Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Okay, okay, I'll look again, I'll look again."

Samael patted Tina's head helplessly, picked dozens of figs from nearby, placed them in banana leaves, and peeled and fed the divine body as he walked.

As a hint of mockery flashed in the ancient snake's eyes, he tossed or flicked the fig pulp in his hand at varying angles.

Tina's cross-shaped eyes were fixed on the food. She would jump or crouch down, like a puppy catching a frisbee, and swallow the food steadily into her mouth.

Watching the adorable figure twirling and jumping around him, Samael was suddenly struck by a rebellious thought.

So, would you call this... discipline?

"Aww!"

Just as the rebellious son was lost in thought, Tina grabbed his arm and swallowed the last fig in his hand.

Furthermore, the goddess's delicate pink tongue lingered as she licked the ancient snake's palm, which still held the juice, bringing a tingling, numb sensation.

Samael was captivated, staring at the fingers that had been sucked clean and the pink tongue that was licking and scraping them. His face flushed red and his steps became unsteady.

Once she was sure she couldn't squeeze out any more juice, Tina reluctantly released the ancient snake's grasp, rubbing her round little belly with a look of contentment on her pretty face.

The intense feeling of fullness left the goddess, who was well-fed and drowsy, with hazy eyes and yawning.

Similarly, Samael, standing nearby, was also infected by the yawn and began to miss the comfortable soft sleeper at home.

Yeah, there were so many food deliveries, I'm a bit stuffed.

Of course, the food I ate last night was not fruit or meat, but real divinity and spiritual essence.

For the past decade, everything has been proceeding steadily as Samael had envisioned.

The gods of Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus fought during the day and rested at night, while he and Tina stayed at night to clean up the battlefield and collect the divinity and spiritual cores from the corpses.

In any case, one of them is a secondary account of the Origin Mother Goddess, and the other is an ancient serpent with the power of beasts, from which the spirit origin blueprint can be supplemented.

Those impure divine elements that might affect the purity of their bloodline are easily digested by them.

In just a few years of taking advantage of the chaos, the two of them made rapid progress in their strength, advancing from lower-level gods to middle-level gods.

However, Samael's unpredictable fate and Tina's extraordinary origin status meant that even when facing groups of lower and middle-ranking gods, the two of them could only slaughter them in a one-sided manner.

During this period, they even joined forces to kill several high-ranking gods for a feast.

The higher gods are almost the pinnacle of the degraded bloodline advancement. The main gods above them undergo a qualitative change in their dominance and are not so easy to deal with.

Overall, Samael and Tina are now capable of roaming freely in half of the Chirichia Marshland, possessing the corresponding ability to protect themselves.

Of course, out of caution, the Ancient Serpent still chose to fire and move on, and basically did not stay in one fixed battlefield for long.

Each time they ventured out under the cover of night and in the shadow of fate's divine presence, they would eat and drink their fill, then retreat back into their caves deep within the Qiliqia marshes to sleep and digest.

As long as the few main gods don't cause trouble, their lives are quite comfortable and fulfilling.

Just as Samael and Tina, feeling sleepy, were preparing to go home to catch up on sleep and digest their food, Daphne, who was leading her nymph friends on a search, saw the two of them, her eyes lit up, and she immediately flapped her wings and surrounded them.

"Quickly, Samael, you must help me this time!"

The impetuous little girl grabbed the ancient snake's fingers without saying a word and dragged it home.

"What happened now? Did your prank on those parchment scrolls in Astraea get caught?"

"no!"

"Could it be that you've ruined some family's nymph and some uncle or elder has come to complain to your door?"

"How could that be! I've been super well-behaved lately!"

"Let me make this clear first, I won't plead for you about throwing away your books and skipping the exam."

"I've already been beaten up, who needs your pleading!"

Faced with Samael's persistent and suspicious questioning, Daphne, covered in black, shook her head repeatedly.

The girl eventually got a headache from all the questioning and immediately revealed the catastrophic trouble she was facing.

"My aunt and cousin said something, and their faces looked really grim; they almost started arguing!"

"Go find your dad to mediate the fight."

"Ever since my cousin started living here, my dad ran away, and I haven't seen him for years..."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"My cousin listens to you the most..."

"No way! Your cousin might not necessarily be at a disadvantage."

"That's my home! If even you don't help, they'll start fighting and my home will be gone! You can't be a bad friend!"

Looking at Daphne, who was crying and clinging to him and refusing to let go, the ancient snake's lips twitched slightly, and his face darkened.

In the end, after the little nymph's persistent pleading and Tina's tugging at her clothes and her starry eyes, Samael had no choice but to give in.

And so, a renowned arbitrator from the Cilician Waters, surrounded by a group of nymphs, strode confidently toward the small house not far ahead.

However, the moment Daphne stepped inside, she was dumbfounded.

Because, not only was there no sign of tension inside, the two goddesses who had been arguing fiercely earlier were now sitting peacefully in front of the rattan chairs, drinking tea and playing chess, in a very harmonious atmosphere.

"Daphne, what's going on?"

Across from her, an elegant goddess with long, flowing silver hair and deep purple eyes picked up a chess piece and curiously turned to look at the noisy doorway.

"Oh, this is Samael. He's here today as a guest and has come specifically to see his cousin Astraea."

"By the way, the animal chess game you're playing was also invented by him. In short, this guy is amazing!"

The nymph fairy immediately stepped aside, making way for the ancient serpent guarding the center. She turned around with a dry laugh, leaving behind a perfunctory remark, and flapped her wings to escape through the gap.

"Cousin Astraea, and Aunt Metis, you two chat first, I'm going to pick some mushrooms to prepare lunch!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of flying nymphs shrank their bodies and scattered like dragonflies.

When Samael turned around, there was no one behind him. Even Tina, who was waiting outside the door, had been dragged into the jungle by this group of disloyal kids.

Wait, that brat seemed to have called out my name just now.

Aunt Metis? Metis, the goddess of wisdom! Isn't that Zeus's queen and Athena's mother?

Dry!

The ancient snake felt a chill run down its spine and cautiously moved backward, preparing to make a silent escape.

Nonsense! Why would they come here to join the fun if they didn't run away?

Not to mention that he and Tina were out at night and kept hiding during the day, treating a large group of low- and mid-level gods and monsters from both factions as snacks, resulting in a criminal record.

Moreover, these two big shots are a Titan chief god of Mount Olympus and a strategist of Mount Olympus.

The topics that could spark their arguments are obviously troublesome, and listening to them too much might get you silenced.

However, as soon as Samael moved, the Queen of Olympus, holding a chess piece, turned her head with a half-smile.

"Since we have guests, please come in and sit down. I'm not very familiar with this kind of game, so I need a teacher who knows the rules."

Chapter Nineteen: Mischievous, Calling Her Auntie (1/4)

Inside the room, the atmosphere was eerie. The ancient snake, who had been invited to observe and provide guidance, was stiff, feeling an invisible pressure coming from both sides.

Unlike the semi-competitive, semi-entertainment game between Samael and Themis in the past, the contest between the goddess of wisdom and the goddess of justice on the chessboard was almost bloody, with each side launching rapid attacks.

Although the chessboard was a fierce battle with blood flowing everywhere, the two goddesses appeared calm and relaxed, chatting and laughing.

Samael watched this unfold, feeling a chill run down his spine. He obediently kept his eyes down, pretending to be a wooden doll.

"The fall of Otrothalos is inevitable. If you are willing, we will usher in a new era of order!"

"You should know very well that justice will be written by the victors, and only might makes right."

Metis pushed the chariot forward and patiently advised him.

"In this era, perhaps the law of the jungle prevails, but the justice I uphold has not stooped to favoring either side or personally participating in this unjust war."

Themis held a knight in front of her, her tone gentle yet firm, her eyes beneath the black veil seeming to pierce through time and space.

"Moreover, the former king of the gods of Mount Otyrus, having just overthrown the oppression of the father Uranus, was also full of ambition and summoned the Titans to reshape the world."

"But now, he indulges in wine and lust all day long, even summoning gods and monsters and ordering them to fight each other in the courtyard for his own amusement."

"How can you guarantee that Zeus won't be the next Cronus?"

Metis maintained his ambiguous smile, turning the Queen into a sharp blade that plunged into the heart of the enemy's chessboard, rampaging recklessly.

"I believe in my king, and I believe he will make the right choice."

Themis shook her head slightly, her expression calm yet revealing a hint of helplessness.

"Face reality, Metis, we share the same mad blood."

"God will not lower himself to truly pursue equality and justice for this world."

"Plunder and domination are in our nature."

The goddess of wisdom remained unperturbed, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly, a unique tenderness shimmering in her eyes.

“It’s okay, I can try and fail, and make another choice.”

The goddess of justice looked down, her expression changed slightly, and her tone instantly became more serious.

"You're playing with fire!"

The silver-haired sage seemed somewhat tired, leaning back in her chair with her delicate body reclining. Her deep gaze drifted towards the starry sky, her eyes holding a profound meaning.

"Time is running out. If Titan wants to continue, it must make a choice."

"Having an answer is better than having no answer, and even if the answer is wrong, I won't regret it."

Themis frowned and raised her voice.

"Metis!"

"Naughty girl, you should call me Auntie, Astraea."

Metis glanced at Samael beside him with amusement, then winked at the goddess of justice opposite him with a teasing wink.

Samael's eyelids twitched violently, and he had an urge to run away. He was afraid that if Themis couldn't hold back and started fighting with the Olympian queen opposite him, he would become an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

Goodness, this woman is a master of seduction; it's too dangerous to stay near her.

Making your own aunt call you "aunt" is like dancing in a minefield; only you would dare to do such a thing.

Themis bit her lower lip tightly, her face slightly stiffening.

“Metis…”

"Ok?"

“Aunt Metis…”

Finally, upon hearing this amusingly humiliating title, the goddess of wisdom, who had been dancing in the minefield, revealed a mischievous smile, like drinking ice water on a sweltering summer day, and her flickering gaze toward Samael took on a more enigmatic meaning.

It seems that Aunt Themis values ​​this little guy very much.

As Metis pondered, he casually moved his pieces forward, while Themis on the opposite side seemed to have been provoked into a fierce battle. Her strategy changed from a fair and square contest to a series of deadly moves and traps.

Soon, the goddess of wisdom, who had only recently started playing the game, had all her pieces wiped out, leaving only her commander, who was surrounded and gradually led to her execution.

Even the last shred of dignity that the wise man had to concede was taken away by Themis, who was now somewhat annoyed.

"Tsk, so fierce? Looks like she's really angry."

Metis clapped his hands, leaned back lazily in the wicker chair, picked up the flower cup, took a sip of the crystal dew, and as he turned his head, his narrow phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward.

“Samael, right? I really like this game; it’s intellectually stimulating and fun. Why don’t you come back to Olympus with me and teach me how to play chess?”

"Metis!"

Before the increasingly stressed Samael could answer, Themis suddenly stood up, pointed to the door, and her expression turned cold.

"You should go back!"

If you can't afford to play along, then you can't afford to play along. You agreed to call her "aunt," but then you changed your mind. That's so rude.

The goddess of wisdom muttered to herself, stretched and got up, giving the goddess of justice a wry smile.

"You really aren't going to help me?"