Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Prometheus, who was below the court, felt the scrutiny falling on him, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly began to defend himself.

"Your Majesty, we have not yet found a suitable way to win the favor of all the goddesses. Perhaps we should wait until we have a definite answer before reporting back."

Zeus narrowed his eyes, conjuring a thunder scepter and a sheepskin shield in his hands. An immense pressure swept over him, and his voice was chilling.

"Prometheus, you are fooling the gods!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down. It was...it was me who said it. It has nothing to do with my brother."

The dim-witted one tried his best to explain, but upon seeing the increasingly cold gaze in Zeus's eyes, the wine instantly turned into cold sweat.

He's really going to kill someone!

The prophet helplessly pulled his foolish brother back, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes.

This strategy of sowing discord between the God-King and God-Queen is proposed, but it cannot be implemented.

Zeus definitely needed to find someone to take the blame and prove to his wife that he was truly sincere.

To be honest, he was thinking about going home. Although the people on Titan weren't very bright, sometimes it was just as dangerous to be in a position when the person in charge was too smart.

Since the birth of Zeus, it seems that all predictions related to fate have become more or less uncertain.

Even when I rack my brains, the inexplicable fog in my mind that hinders my perception keeps the future in a hazy state.

As a prophet, his foresight was greatly diminished, as he could only vaguely see that Olympus would be the victor in the future, and Prometheus turned to him for refuge.

But he never expected that this god-king would be so unscrupulous, forcing him to devise a plan to divide the Titans and submit a pledge of loyalty, and now he was even preparing to make him a scapegoat.

Even though he was vigilant and refused to fall into the trap, he couldn't stop his foolish younger brother from making a mess in front of the gods, and in the end, he was dragged down with him.

Was I really too hasty?

There's no other way but to take a gamble.

Prometheus sighed inwardly, and without resistance, raised his hands and stepped forward, offering his neck for execution, his clear eyes gazing wistfully at the throne.

However, the gaze quietly lingered on the face of Metis, the queen of the gods.

Just as the new God-King, wielding a thunder scepter in one hand and a sheepskin shield in the other, was becoming increasingly enraged, the oppressive power of the heavenly gods reached its peak.

A soft chuckle from the side of the throne eased the tense atmosphere. Metis raised her delicate hand and gently placed it on the back of her husband's hand, stroking it lightly, her gaze gentle and tender.

"Forgive them, my king. Put away your narrow-mindedness and suspicion, and show the magnanimity that a king should have."

"Prometheus was a great prophet. What he saw was not all, but as long as he dared to speak it out, it meant it was feasible."

As the divine will that had been locking onto him dissipated, Prometheus, who had survived the ordeal, had his back soaked with cold sweat.

He immediately bowed to express his humility and gratitude, then pulled his distraught younger brother back to his original seat.

At the same time, the goddess of wisdom pulled her husband to sit down, gently stroking his chest as if to quell his anger, while nestling close to him and playfully asking him questions.

"My king, will your love for me change?"

"Of course not, I can cut open my heart and show you this sincerity!"

Zeus immediately put away his thunder scepter and sheepskin shield, his gaze tender and full of composure.

"Ugh, why would I want to see your heart..."

Metis chuckled, drawing circles on the king of gods' chest with his fingertips before pausing for a moment with a radiant smile.

"Go to the edge of the Oceanus Sea, to the boundary where the sky and the sea are still locked in a stalemate,"

"Perhaps, what you need is there."

"You should know that there is another supreme being who hates Cronus even more than Gaia, the Earth Mother."

Except for one person who realized it later, all the gods were insightful and immediately understood.

Yes, Father Uranus, how could we forget about him!

The hatred for having a chicken stolen is irreconcilable!

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Master of Feigning Confusion (4/4, 2.7k)

"Alright, you can discuss the specifics yourselves. I'm getting tired."

Metis lazily rose, waved his hand, and prepared to walk toward the palace.

"Slow down, be careful of the child."

Zeus, standing nearby, smiled wryly and immediately summoned a loyal hundred-handed giant from behind him to attend to his wife who was about to give birth.

"I don't like this guy, he's too ugly."

The goddess of wisdom pointed at the Titan monster beside her with a half-smile, rolling her eyes coquettishly.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to go on a long trip, and during that time, as your husband, I need to consider your safety.”

"It will protect you from a distance, as long as it doesn't bother you as much as possible."

"Metis, my love, pregnancy will weaken your divine power. For the sake of our child, and for your own sake, try to stay in Olympus and don't go anywhere. Be patient."

The god-king walked gracefully towards him, supporting his wife's delicate arm with genuine affection.

"But staying in the same place all the time is so boring."

Metis frowned slightly, seemingly displeased and troubled.

"That's easy. You can bring whatever you like or want to Olympus to relieve your boredom."

Zeus was completely devoted to his wife who was about to give birth, responding with a loving smile and affectionate gaze.

"Then, I want half of this shield for my daughter to play with. Will you give it to me?"

Metis smiled and pointed to the sheepskin shield in her husband's hand, her expression playful.

How did you know it was a daughter?

"I'm pregnant, of course I know! She kicks my belly every day, she's so naughty."

Zeus touched his nose, raised his hand to feel the baby's movements in his wife's abdomen, while Metis rolled her eyes coquettishly.

The God-King, feeling scorned, gave an awkward laugh, then turned around, his expression turning serious. He casually raised his Thunder Scepter and cleaved the sheepskin shield in two.

Then, a Cyclops who had heard the news arrived, took the two broken shields, and muttered with a pained expression.

"Go, forge this into two shields, and when my daughter is born, as her father, let my authority protect her."

The gods who remained in the temple looked on in astonishment, exchanging bewildered glances. Even they, as outsiders, began to feel a pang of regret.

The powerful offensive artifact, the Thunder Scepter, and the near-perfect defensive artifact, the Sheepskin Shield, together form a perfect combination of offense and defense, making them virtually invincible.

However, this treasure, painstakingly crafted by the Cyclops, was destroyed by Zeus himself because of Metis's request, which was tantamount to leaving himself vulnerable.

Such pampering has reached its peak.

"Who wants your broken shield? You can't look at it, play with it, or eat it. I was just kidding, and you were stupid enough to take it seriously."

Metis paused slightly, rolled his eyes and glanced disdainfully at the two artifact fragments that the Cyclops had taken to Mount Etna, speaking in a light tone.

"I'll give you my heart, whatever you ask for."

Zeus looked at his wife with a serious expression and a gentle gaze.

Metis turned her head away, her purple eyes looking elsewhere, and yawned listlessly.

"Oh, right, I saw an interesting game at my Aunt Themis's place. I'll have her come over and teach me so we can pass the time together."

"Well, Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus are still locked in a standoff, and if news of my voyage is leaked, it could very well provoke a counterattack from the other side."

Zeus, the king of the gods, looked troubled and helplessly glanced at his wife.

"Then let her attendant do it; the child knows how to play this kind of game anyway."

Metis, the goddess of wisdom, sighed and shrugged, resigning herself to a less desirable option.

"as long as you are happy."

Zeus's brow relaxed, he nodded slightly, and watched his wife return to her palace with tender affection.

Unbeknownst to him, all the gods below had already left, and the god-king slowly walked to the center of the throne and sat down comfortably.

Those blue and white eyes gazed down into the empty hall, and her fingertips gently caressed her last remaining thunder scepter as if touching a lover's skin.

At the foot of a secluded mountain somewhere in Olympus, Prometheus slapped his brother across the face, veins bulging on his forehead, his expression cold and stern.

Go back and think carefully about why you got slapped!

The slow learner, meek and submissive in front of his elder brother, nodded aggrievedly, but dared not utter the slightest rebuttal.

If his brother says he's wrong, then he must be wrong, but he doesn't yet know exactly where he went wrong.

"Also, you should avoid dealing with Zeus's family in the future. Don't listen to anything they say, and don't accept anything they offer."

Prometheus looked at his brother's unwavering obedience and admiration, sighed helplessly, and gave him earnest advice.

"why?"

The person who found out later instinctively asked a question, but immediately felt that it was somewhat rash and foolish, and their face turned embarrassed.

"Asking questions when you don't understand is a form of progress, and it's always better than being presumptuous."

Prometheus did not reprimand his somewhat bewildered brother. Instead, he looked up at Mount Olympus, which was shrouded in thunderclouds, and murmured meaningfully.

"This family are all masters of feigning ignorance; each one is ruthless to the core..."

The prophet lowered his head, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

Perhaps for a long time to come, this goddess should step back from the decision-making body and focus on her pregnancy.

"I feel that His Majesty the God-King and His Queen are quite loving. To please his wife, he even personally shattered his most precious sheepskin shield. Isn't that enough?"

Those who only learned later remained confused and bewildered, but since his elder brother had spoken beforehand, he simply voiced his doubts.

"Where did the sheepskin shield come from?"

Prometheus glanced at his brother and gave a slight snort.

"It is said that Zeus skinned a female goat on the island of Crete, and the three Cyclopes worked together to create it on Mount Etna."

Those who found out later answered instinctively, still somewhat puzzled.

"That mother goat on Crete was his wet nurse who raised him with her milk..."

Prometheus spoke softly, then recalled the two who shared the throne, their battles, though unseen, were sharp and deadly. His voice was low and somber.

"Once, for a defensive artifact, he skinned and gutted his own goat nurse; now, to please Metis, he has split the goatskin shield in two..."

"In the future, he can use any other reason to stab his wife in the back, understand?"

"Besides, our God-King is already doing it, only this time he's using a blunt knife that doesn't hurt as much."

The elder brother explained it so clearly that even the slow learner, no matter how foolish, understood to some extent, and his voice became hoarse.

"Zeus, is he seizing power?"

The brothers were used as pawns, becoming the spearhead pointed at Metis.

This god-king took advantage of his wife's weakened state during her pregnancy to launch a secret attack, and even sent a hundred-armed giant under the guise of protection to monitor the goddess of wisdom who was about to become a mother.

Similarly, Metis was not to be trifled with, and he forced Zeus to disable his defensive artifact.

This is just the surface of the couple's power struggles; who knows how much more they're doing behind the scenes, countering each other's moves?

The honest man felt a chill run down his spine, only then realizing how the two people on the surface had been stabbing each other in the back while smiling.

Zeus's sinister intentions made him feel indignant on behalf of Metis, the queen of the gods, who had just spoken up to resolve the crisis for her and her brother.

"Isn't Your Majesty afraid of being exposed?"

“Expose? Zeus is telling the truth.”

Prometheus responded calmly, his tone serene, leaving the onlookers bewildered.

"Does he still really love Metis?"

"Of course I love you, the kind of love that's willing to give my heart and soul, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hide it from Metis's scrutiny."

Under his brother's puzzled and questioning gaze, Prometheus nodded seriously, but then a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"However, he also loved himself, and loved that supreme power even more!"

"We all have the bestial instinct to pursue power in our blood."