zeus, the king of the gods, frowned, looked down at Zhao Si, and muttered some nonsense.

"I don't want to be a jerk like you. Just managing that bunch of overgrown children is enough to annoy me."

"This is not domination, but grace, it is love."

Zhao Si clicked his tongue dismissively, then pulled out the W Driver from his combat suit, attached it to his waist, and the driver automatically extended a strap to secure it.

"I don't care about this or that. We can talk about the debate and entrustment of the orphan later. Now let's fight like human beings. I won't bully you anymore. So, are you going to fight or not?"

Instead of paying homage to the omnipotent god Zeus, they came up and immediately started shouting for war.

"If you dedicate yourself wholeheartedly, I will grant your wish... Kneel down!"

At the very moment that Zeus, the God-King, made his declaration, a spiritual pressure powerful enough to crush even a first-rate Servant erupted from the humanoid terminal. The pressure even caused an area within a thousand meters radius of Zeus to sag by more than two meters.

Having prepared in advance, Zhao Si had already inserted the ace memory into his belt, but even so, his entire body was almost crushed to death by his opponent, his bones and flesh were screaming in agony, but Zhao Si's fighting spirit did not decrease but increased.

"The power bestowed upon me by the Crown of Cronus, Gravitons, is an unbearable poison for the baptism of mortals."

Lightning emanated from Zeus's eyes, and his every word and action squandered his power.

Before a god-king, even mortals and heroic spirits must exert all their strength just to stand upright on their own two legs.

"You even provide commentary while unleashing a skill, cough cough, you're actually quite nice..." In Zhao Si's hand, the Fang Memory had already transformed and was inserted into another slot. "However, it feels like I should be prepared to be torn apart by gravity... henshin!"

"Fang! Joker!"

A storm of white and black fragments enveloped Zhao Si's body. His figure, split in black and white, broke through the gravitational field of the god-king Zeus, and male and female voices emanated from within this body:

“Come and recount your sins, Zeus.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS:

Good news! The high school where I work has started its winter break, so I can enjoy a break of more than a month.

The bad news is that I need to prepare for the provincial civil service exam during the winter break, and I need to do a lot of practice questions if I want to pass.

I was given a holiday on the 17th, but I had to stay for a meeting to summarize the experience and pack my things. When I got back, I even had to start DingTalk to remind the students.

That's all for today.

The rest of the time should be non-stop fighting. Luckily, I've laid the groundwork for so long, and once the plot is clear, we can get into the action.

Damn it, you really can't be a teacher. Teachers can't even slack off at work, and they have to voluntarily work overtime after get off work. They have to run away with their buckets.

Chapter 99: Overcoming the Strong with the Weak

“Come and recount your sins, Zeus.”

The knight, his black and white figures clearly defined yet intertwined, pointed a single finger at the god-king before him.

Using the power of the Fang Ace to forcefully counteract the gravitational field from the Crown of Kronos, Joker continued to exert his strength.

Faced with such ingenious and clever attire, Zeus, the king of the gods, revealed a disdainful smile:

"Heh, heh heh heh, heh ha ...

His eyes overflowed with blue lightning, enveloping Fang Ace from all directions. The dust from the shattered floor instantly rose up, completely obscuring Fang Ace's figure.

Zeus, the king of the gods, did not believe that Zhao Si could only do this much. To think that he could be defeated by the lightning he unleashed with a glare would only make his previous judgment seem laughable.

"Unleash your Gaia power, or I will only despise you more with your current strength."

"How will you know if you don't try!"

"Arm Fang!"

Clearly, the fanged ace, who was making dumplings for vinegar, flicked the memory's tail once, summoning the armed "Arm Saber." A fang grew from his right wrist, and with a roar, he charged straight at Zeus, his whole body covered in spikes, exuding wildness.

Zeus, the king of the gods, remained unmoved, not even lifting his right hand that held the scepter, letting gravity particles repeatedly wash over the two-colored monster as lightning struck it, sending up dazzling sparks.

For no reason, Fang Ace stared at Zeus's emanating spiritual pressure and kept rushing closer to Zeus, closing the distance to within ten meters. Very close, so close that if he took two or three more steps, the two-colored monster's fists and blades could smash into Zeus's face and the noble body of the god-king.

"presumptuous!"

Zeus finally took the initiative. He raised his left palm high and then slammed it down on the fanged ace that was swinging its blade at him. The next moment, his left palm collided with Arm Saber, and Hades' power was activated, breaking the latter into a pile of fragments.

Despite the sharpness of Arm Saber, it couldn't even scratch Zeus, the king of the gods, while the humanoid terminal was able to withstand the slash of Fang Ace without taking any damage.

The Fang Ace was even momentarily stunned by the force transmitted from Arm Saber, deflecting Zeus's descending left palm. After taking a step back to stop, it immediately followed up with a spinning kick, simultaneously striking the Fang Memory's tail three times:

"Fang! Maximum Drive!"

A sharp, white fang sprouted from his right ankle. All the power squeezed from the two memory modules within the W Driver was channeled into his right leg, allowing Fang Ace's spinning kick to break through Zeus's current spiritual pressure, carving a cyan slash through the gravity particles—

"It is not suitable for refined occasions."

Zeus commented that this time he swung his right-hand lightning scepter, and at the instant the fanged trumpet's spinning kick collided with the scepter, a large amount of explosion and dense fog were generated from the gap between the two collisions, instantly enveloping the two combatants.

Unsurprisingly, Zeus's right hand held the lightning scepter unharmed. The opponent's fanged trump card was shattered by Zeus's casual strike, even without Zeus using his life force perception. He knew that the opponent must have been forced to retreat and submit to the power of the lightning.

"Shouting out one's own name in battle—what kind of designer would create such a useless piece of armor?"

Zeus, the king of the gods, fearlessly approached the smoke. He noticed that the smoke generated by the collision seemed unusual, lingering for a long time. Even when Zeus, whose body was crackling with electricity, entered it, it only dispersed the space within a four-meter radius around him.

"Hmph! Mere mortal tricks."

Dissatisfied with Zhao Si's secretive behavior, Zeus increased the intensity of the gravity field around himself, causing the floor around him to drop more than half a meter. The lingering smoke that was difficult to dispel also disappeared as Zeus's gravity field strengthened.

Zeus looked closely and saw nothing in front of him. He moved his scepter, and lightning bolts rushed outward from all directions.

"Joker! Maximum Drive!"

Another familiar announcement rang out, and Zeus, without hesitation, swung his sword towards the six o'clock position behind him, but there was no response.

"what?"

While Zeus was still wondering, his body's defense mechanisms had already caused him to automatically react to real damage—

Fang Ace's right fist slammed towards Zeus's humanoid terminal from the nine o'clock position, while Zeus's left hand also clenched into a fist in response to Fang Ace's attack.

"boom--!"

Waves of energy surged again from the two of them. Their confrontation lasted no more than ten seconds. Fang Ace was sent flying three or four meters before regaining its footing, while Zeus's humanoid terminal...

"I actually took three steps back? With a being as insignificant as you!"