Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The goddess of justice spoke in a deep voice, raised her hand to her sword, and revealed a half-inch of its sharpness from its sheath.

"The enforcement of the law will certainly require my help, you..."

Just as Zeus was unwilling to give up and continued to pester, a dark shadow darted out from outside the door. A three-headed dog, as big as a calf, rushed into the house and barked at the god-king.

"Cerberus, sit down!"

A shout rang out, and a handsome man with long black hair and deep, blood-red snake eyes stepped into the room.

"Wang Woo!"

The completely tamed Cerberus trotted up to the man, its tongue lolling out, barking like a seasoned sycophant.

“You’ve come, Samael…”

When Themis saw that familiar figure, she immediately turned her head and revealed her tender feelings. She stepped forward and took the ancient serpent's hand in hers, gently leaning against it, her cheeks flushed.

Upon seeing this, Zeus's face darkened, and he felt a strong sense of humiliation.

"Themis, how dare you refuse me for such a piece of trash!"

However, before the god-king could make a move, the indoor temperature plummeted, and a solemn hum emanated from the magnificent sword sheath.

"boom!"

In an instant, a sharp arc of light flashed, like the edge of a new moon, seemingly about to cleave the mortal world in two.

This sudden attack caught Zeus off guard, and he was blasted away by the blast wave.

"Themis! You're insane!"

The god-king, covered in dust and grime, crawled out of the bushes and roared angrily.

But then, an even more powerful force slashed through the air, carving out a trench tens of meters long in its path.

Zeus hastily summoned his thunder scepter to block the sword light that was aimed at him.

Immediately, he noticed the surging waves of divine power rising steadily inside the dilapidated house. After cursing under his breath, he turned into lightning and distanced himself far away.

She's serious!

Zeus was immediately startled, gritted his teeth in hatred, and looked at him with fear.

With his decisive battle against Otyrus imminent, he absolutely could not allow his efforts to be in vain because of a fierce fight with that madwoman Themis.

She's just a woman, let her go crazy.

This power-hungry creature, after weighing the pros and cons, decisively swallowed its anger and turned back towards Olympus.

Meanwhile, in the half-collapsed waterside treehouse, Samael slightly withdrew his fingers, his snake-like eyes gazing into the depths of the dense forest, and subconsciously began to move forward.

Although the aura emanating from that uninvited guest has disappeared, it's best to check the traces first, just to be on the safe side.

However, before he could pull his right arm out of Themis's grasp, a tremendous force suddenly pulled him from behind.

Samael nearly stumbled and fell, a sharp cracking sound coming from his shoulder blade as if a bone had dislocated.

Then, her slightly cool, soft hand caressed the ancient snake's cheek, her burning gaze piercing through the black veil.

"Don't go, Samael..."

At the same time, the whisper close to the ear, warm and moist, rushed straight into the brain, carrying a hint of pleading and tenderness that one could not bear to refuse.

Samael, enduring the stabbing pain in his shoulder blade, stiffly turned around, placed his left hand on the goddess of justice's delicate shoulder, and solemnly uttered a low shout.

"Wake up! Something's wrong with you. Did that guy do something to you?"

However, Themis gently bit her bright red lips with her pearly teeth, and twisted her body, moving ever closer to Samael.

"No, I'm perfectly clear-headed, more so than ever before!"

“Samael, you just heard that, didn’t you? My true name is Themis, the goddess of justice and order among the twelve Titans.”

Giving up the act? Self-destructing so quickly?

The ancient serpent stared at Themis, whose face was flushed, whose spirit was unusually high, and whose words became more abundant, as if Themis had gone into a frenzy, and was completely baffled.

“I heard... I heard you, Themis. To uphold justice and fairness is indeed a great undertaking for you.”

To prevent her from tearing herself, the innocent victim, to pieces in her agitation.

Samael immediately complied with her wishes, nodding hastily with a dry laugh, while his mind raced as he secretly pondered a solution.

"Indeed! In this world, only you can understand me! Only you understand what the law means for the future of civilization!"

Themis tore off the veil covering her eyes, revealing her grey eyes, which seemed to have gained vibrant colors, and her tone became unusually excited.

"Thanks to fate for guiding me to the Chiriciana Swamp, you are my greatest gain!"

"Neither the twelve Titans nor the rise of Olympus can compare to even a fraction of your glory!"

Uh, you have big breasts, so you get to decide.

Samael circled his right arm, which was hanging limply to his side, and gazed wistfully at the flabby flesh bouncing wildly on Themis's chest. He felt a pang of visual pain and nodded repeatedly.

"As time goes by, the old gods will eventually slumber or fall. Their so-called power and glory are not worth mentioning."

"The clay figurines and ruins they left behind will also gradually decay."

Themis gazed at the two sacred mountains, each occupied by the old and new pantheons, with a condescending and disapproving air.

As he got excited, his voice gradually became more arrogant, and his spirits soared.

"As long as laws exist to restrain animalistic instincts, every living being will possess true divinity!"

"By adhering to the rules and pioneering civilization, even the weakest creation can become a new god of the future!"

Samael took the opportunity to straighten his shoulder blades, and as his mood calmed down a bit, he also began to understand the philosophy expounded by this goddess of justice.

What she described as a fantastical and laughable vision in the eyes of the gods was, in fact, a real future.

Human beings, through self-discipline and self-discipline, have replaced the gods and become the new kings of the earth.

Samael deeply admired Themis's extraordinary foresight and her calm acceptance of the gods' decline from an observer's perspective.

As expected of the mother of the three Greek Fates! Her foresight is truly remarkable!

He even suspected that this goddess of justice might be holding the script for the development of mythological history, heroic history, and human history.

Unlike her own false prophetic abilities, this goddess of justice truly possesses knowledge that transcends the passage of time.

Before the ancient serpent could express its admiration and respect, Themis immediately pounded her chest, her face flushed.

“Samael, I love justice and fairness, and I love you even more for perfecting them.”

"Therefore, become practitioners of justice, become my divine servants, and together with me, create the future we desire!"

"My friends, my teachers, my loved ones, I will not easily let you suffer, much less let you leave!"

I love the truth, but I love my teacher even more.

I've taught you so much useful knowledge, and yet you're secretly thinking about sleeping with me?

This declaration of love was passionate and bold; the approaching pink lips exuded an air of temptation and ambiguity, and the ample bosom swaying in someone's sight was even more erotic.

The person who was unknowingly squeezed into the corner tried their best to keep their face straight, but their throat was dry, their heart was pounding like a heavy drum, and their fantasies were growing uncontrollably.

So, who can tell me, at this moment, should I be a beast, or worse than a beast?

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Charge! We must charge! (3/4)

On Mount Olympus, in the golden palace, an angry roar echoed throughout the room.

"What exactly is going on!"

Zeus, enraged by the intrusion into the abode of the god of love, was furious and his face was grim.

Lying languidly in bed, Aphrodite, draped in a light veil, covered her mouth and chuckled after hearing the King of Gods describe the scene with a dark expression.

"Your Majesty, whether desire comes first and then feelings develop, or feelings come first and then desire arises, love does not come from nothing."

"The reason you were able to win the favor of the other three goddesses is because they had already wavered."

"And the power I bestow upon you is to amplify that last shred of thought as much as possible."

Zeus's anger was gradually dissipated by her soft words, and he even couldn't bear to show his displeasure or scold the beauty on the bed.

Aphrodite smiled as she looked at the young god-king outside her bedchamber, a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"Unexpectedly, your handsome looks, your strength, your authority, your charm, and your sweet words did not move that goddess of justice in the slightest."

"On the contrary, it was your slight hostility toward that little one that made her disregard the dignity and pride of the gods."

Zeus's facial muscles twitched slightly, his gaze sinister and humiliated.

"Are you saying that I, the king, lost to this kind of trash?"

"Perhaps it's just a matter of preconceived notions, and you're a step behind."

Aphrodite rested her smooth, jade-like chin on her hand, smiled slightly, her expression one of reassurance.

"In your case, I am far ahead."

The fragrant aroma filling his nostrils aroused Zeus's lust, who had failed to get what he wanted in the Cilician marshes.

The god-king's aggressive gaze fell upon the sheer fabric and the exquisitely shaped body, his fingers reaching for Aphrodite's fair wrist resting on the edge of the bed.

However, Cupid chuckled, her soft, boneless arms slipping through the gaps and slipping away from the pursuit without a trace.

“My king, I would not mind spending a pleasant time with you.”

"However, it should be noted that you took advantage of love and desire in the process of conquering the three goddesses."

"But at the same time, this feeling is also very fragile and delicate, and it needs to be carefully nurtured and spent time with them."

"Otherwise, you probably won't even be able to hold onto what you have right now."

Zeus, who had already invaded the bedside, stiffened, and the lust in his eyes subsided.

"Very well, you may stay in Olympus for the time being. If you encounter any inconvenience, please feel free to speak to me."

"I will go and settle Demeter and the others in a moment. After all, they are my beloved wives, how can I neglect them?"

The King of Olympus left with a smile, closing the door behind him.

In the corridor, Zeus's face showed a newfound calmness and sharpness.

Without desires and emotions, one will not be affected.

Are you the same?

Then, the King of Gods glanced around at the majestic Mount Olympus, proud and confident, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Hmph, you fairy, once you enter my territory, you won't escape my grasp...

As the God-King turned to leave, he casually cast a spell around himself and locked the door, as if he were keeping a precious canary in captivity.

In the now peaceful bedroom, Cupid lazily rolled around on the velvet-covered bed, a playful smile on his face.

Hehe, no wonder we share the same bloodline; the pursuit of power can easily suppress physical desires.

Also, there's something she didn't mention.

What could make Themis fight so fiercely over a simple stimulus was not just a little bit of affection.

Then, Aphrodite looked out the window, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

So, what kind of child was it that not only defeated the God King who had advantages in every aspect, but also won the heart of the Goddess of Justice so early on?

To be honest, I'd rather meet this little guy.

As she rose slightly, revealing her graceful curves, a hint of mockery appeared on her face.

But right now, he'll probably be very busy.

Would you consider this a small gift before we even meet?

Meanwhile, in front of the Water Margin Treehouse, the three-headed hellhound, which was squatting outside, turned its head and bared its teeth menacingly at the little creature that had crossed the warning line.

After completing her task of guiding the way, the little nymph, who had been left standing to the side, turned pale with fright and hurriedly flew into the bushes, trembling and covering her head.

However, his overwhelming curiosity made him crane his neck to look at the half-collapsed treehouse.

Samael has never come out since he went in.

And for some reason, even though the terrifying guy had left, the tremors in the house only intensified.