Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Whether it's the twelve Titans, six men and six women, or the divine children, three men and three women, one of the purposes of this birth pattern is to facilitate pairing and union to continue the orthodox divine bloodline.

If I could pair up with one of the older women, at least I would have another steadfast ally.

However, the most pressing matter right now is dealing with the pursuit and declaration of war from the Ottoman Mountains; such matters of the lower body can be considered later.

"My friends, from the moment you escaped from Mount Otrothus, the curse of destiny began to work. A battle between the new gods and the old gods is inevitable!"

Metis noticed the unusual expressions on the two princes' faces and immediately spoke up to point out the most urgent matter.

Concerning their own life and death, the gods couldn't help but set aside all other thoughts and become solemn.

"So what should we do?"

Hera looked at the goddess of wisdom with a smile, her eyes sparkling.

However, it was Zeus, who was standing nearby, who answered.

This little brother, who had already secured a leadership position on Olympus, was full of confidence and high spirits. He picked up a dry twig and sketched it in front of his older brothers and sisters, talking eloquently.

"Actually, it's quite simple. We have three things to do now."

"First, let's raise our banners and declare war on Mount Otrothus. We have no fear, for we are destiny itself! It is the old gods who have violated the laws of procreation who should be afraid!"

"Secondly, secretly contact all the young Titans who want to rebel against Kronos's brutal rule. The existence of those old men is causing this world to rot!"

"It's time to inject some fresh blood into Greece."

"Third, once the situation stabilizes, we can visit the Earth Mother Goddess and gain her support."

"After all, victory, whether it's divine will or divine intervention, will only side with the strong."

The gods nodded in agreement, understanding Zeus's decision to postpone seeking Gaia's guidance.

As descendants of Titans, they are more aware than anyone of the utilitarianism and selfishness flowing through their veins.

Without any merit, how could one expect the Earth Mother Goddess to step forward and help her grandson punish her son?

Of course, even though this newly born god-king answered fluently and displayed extraordinary wisdom, none of the people present were fools.

These feasible and sound strategies must have at least been carefully considered by Metis.

In exploring how to implement the second point, the goddess of wisdom demonstrated extraordinary insight.

Her answers to questions like who should be tempted by power and position, which factions should be divided by conflict, and who deserves attention and is worth winning over, are often incisive.

The situation, which was originally shrouded in mystery, gradually became clear as Metis provided insightful analysis, revealing the underlying details.

Finally, the goddess of wisdom did not forget to expand on the strategy, offering a broader perspective.

"In fact, it's not just about winning over the younger generation of Titan bloodlines; the twelve Titans are not a monolithic entity either."

"There are many who are dissatisfied with that god-king."

"For example, your mother Rhea, the goddess of time, and my father Oceanus, the god of the great rivers and ocean currents, are suitable individuals to prioritize for communication and contact,"

"Even if we can't get them to completely side with Olympus, simply remaining neutral in the upcoming war of the gods would be a huge success!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they felt even more confident of victory.

Although Cronus usurped the throne, he wasn't necessarily more popular.

Now that Gaia, the Earth Mother, has lost her support, the suppressed thoughts among the twelve Titans will probably grow wildly like weeds.

Therefore, their uncles and elders are not necessarily enemies.

After a night of discussion, everyone was completely convinced by Metis and listened attentively to the arrangements she made through her boyfriend Zeus.

After calming their minds, the gods drank the dew and wine with great relish, and savored meat and fruit.

After decades, they finally broke free from the body of their cruel father, breathing freely and enjoying the wonders of the world.

The atmosphere was intoxicating, and the goddess, her face flushed with intoxication, caressed Zeus's handsome cheeks with a look of fascination and asked him questions with curiosity.

"My king, if the new gods of Olympus truly fulfill their destiny, how will you repay me?"

Zeus put his arm around Metis's slender waist and laughed heartily.

"Of course I choose you to be my goddess, so we can share the joy of victory together."

Metis traced the lines of Zeus's chest with his fingertips, chuckled, and shook his head.

"not enough…"

"How about adding one of my hearts?"

"Ugh, who wants your heart..."

The Greek soothsayer, quite adept at flirting, reached out and grasped the goddess of wisdom's soft hand, his expression one of doting affection.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

Metis leaned against Zeus's chest, her purple eyes reflecting the vast starry sky. Her fingers gently stroked her lower abdomen, and a deep and solemn expression appeared on her pretty face.

"I want our children to inherit everything we have, and even surpass us..."

"So promise me, you'll save the best things in this world for her!"

Zeus chuckled and nodded casually, but in the instant Metis was lost in reverie, the new king of the gods turned his gaze to the three dazzling figures before the campfire.

Hades and Poseidon, who thought they had a better chance of winning over their sisters by eliminating rivals, never dreamed that their youngest brother was a ruthless man who wanted them all.

Moreover, even among the twelve Titans who should have been paired up, four or five are still single.

Therefore, even if you have a passion for orthopedics, you may not necessarily have the opportunity to pursue orthopedics.

Love is inherently blind and full of uncertainty.

Chapter Seventeen: Mom, Dinner's Time (1/2)

On the wasteland, towering figures trampled and roared, streaking and shooting stars plummeted from the sky, boulders and magical energy flew everywhere, and the domains of divine power and authority burst forth with dazzling aurora in the collision.

The land was ravaged, riddled with craters resembling those from a meteorite impact, and nearby mountains were uprooted.

Within the cracked riverbed, a torrent of turbid water surged forth, washing away the surrounding traces of war.

In the valleys, forests, and ravines ravaged by war, the corpses of Titans and mythical beasts lay piled one on top of another.

They ranged in size from towering like mountains to several meters tall, each with a unique shape. Blood flowed like rivers beneath them, and the heavy stench of blood permeated the surrounding area. The raging ether was almost solidified.

Since Zeus and his six siblings successfully escaped and raised an army, the war between the new gods and the old gods on Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus has lasted for nearly ten years.

Due to the commands and calls of the old gods, and the lobbying and persuasion of the new gods, different factions and species with different purposes began to join their respective camps, hoping to get a share of the spoils from the war.

Moreover, it wasn't just a struggle between the new and the old gods; enemies of different races and identities, and even fathers, sons, and brothers within the same race, also used this as an excuse to settle old scores and grievances based on accumulated conflicts.

Those who wanted to kill their relatives to seize power, and those who wanted to clean house, all took the opportunity to act.

From the sky to the sea, from the deep valleys to the land, from the marshes to the rivers, everywhere was filled with carnage, and the whole world was in complete chaos.

Those Titans and monsters who were unwilling to participate closed their doors and dared not show themselves.

However, there are also many who take advantage of the situation to lurk in the shadows and try to fish in troubled waters.

As night fell, after a brief exchange of probing glances, the Titans and the Olympian gods, having barely lost a hair, tacitly ceased their fighting and dispersed, each retreating to their respective bases to recuperate.

Having already enjoyed power and comfort before gaining an overwhelming advantage, they naturally have no desire to risk their lives.

Even if you defeat a powerful enemy, you will inevitably suffer serious injuries and a decline in strength.

Even if I manage to get back alive, I'll probably be in even greater danger.

After all, these days, even fathers and sons, brothers, can't be trusted. What they need to guard against is not just the ambitious Olympian gods.

Those teammates who only show up but don't actually contribute might take the opportunity to stab you in the back, erode your divine authority, and seize your divine position.

According to preliminary estimates of the casualty ratio, nearly half of them mysteriously disappeared in the darkness before dawn.

Therefore, those who truly fought to the death were actually the lower-ranking gods and monsters who joined different factions, eager to gain a foothold and prove their loyalty.

Night fell completely, shrouding the starlight in darkness.

On Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus, the gods sat around the campfire, enjoying fine food, drinking and talking, and boasting of their valor during the day.

Similarly, those lower-ranking deities who were not qualified to enter the holy land also began to join another carnival and feast.

Immediately, rustling sounds came from the river, forest, valley, and marshland.

Shadows of varying shapes crept furtively toward the battlefield ruins of the daytime, vying for the divine blood and divinity remaining in the corpses.

Numerous small and medium-sized magical beasts, which rely on scent to sense the ether, also ventured in, scavenging for scraps and growing stronger.

To the exceptionally gifted pure-blooded Titans, the power left behind by these lower-ranking gods was mixed and filthy, and they wouldn't even deign to look at it.

The gods and monsters, who have long fought and devoured at the bottom of the food chain, naturally accept all comers, lying on the corpses of enemies or friends during the day, gnawing on bones and eating flesh.

As soon as dawn breaks, the gods and monsters who participated in the feast will automatically disperse, leaving behind a cleaned-up battlefield.

This dazzling stage during the day will ultimately be reserved for the two main protagonists, Olympus and Mount Olympus, to showcase their muscles and power.

However, because energy transfer decreases progressively from low to high in the food chain, the monsters and deities in the middle and lower levels are often numerous.

Therefore, the feast had many participants and lasted only a short time, but the resources of corpses were quite limited, making competition an inevitable scene.

The more intense the battlefield during the day, the more high-quality corpses there are, and the more brutal the fighting and killing becomes at night.

It has to be said, it all seems extremely ironic.

In a deep valley riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, a group of low- to mid-level gods and monsters, gazing at the ruins where divinity had been completely drained, menacingly surrounded two slender figures.

"Oh, another batch of food delivery has arrived, but I'm already a bit full."

The snake's vertical pupils opened and closed as it looked around. The handsome man smacked his lips, chuckled, and shook his head.

The opponent's flippancy enraged these impure-blooded, mostly bestial beings, gods and monsters. They roared and charged toward the center, ready to tear apart and devour the little thing that had monopolized the benefits.

The ancient serpent raised its hand and patted the head of another figure, its lips curling into a ferocious smile in the darkness.

"Ti Ma..."

"...Dinner's ready!"

The adorable goddess next to him, with the Touch of Earth above her head, instantly turned fierce upon hearing the command, her cross-shaped pupils flashing with malice. Her body swelled, and the sound of her bones and muscles stretching and deforming was enough to make one's teeth ache.

In the blink of an eye, a mythical creature, tens of meters long and with emerald green dragon wings on its back, displayed an elegant yet ferocious form.

With a swipe of the dragon's claws, the earth trembled violently, and the rising soil immediately sealed the gap in the deep valley, turning this place into a tight prison.

"Aaaa!!!"

Immediately, monosyllable chants of varying lengths reverberated from the monster's mouth, magic circles rose and lit up, and beams of red, dark, and blue magic swept across.

A flash of blood appeared as nearly a third of the lower- and mid-level magical beasts were brutally sliced ​​apart, their blood spurting everywhere.

Like a black tide of ocean waves, it spread from the side of the dragon beast and swept all the way. The intense danger made the charging demonic beasts and gods panic and turn around to flee.

However, within this closed cage, no creature could escape the dragon beast's pursuit.

Driven to the brink of desperation, the monsters turned and rushed forward in a desperate fight.

As for gods and monsters, physical bodies and magic are often two different branches of evolution.

Since this monster's magic is so powerful, perhaps her physical body is relatively fragile, which may be the source of her survival.

But as the first few centaurs to approach were smashed into mincemeat with a single claw, the rest of the monsters trembled instinctively, their eyes filled with despair.

So, compared to the screen full of magical area-of-effect attacks, your physical strength is the most terrifying thing. What the hell is this game?!

Immediately, screams and wails echoed from the deep valley, turning the entire valley into a scene resembling hell.

At dawn, as a ray of sunlight breaks through the earth's surface, the battle between Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus is about to begin.

The battlefield, littered with corpses yesterday, is now clean and empty, with only the crimson, overturned soil hinting at the grandeur of last night's feast.

Chapter 18. The pockmarks aren't just pockmarks, they're a trap! (2/2)

The waters of Cilicia.

Under the shade of the trees, Tina tiptoed, grabbed a ripe fig, and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Don't move it yet, it needs to be peeled."

With a light laugh, Samael flicked the smooth forehead of the goddess's juvenile form with his finger, patiently taking the purplish-red fig and peeling it after softening it.

After waiting a moment, Tina finally got to eat the fruit. She grabbed Samael's outstretched wrist, swallowed it in one gulp, and looked longingly at the person who had fed her.