Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Immediately, the ancient serpent's expression turned serious. It stepped forward, raised its hand, and spread its fingers, revealing a purple scale that it had treasured for a long time, which shimmered with a ghostly light.

At the same time, the egg below, under this pull, also began to gather light spots, and the internal fetal movements echoed it.

Immediately afterwards, Samael held the scales in his palm, his five fingers clenched inward, and his fingernails crushed the purple scales before piercing his palm.

The golden-red of the blood and the eerie purple of the scales blended together, seeping into the eggshell and gradually merging with the petite figure curled up in the corner inside.

Oh, destiny, destiny.

I'm actually quite grateful to you now, Marduk.

Samael slowly raised his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Destiny records the trajectory of the operation of all things and the journey of life.

Using this scale from Gorgon, the past that Anna and the Beast Goddess originally experienced together will be projected into her consciousness under the illumination of destiny.

In other words, as soon as she is born, this girl will remember everything she experienced in the Mesopotamian world, just as if she were in a dream with a clear consciousness.

Gilgamesh, Siduri, Merlin, Leonidas—each a vivid name.

The places like the North Highlands, Nippur, Uruk, the cedar forest, and Eriduna, each filled with memories, represent another vibrant chapter of her life.

It will not be forgotten, it will never be erased.

As the last wisp of light was absorbed by the tiny outline inside the egg, the ancient snake nodded in satisfaction and gently patted the eggshell, which was shaking more violently and shimmering with fluorescence.

"Don't worry, get some sleep. I'll wait for you to wake up, little Anna."

That gentle voice seemed to have a soothing magic, gradually calming the trembling purplish-red egg, and causing the embryo swimming in the egg liquid to curl up into a small ball.

Meanwhile, at Daphne's home, Themis, who was leaning back in a wicker chair and looking through manuscripts alone, suddenly looked up. Her eyes, hidden beneath the black veil, shone brightly like starlight as she stared straight ahead.

In the darkness, Prometheus the prophet and Epimetheus the knower emerged from the bushes, coming together.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Metis's Cleverness (3/4)

Several days later, in front of the Water Margin Tree House.

A group of nymphs, heads drooping, gathered in the courtyard, looking rather dejected.

"Still haven't found it?"

Themis, sitting in the wicker chair, put down her manuscript and spoke calmly.

Daphne, who had already become the leader of the nymphs in the vicinity, stepped forward with her transparent wings, nodded her little head helplessly, and couldn't help but complain and mutter.

“I distinctly remember that Samael was a lazy guy who rarely went out.”

"I don't know why, but I haven't seen him and Tina for a long time this time."

"Moreover, I searched not only his home, but also all the places he frequented, and there wasn't a trace of him."

The goddess of justice nodded calmly and waved her hand, signaling the gathered nymphs to disperse and return home.

However, before leaving, Themis, as usual, distributed the high-purity ether fruits grown on Mount Oteris to these little creatures as payment for their errands.

The nymphs, who had failed to accomplish their task, spread their wings and scattered in shame, holding their small, purplish-red fruits, under the gentle insistence of the goddess.

The little girl, feeling unworthy of such an honor, secretly resolved that once she discovered the target's trail, she would immediately guide him to the Water Margin Treehouse.

As silence returned to the courtyard, Themis closed her manuscript, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

A few days ago, the prophet, along with the knower, came to the Cilician marshes to inform her of the changes in Olympus.

Because this goddess of justice and Metis, the queen of the gods, were on good terms, and because the two brothers had received favors from the goddess of wisdom.

Therefore, Prometheus subtly suggested that Themis make some private arrangements, such as having her attendant, who taught the queen of the gods chess, handle the communication and assistance.

When did Samael become my servant?

Did you think that by dragging him down with you, I would definitely stand on your side?

Metis, trying to be clever again.

The goddess of justice frowned deeply, her expression showing more annoyance and displeasure.

Admittedly, the niece made the necessary sacrifice in response to some potential threat.

But just as Themis kept her distance from the two generations of god-kings, she couldn't fully fathom Metis's plans.

This can be seen from Metis's actions of unhesitatingly pulling Samael onto his chariot in a moment of crisis after discovering his relationship with him.

While Cronus and Zeus were indeed power-hungry beings, that doesn't mean this niece, who was known as the goddess of wisdom, was a naive and indifferent woman.

To be honest, Themis now feels increasingly unfamiliar with Metis, and the sense of alienation between the two is becoming more and more serious.

Since Samael can't be found, that's even better. Anyway, I don't intend to let him go on an adventure to Mount Olympus in a muddle.

Being noticed by Metis is definitely not a good thing.

Currently, the power struggle between the new God King and God Queen is already showing signs of brewing. Anyone who is unaware of the truth and gets caught up in it may end up becoming a tool in their battle of wits.

For example, the Prometheus brothers are a good example.

With Samael's strength, if he were to get involved in the power struggle between the God King and God Queen, he probably wouldn't even be left with bones.

Now, due to differences in stance and ideas, she has largely remained neutral and has not participated in the struggle between Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus, which is already a considerable concession.

The rest, at most Themis would lend a hand to her niece in a crisis, or say a few words of justice for her, out of consideration for their past relationship.

It is utterly impossible to expect this goddess of justice to become mired in such an unjust power struggle, even sacrificing her beloved friends.

Moreover, an orderly civilization will surely prosper, while a country that cannot establish rules will surely descend into chaos.

The value of Samael's wisdom and the significance of perfecting the law far outweigh the conflicts and infighting among the gods; this is the future of Greece.

Themis examined the manuscript repeatedly, her thoughts racing. She secretly resolved that she would never let the treasure she had discovered be involved in it.

But then, the goddess of justice recalled the scene of taking the child from her brother Oceanus, holding him in her arms, and making her giggle, and her heart softened.

Someone as proud and arrogant as her actually went to such lengths to ask me for help.

It seems that Metis's situation on Mount Olympus is indeed very perilous.

Alright, I'll help if I can. When Zeus returns from his journey, I'll personally go and meet your good husband.

But the moment the decision surfaced in Themis's mind, for some reason, a sense of unease arose within her.

Unfortunately, the future became increasingly uncertain, and the goddess of justice, who once had a vague sense of destiny, was unable to receive a definite revelation.

Meanwhile, in the Sea of ​​Oceanus, at the edge of chaos.

Zeus gazed at the majestic phantom formed by the gathering of clouds before him, hesitated for a moment, and then respectfully lowered his head.

"It has been a long time, Father of the Titans, Your Majesty Uranus..."

"I have come here specifically to seek your help."

A cold, gloomy snort came from within the extremely unstable, illusory cloud shadow, where the body sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed.

"Help you? I wish you all, you bastards with traitorous blood flowing through your veins, would all die!"

Zeus, however, was unconvinced; instead, a hint of certainty appeared in his eyes as he began to speak eloquently.

“The one who hurt you was Cronus, the tyrant of Mount Otyrus, and I have had enough of his abuse.”

"Now that you have a common enemy, helping me is tantamount to helping yourself take revenge. Have you even forgotten the humiliation of the past?"

The words of this Olympian king were like a torch igniting an oil field.

The illusory cloud and mist surged violently, filled with a gloomy and oppressive red and black hue, and roared eerily like rolling thunder.

"Cronus! Cronus!"

Suddenly, three tall goddesses with blood-red eyes, bat wings, and serpentine pupils, wielding blazing torches or thorny whips, flew out of the thick fog, their faces ferocious, emitting bursts of shrill screams.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The Furies are said to have been formed from the blood of Uranus after he was castrated. Getting entangled with these creations born of supreme resentment is a recipe for disaster.

Zeus frowned slightly, subconsciously distancing himself from the three Furies, and a sense of gloom settled over the journey.

It seems that, due to the deprivation of his reproductive rights, this increasingly frail Heavenly Father has become somewhat insane and hysterical.

Just as this Olympian god-king was having second thoughts, the illusory cloud gradually stabilized, and its voice added a touch of playful sneer.

"Help me get revenge? Fine! Very well!"

Uranus's phantom slightly raised its hand, causing the sea to churn and white bubbles to rise. A pure white seashell shaped like a lotus leaf slowly rose to the surface, carried by the waves.

Under Zeus's furrowed brow and watchful gaze, the shell clicked open.

A blonde, blue-eyed goddess with porcelain-like skin, adorned with a fern-shaped crown, a red dot between her brows, and hair cascading down her shoulders, is curled up naked and fast asleep.

Just one glance was enough to make this Olympian king's blood boil, his throat go dry, and a certain part of his groin harden like iron.

"Zeus, accept my gift, and everything will be as you wish!"

Chapter Twenty-Six: You're a Real Dog! (4/4)

Uranus's voice grew increasingly ethereal, and his phantom vanished, leaving only the vessel that held the goddess adrift on the waves.

Seeing that the object was about to sink into the sea, Zeus immediately suppressed his hesitation, mobilized his divine power, bent his finger to grab the white shell, and pried it open.

The sleeping figure inside slowly awakens, yawning softly, her every move stirring Zeus's heartstrings.

The goddess, naked and displaying her exquisite curves, bowed gracefully with a charming smile, as radiant as a spring breeze.

“My king, by the command of the Father God, Aphrodite obeys your command.”

Zeus stared wide-eyed, the interplay of their powers giving him a vague sense of what Uranus's gift truly was.

As a growing sense of understanding dawned on the face of the Olympian king, his gaze toward the delicate beauty grew increasingly ardent.

In this way, we can proceed with the subsequent plans with great confidence.

More than a month later, on the shores of Oceanus, the handsome silver-haired god-king, with women on his left and right, led his three successfully seduced girlfriends ashore, full of pride.

In addition to Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, and Leto, the goddess of nurturing, he also abducted another daughter of his father-in-law, Oceanus.

Metis now has a companion, so she doesn't need to overwork herself and can just focus on resting and taking care of her pregnancy.

Zeus's eyes gleamed with a hint of smugness as he glanced back at the receding horizon, still feeling a touch of regret.

Unfortunately, the temple of the goddess of justice was completely empty, with dust covering the tables and chairs, as if she had not returned to live there for a long time.

Otherwise, my trip would have been even more perfect.

Immediately, the Olympian king abruptly ended his thoughts and lightly tapped his thunder scepter.

The man and three women in front, along with Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, who was following far behind, all transformed into lightning bolts and traveled across the sky.

After several days of rapid travel, four bolts of lightning fell from the clouds and landed in front of Mount Olympus.

Under Zeus's sweet words, the three wives fell in love with him and obediently went to Olympus first.

The god-king, who had stopped in place, then stretched out his arm to intercept Aphrodite, who was lagging behind, and reached out to take her hand, trying to get closer to her.

The goddess of love and beauty chuckled and subtly restrained Zeus's clutches.

"I felt Themis's invitation in that watery area just now. Why don't you accompany me on another trip?"

Zeus smiled, his eyes blazing with intense fire.

Aphrodite curled her fingers and raised her hand, stroking the brow of this lustful god-king.

Before Zeus, his mind wandering, could open his arms and embrace the lovely woman, the goddess of love and beauty, like a bird dodging a hawk's swoop, nimbly slipped out from under his arms.

A string of silvery laughter echoed in his ears, making the god-king even more restless, and he pursed his dry lips.

I'll eat you up sooner or later!

Zeus, aroused by the teasing, hummed with pleasure.

Although this fairy had avoided his pursuit and advances since her birth, he had never succeeded in winning her heart.

However, Aphrodite always manages to give him something new just when he's about to get bored; she's truly a captivating little wildcat.

Well, we're already on Mount Olympus, in my hands, so there's no rush to enjoy them.