Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"The divine power within you is chaotic and disordered. The wounds may appear to have healed, but they have left behind many hidden injuries."

"Therefore, you should use medication to repeatedly cleanse and massage your meridians several times, so that you are less likely to leave any sequelae."

The centaur healer offered gentle advice, then paused.

"Also, my name is Chiron..."

"Alright then, Teacher Ma..."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Samael blinked and muttered something, then had no choice but to take the stone bowl, resignedly pinching his nose and gulping down the bitter, sour soup.

Uh, my name is... never mind...

Chiron took back the empty bowl, shaking his head helplessly at his newly acquired title. He left some sweet and sour wild berries wrapped in leaves to cleanse the patient's mouth of the bitter taste before hoofing away.

Samael leaned against the headboard, holding a rolled-up leaf in his hand, and tossed the fruit inside into his mouth to chew, looking quite content.

After a moment of calm, the ancient serpent picked up the remaining unripe fruit, about the size of a jujube, and twirled it between its fingertips, releasing a surge of golden-black energy.

Instantly, the unripe fruit withered and rotted rapidly. After spinning once, it turned into a pile of ashes in the wind and drifted down from between those slender, fair fingers.

Hmm, the power of time destruction…

It seems that, in addition to poison and fate, his divine power has gained another troublesome attribute.

Samael clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction, his gratitude towards the centaur healer outside the door deepening even further.

Chiron, the centaur sage, is a fully divine being born of the Titan king Cronus and the goddess Philyra of an island.

However, because Cronus mated with Philyra in the form of a horse, Chiron was born as a centaur.

Chiron’s mother, Philura, refused to nurse him because of his strange appearance, and eventually turned into a linden tree.

Even so, the flowers of the Bodhi tree can be used in medicine, and its bark is used as a divination tablet, making it a tree species full of goodwill towards the world.

Despite lacking parental love, Chiron did not wallow in self-pity or rebel against the world. Instead, he grew up and worked hard to become a sage.

As Chiron grew up, he became proficient in all kinds of knowledge. Due to his calm personality and ingenious teaching methods, countless "future heroes" in Greece were educated by him.

Heroes such as Heracles, Achilles, Asclepius who later became the god of medicine, and Castor who became the constellation Gemini were all his students.

In addition, Jason, the leader of the Argo and who won over Medea, was also one of his students, so he had many students all over the world.

Generally speaking, in addition to being excellent hunters who use their horse's lower body in combination with superb archery skills, centaurs also have a savage side, stealing all sorts of items.

Chiron, however, is uniquely regarded as a "sage," a gentle nature that is unparalleled among the centaurs.

Therefore, Samael was truly lucky to have encountered such a kind and good person in the chaotic Age of Gods.

Over the past ten days, thanks to Chiron's meticulous care, the toxins accumulated in his body have been gradually expelled, and the hidden injuries left by the forced digestion of the immense divine power have mostly healed.

Such a favor is truly indebted to us.

Moreover, not only is his son a good person, but his adoptive father, the Titan god Cronus, is no less so.

This god of creation and destruction of time and space instigated a divine war, bringing his minions to the Sea of ​​Oceanus, packing them up and delivering them as takeout, and giving away weapons for free.

Chiron, the sage and son of Samael, took the overeaten Samael back to his cave to treat him, thus creating a one-stop service.

Even the serpent of original sin, whose moral constraints are becoming increasingly weak, felt a strange sense of guilt and sighed inwardly.

What kind people they are! Their whole family are good people!

Samael secretly marked the centaur sage outside the cave with a golden label, determined to lend him a hand at the crucial moment no matter what.

After all, even the "good guy" card from the peaceful era of my previous life has lost its meaning; in this chaotic world, good people rarely have a good ending.

As far as he knew, one day in the future, while resolving a conflict among the centaurs, Chiron, this kind-hearted man, would be struck by a poisoned arrow from who-knows-where, and would suffer endless pain because of his immortality.

Only when the centaur sage, who was at peace with the world, became Sagittarius, submitted to Olympus, adorned the heavens with divine authority, and returned immortality to the gods, was he finally freed from this torment.

The one who shot the poisoned arrow was none other than his most prized disciple, the great hero Hercules.

Furthermore, Hercules' conflict with the centaur tribe was merely a dispute over a barrel of wine brewed by Dionysus.

This volatile hero relentlessly pursued and brutally beat the centaurs who had angered him.

But an arrow shot at the centaurs grazed the arm of one of the unfortunate men and unfortunately struck Chiron in the knee.

Besides Hercules and the centaurs, the venom smeared on the arrows in this tragedy came from the Hydra, the nine-headed hydra that Hercules had killed.

As Samael pondered, he raised his fingers, stroked his chin, and gazed wistfully at the centaur sage strolling through the valley gathering herbs, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Education should be inclusive, regardless of who you teach.

Teacher Ma, how about I introduce you to a few students?

Anyway, as long as I can save your life, I guess I've repaid your kindness, right?

The ancient serpent, plotting a wicked scheme, smiled even more broadly.

Stheno, Euryale, and those scourges running rampant, your good days are over!

Samael then gave a slight hum, and a faint gray-black light appeared on his fingers and palms. After confirming his physical condition once again, he nodded in satisfaction.

Indeed, at the peak of the Upper God level, he had already faintly sensed a trace of the profound mystery of the condensation of the power of the main god.

With the blessing of the Scythe of Cronus, and the divine power within him containing the triple characteristics of fate, time, and poison, he must have the ability to challenge the main gods beyond his level.

Speaking of which, the person we should be most grateful to is our old friend Marduk, who sent us the Destiny Tablet.

If it weren't for this treasure that conceals the aura of destiny, he would have been torn to pieces long ago for his audacity in snatching food from the jaws of a tiger in the Sea of ​​Oceanus.

Chapter 52 Fate Didn't Wear Underpants (2/3)

Even divinely created weapons are graded.

The Destiny Clay Tablet is a world-class top-tier artifact naturally formed in a world bubble, and its power is the rare attribute of [Destiny].

Even Apsu and Tiamat, the two founding gods of Mesopotamia, were strongly restrained and greatly feared him.

Moreover, he and Tina invaded Greece and caused so much trouble, yet nothing happened to them.

The revelations of destiny received by the Greek prophets became increasingly obscure, and no one suspected the evil worm in the waterside treehouse.

He even stole Themis, the mother of the three Fates and the goddess of justice, and bewitched Metis, the goddess of wisdom, into giving birth prematurely and entrusting her child to her. Neither the old nor the new gods could find him.

All indications suggest that the concealment of the Destiny Tablet was quite perfect.

Of course, the fact that he could use stealth so comfortably was probably also related to the nature of the Greek theocracy, which was constantly being divided and reorganized.

This world does not have a freak like Marduk who controls destiny. The so-called power of destiny exists as a whole in the dark, but in reality it is fragmented and disjointed.

The three Fates, Apollo the god of light, Prometheus the prophet, Themis the goddess of justice... There are countless gods who possess the divine nature of destiny, so many that they cannot be counted on two hands.

If we include mortals such as the Trojan priest Laocoön, the orthodox Delphic oracle, and the prophetic Sibyl, the so-called chosen ones of heaven would be commonplace.

Samael even suspected that the destiny of the Greek world was either to be a seed-sowing machine, leaving seeds everywhere, or to enjoy running around naked, without any underwear underneath.

Anyone with a modicum of sense could glance at it and glean some possibilities for future development.

Therefore, prophecies were rampant in the Greek world.

But precisely because of this, the power of one-third of the Destiny Tablets was almost the eldest among the many scattered groups of Destiny deities in Greece.

Perhaps, to gain leverage over Samael, one would need to be at least on par with the four great Greek primordial gods: Gaia, Uranus, Pontus, and Tartarus, and keep a close eye on them.

As the saying goes, the bold get rich, while the timid starve.

Having fully grasped his stealth advantage, Samael dared to wade into the murky waters of the Oceanus, seeking to profit from the chaos right under the noses of the Greek gods.

As expected, he not only ate his fill, but also took the Time Scythe that Cronus had dropped into the deep sea with him.

The Time Scythe, Thunder Scepter, Invisibility Helmet, and Neptune's Trident that appeared in the Greek Wars of Gods and Gods were all just divine weapons containing some of the powers of the gods.

Using a world-class Destiny Plate to conceal one's presence is simply perfect.

Of course, while the Scythe of Time may seem incredibly powerful, it was actually quite useless to Zeus and his six siblings, who were qualified to wield it.

Olympus had three Cyclopes who were craftsmen, and each of them had an artifact that matched their attributes, so they were not short of weapons.

Those below who are eager to make a move and have designs on the Time Scythe, unless they're tired of living, who would dare to touch the new boss's spoils?

In summary, those who are capable of taking the job are not interested; those who are tempted are too afraid to take it.

In the end, it was Samael who benefited from the hijacking and subsequent escape.

Moreover, even if Zeus obtained this item, he would most likely just leave it unused.

After all, he already had the Thunder Scepter and the Sheepskin Shield, which combined offense and defense, so the Time Scythe was simply not handy.

If the throne is divided, firstly, the royal power bestowed by the "Blade of Cronus" could easily lead his brothers to misunderstand and harbor ill intentions towards his throne.

Besides, even if it were given to a subordinate, wouldn't the achievement of severing the Father's reproductive power be purely offensive?

He is now the new Sky God...

Therefore, in later accounts of Greek mythology, Samael rarely heard of the reappearance of Cronus's Scythe.

Such a wonderful thing has simply disappeared without a trace.

It's good that it's disappeared without a trace. The Scythe of Cronus? I've never seen that thing, anyway.

As the ancient serpent murmured, a strange smile spread across its lips, and with a flick of its fingers, a jet-black spear with fine, serpentine scales materialized.

As the fingertip gently rubbed, a thick smear of poison slid down the spiral patterns covering the gun body and emerged in the groove at the tip.

"Samael, the angel of death, stood before the howling hellhounds, spear tipped with bile, spreading death as he went..."

We have guns, and we have dogs.

Uh, I seem to be becoming more and more like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, symbolizing humanity's original sin.

Samael lightly weighed the black spear in his hand, recalling the relevant description in the Greek Book of Baruch, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

It remains to be seen how the war between "God" and "Demon" will continue.

But in an instant, the ancient serpent gathered its thoughts and focused its attention on the weapon in its hand, which had been reshaped by the Destiny Tablet, and became more and more satisfied with it.

Now, this drastically changed item bears almost no resemblance to the Scythe of Cronus.

Furthermore, the aura of the power of destiny obscured the object, making it difficult for even the owner, Kronos, to recognize it for a moment.

Now, he finally had the chance to relive the marksmanship that Ereshkigal and Leonidas had taught him.

As for the Lancer's Luck E, that can't curse me.

Samael muttered smugly, then lightly ran his fingertips over the serpentine scales on the gun, dispelling the divine aura of destiny.

The dark gray power of time destruction transformed into a dark flame, which surged out and instantly lengthened and changed the shape of the spear.

In the blink of an eye, a sinister weapon with a serpentine handle gripping a black scythe blade solidified in Samael's palm, its intense aura of death permeating the air.

Are you kidding me? I still have a second form of my scythe!

During its recovery period, the ancient snake, having nothing to do, entertained itself like a child who had received a new toy, constantly exploring the mysteries hidden within.

But after all, he was in the home of the sage Chiron, and he stole the father's artifact, received help from his son, and even showed it off in front of his son. It was a bit unethical of him.

Whenever Samael sensed Chiron within his perception range, he would wisely make his spear appear ethereal, obediently playing the role of a patient and waiting to recover.

However, even while recuperating in bed, the ancient serpent couldn't stay idle and began to recall another "destiny" that he had unintentionally solidified, besides the divine name of Samael.

Ouroboros, the serpent with its tail!

The term "Ouroboros" comes from ancient Greece and means "the infinite devourer".

Its wondrous posture, with its head and tail intertwined, symbolizes various meanings such as "immortality," "completeness," "infinity," "world," and "wisdom."

In fact, in the ancient myths of civilizations such as Egypt, India, Maya, West Africa, and Northern Europe, there is a snake that survives by devouring itself.

Its existence is found all over the world.

In medieval Europe, magic researchers, especially alchemists, worshipped it as the king of magic.

Samael, through divine inspiration, inscribed this extraordinary name on the Destiny Tablet, and through the blessing of destiny, he briefly gained the characteristics of a balance between life and death and an infinite cycle.

That dormant posture became a perfect way to digest the complex power within the body and neutralize the conflict of powers.

However, Ouroboros is only a general definition of possessing certain qualities, not a truly substantial divine name.

It has gradually shed its objective existence and become a symbolic sign.

Therefore, it is impossible to achieve instant success and possess unlimited power.

But endowed with the qualities of an ouroboros by destiny, he possesses the potential for continuous evolution.