Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"So-called laws cannot constrain the characteristics of this era and should change in accordance with the times."

"Moreover, the gods are too busy to concern themselves with the fighting and disputes in this world."

"In short, if arbitration is necessary, then act within your means and propose solutions flexibly; if it's not necessary, then don't create trouble for yourself."

"The saying 'no action without a complaint' means exactly this."

Themis suddenly understood, and the gaze she cast through the black veil held a hint of appreciation and eagerness.

“I think that with your talent, you should go to the palace of the goddess of justice, become her servant, and uphold justice and fairness.”

Good grief, another one wants me to be a judge? Do I look that dignified and impartial?

Samael subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, a strange thought rising in his mind, and he sighed inwardly.

Immediately, the ancient snake rose from its seat, its hands resting on the table, and mysteriously leaned close to its friend's ear, whispering in a sinister tone.

"Actually, compared to practitioners of the law, I'm more suited to being an outlaw, specializing in exploiting loopholes in the rules!"

Why be a judge? Being an outlaw is so much more fun.

Even bad people should have the manners of bad people!

However, after this impulsive jest, Samael lowered his head in satisfaction, ready to appreciate the amusing expression on the face of this goddess of justice.

However, the blush on Themis's ears and the intoxicating color that was rapidly spreading across one side of her cheek made the ancient serpent freeze in place, its heart pounding wildly.

He suddenly realized how ambiguous and blasphemous his actions had been.

Having spent so much time together, the ancient serpent had clearly forgotten that the woman opposite him was not a little girl to be teased, but one of the twelve Titans of Mount Oterus.

Saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing could lead to your death.

Even his mother can't protect him now.

"Aaa?"

Just as the crimson glow spread across Themis's entire beautiful face, and the frozen aura was about to explode, a clear and curious monosyllabic murmur suddenly burst in from the side between the two awkward figures.

What followed was Tina's pure and pretty face getting closer.

"Are you hungry? I'll go find you something to eat right away."

Samael turned his head and gently stroked the soft, long hair behind the goddess's juvenile body, speaking as he pulled Tina along and walked towards the nearby dense forest.

Thank you, Mom, for saving my life! Mom is the best!

Chapter Fifteen: Red Umbrella, White Pole, After Eating, We Sleep Together on a Flat Board (3/4)

Once its body was out of Themis's gaze, the ancient serpent, like a spineless salted fish, slumped down and immediately wanted to embrace the goddess's infant body that had just come to its rescue.

However, just as the rebellious son closed in to within half a step and was about to succeed, Daphne's loud shouts came from the distant marshland.

"Tina! Come quick, come quick!"

"There are mushrooms here! The red and green ones are so vibrant, they look delicious!"

Upon hearing the call, Tina's eyes brightened, and she instinctively turned her head sharply, her pair of drooping emerald green earth tendrils sweeping across the air.

again!

Suddenly, everything went black, and the person was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking several trees as thick as a bowl.

Samael, who had crawled out of the grass, felt a dull ache all over his body and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Although Tina consciously suppresses her superhuman strength in front of others to avoid harming those fragile lives.

But in front of a close and trusted rebellious son, she would always unconsciously loosen her restraints and reveal her instincts.

For this reason, Samael has a bit of a psychological aversion to that touch of the emerald green earth.

As a well-known Grand Archer once said, the love of a goddess can sometimes be quite heavy.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this.

As soon as Samael regained his composure, he leaped up from the grass, grabbed Tina who looked guilty and anxious, and charged into the depths of the swamp, roaring with a dark face, utterly exhausted.

"Daphne, shut up!"

"The more brightly colored the mushroom, the more poisonous it is. That's common sense, you idiot!"

At that moment, the nymphs by the lake heard the sound, opened their mouths in surprise, and the half-eaten, colorful mushrooms fell to the ground.

Half an hour later, several tiny nymphs, green and purple from head to toe, were taken back to the ancient snake's dwelling for treatment.

Fortunately, these darlings of nature have good resistance to toxins.

Unless it's a super-powerful venom, it can be easily expelled, and after lying down for a few hours, you'll be lively and energetic again.

However, you are at least creatures nurtured by mountains, rivers, and forests. You are a disgrace to the nymph species. I don't know how you have survived to such an old age.

Inside the house, Samael stared at the group of tiny creatures lying stiffly on a large banana leaf, waiting for their bodies to recover their resistance and their skin to fade. He twitched at the corner of his mouth and was speechless.

Faced with this farcical mass poisoning incident, even Themis had to step in to help.

"Boom!"

As night deepened, a sudden gust of wind rose over the marshland, and a series of thunderclaps spread across the sky like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, instantly illuminating half the sky, their muffled roars echoing across the land.

The weather doesn't look like it's going to rain.

For some unknown reason, the chaotic and slanted lightning bolts went berserk, exploding one after another, with a deafening roar that never ceased.

Tina's cross-shaped pupils flashed, piercing the thunder in the night sky, and she grinned, revealing her fangs.

Similarly, Samael felt a chill run down his spine, and a strong sense of oppression grew in his chest.

"Sorry, I might have something urgent to take care of."

"I'll need you to take care of Daphne and the others these next few days."

At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed across Themis's beautiful face. After giving a few simple instructions, she hurriedly rushed into the night and disappeared as a streak of light.

Something happened on Mount Otrothus? There's probably only one thing that could make the twelve Olympian gods change their expressions.

It's Zeus!

Zeus has freed his five brothers and sisters from the womb of his father Cronus!

Samael instantly deciphered the most likely answer from the subtle clues, and his gaze gradually became serious.

Soon, the war of the gods will begin, even faster than he expected!

The ancient serpent glanced at Tina, whose expression showed concern for him, with relief, and gently stroked the long blue hair of the goddess's infant form.

Then, Samael glanced back at the dense lightning outside the window, his eyes finally settling on the banana leaves, where the little ones were fast asleep, secretly detoxifying themselves, and he couldn't help but rub his forehead.

It seems no one will have an easy time tonight.

After a night of thunder and lightning, the sky was exceptionally clear and bright the next day.

However, the towering Otyrus Mountains were shrouded in a thick haze, the rubble of the temple was scattered everywhere, and the former council place of the gods was now full of scratches and ravines.

The place where banquets were once filled with wine, fresh fruit and delicacies is now a mess, with overturned tables and chairs, broken cups and saucers.

"boom!"

With a dull, loud crash, a golden wine jug was crushed by the thick, hairy arm inside the temple, breaking the oppressive, deathly silence.

"Just last night, someone offered me poisoned wine, intending to murder me!"

With a gloomy expression, Cronus slammed his fist on the table, like a hyena that had been wronged, veins bulging on his neck, baring his teeth and roaring angrily.

"A provocation! This is a provocation against all the Titans!"

The twelve Titans, summoned in an emergency, reacted in various ways: some were filled with righteous indignation, some frowned in deep thought, and some remained expressionless.

Immediately, a nymph with a broken shinbone and tears in her eyes was dragged from under the feet of the god-king and thrown into the courtyard like trash.

"I have already found out that it was this vile woman who colluded with six treacherous traitors."

"Now, those traitors have taken advantage of the chaos to escape to Mount Olympus. For the sake of the Titans' authority, those scourges must be eradicated!"

The Titans outwardly responded, each vowing to hunt down the six traitors.

"Eliminate them! Leave no one alive!"

However, they had long known the identities of those six traitors.

After all, this god-king, who spends all his time indulging in fine wine and women, is far too clumsy at acting.

It's utterly ridiculous to have a nymph serving as a servant use poison to murder a god-king.

The most potent effects of this potion are to induce unconsciousness and vomiting.

Its purpose was obvious: to release the six children that Cronus had swallowed.

Furthermore, although the blame was placed on the hostess, Queen Rhea did not attend the meeting.

These brothers and sisters tacitly ignored this reality.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the gloomy-faced god-king who continued to gulp down wine, the other gods, each with their own distinct expressions, left to prepare for the upcoming upheaval.

It's likely that debt collectors will be coming to our door soon.

Destiny? That's Cronus's destiny, not ours.

The world should belong to Titan!

As Mount Otyrus returned to its desolate state, Themis, who was at the very end, paused briefly and turned back.

She looked with pity toward a certain spot and waved to the nymph attendants who remained to bury their sisters.

"But Your Majesty the God-King..."

The nymphs, trembling with fear, looked sorrowful and hesitant.

"Don't worry, I'll explain over there."

Themis offered a gentle word of comfort, then rose and walked toward Cronus's palace.

Chapter Sixteen: Greek Family Traditions (4/4)

On Mount Olympus, on a desolate platform, a campfire is lit, and seven figures sit casually in the light.

From left to right, they are the six children of the god Cronus, three women and three men.

His eldest daughter was Hestia, his second daughter was Demeter, his third daughter was Hera, his fourth son was Hades, his fifth son was Poseidon, and his sixth son was Zeus.

Metis, nestled in Zeus's arms, with her long silver hair flowing over her shoulders and bright eyes as deep as the ocean's purple, gazes tenderly at the king she loves.

The gods showed relative respect to the goddess of wisdom who had concocted magical potions and rescued the five siblings, and stepped forward to express their gratitude.

Metis nodded in response to each of Zeus's questions, taking his arm with hers, appearing graceful and elegant, exuding a comfortable aura.

Even Hera, the proudest of the three sisters, had to lower her head and admit that Hera was an extremely charming woman.

After they fled from Mount Olympus to Olympus, the goddess of wisdom, with her insightful analysis, strongly urged the six divine children to unite.

Of course, Zeus was chosen as the new king of the gods.

The facts were already set in stone, and even though Hades and Poseidon both coveted that supreme power, they could only accept the current conditions.

But there was no other way. Zeus was the chosen son of the earth goddess Gaia, the most familiar with the outside world, and had just completed the feat of rescuing his brothers and sisters.

This young man is currently riding high, possessing the strongest divine power. Among the other five, there is no one who can challenge his position for the time being.

However, Hades and Poseidon had a premonition when Hades bowed his head in public.

Once the ranking of positions is finalized, it won't be so easy to turn things around.

Clearly, the goddess of wisdom was already paving the way for her husband Zeus to ascend the throne.

Such a virtuous wife aroused jealousy in Hades and Poseidon, who were also princes, towards their youngest brother, Zeus.

This lucky guy only knows how to latch onto women.

Why didn't they get such a good thing?

Hades and Poseidon looked at each other, their expressions filled with resentment.

As their emotions stirred, their gaze gradually shifted to three other beautiful figures.

Although Metis is already taken, his three older sisters are still single.