Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Therefore, in the competition of nature, I do not oppose killing, and even advocate and encourage this behavior."

"But remember, what I support is reasonable and necessary killing, not meaningless and rampant massacre!"

The centaur sage paused, then gestured with his hands, and the students sat obediently on the grass, patiently looking up to listen.

"Simply put, I could shoot that stag without any guilt, both to fill my stomach and to learn the basics of hunting."

“I killed it, and it will provide us with fur and flesh, and its discarded entrails, buried in the soil, will nourish the flowers and plants in the future.”

"It takes everything that nature has given us and returns it back to nature through our hands; this is a sacred cycle of life."

"We don't say we should be sentimental enough to repay and celebrate this normal natural pilgrimage, but at least we can refrain from abusing these creatures, alleviate their suffering, and not waste the gifts they leave behind."

The students sat on the ground, listening and thinking as usual, and each came to their own understanding of Chiron's actions in freeing the stag.

This is not hypocrisy, but rather respect for nature, respect for life, and respect for oneself.

Therefore, in the struggle for survival, killing and plundering are permissible.

However, it is extremely foolish to abuse other lives with force in a meaningless manner.

"Furthermore, let me explain why we should expend effort to identify our prey."

Themis broke off a branch from the tree trunk she was leaning against and walked over with a smile.

"Your purpose is merely to fill your stomachs, to feed the young and the pregnant mothers, and to perpetuate their species, providing a continuous supply of fur and flesh."

"The gifts of our bloodline certainly put us at the top of the natural ecosystem, allowing us to take whatever we want from the entire Cilicia wetlands."

"But force is not a panacea. Our unrestrained demands will inevitably lead to a more intense counterattack."

"For example, the human-faced spider that you almost ate to extinction is a good example."

Speaking of this amusing incident, the descendants of Typhon, who had all tasted the delicacy of roasted spider legs, couldn't help but grin knowingly, still somewhat reminiscing about its delicious flavor.

Seeing the students' reactions, the Goddess of Justice nodded to herself, then pursed her lips and pondered before expounding on a deeper principle.

"Indeed, in Greece, we are much stronger than most life forms."

"The power and divine strength inherited through bloodline allow us to control a vast territory, to be superior to many species, and to ravage them with the mere lifting of a finger."

"Perhaps, no matter how outrageous the actions, there's no need to worry about retaliation."

"But precisely because of this, we need to learn to restrain our arrogance and recklessness!"

"Holding goodwill towards the world, learning necessary restraint against violence, and respecting life—only then can you be worthy of the Titan bloodline within you, and worthy of our expectations of you."

As she pondered intently, Themis, through her blindfold, cast a gentle, morning-like gaze over the students.

"You are very lucky to be born at the top; the world is your pasture."

"But at the same time, you also have an obligation to control your animalistic instincts and protect your territory."

In an instant, the Goddess of Justice recalled a famous quote uttered by a teacher during a lesson, and she couldn't help but recite it as her conclusion.

"God's power is given at birth!"

"God's duty is from beginning to end!"

"The world may not be a better place because of your existence, but it should at least not be a worse place because of you."

To remember those casual remarks in that situation, it seems you haven't reached your limit yet.

The ancient snake's lips curled slightly, its smile strange.

Themis noticed the teasing gaze behind her, her body stiffened, her cheeks flushed slightly, and as she turned her head, a hint of reproach appeared in her eyes.

Are you done talking? Can we eat now?

The harpy, who was most concerned about her three meals a day, immediately perked up when she saw the goddess of justice step down from the podium, and the ahoge-like feather on her head stood up and trembled.

"Well, now, let me say a few words..."

Hearing that familiar tone from every summary, Habi felt a wave of dizziness and almost collapsed.

Chapter 59 The Bonus of the Mocking Aura (4/4)

Fortunately, this time, in order not to delay the mealtime, Samael simply let the students process the venison while listening to his rambling.

"They are both right, but that's only one side of the story. Everything needs to be discussed in detail."

The ancient snake took the teaching baton, clapping it rhythmically in its palm, pacing around the students as it pondered and offered reminders.

"Imagine you've eaten your fill and are lying on the ground sunbathing when a rabbit accidentally wanders into your territory, passes by you, and wakes you up."

"At this moment, you remember what Teacher Themis said, restrain your morning grumpiness, don't slap it into a pulp, ignore the so-called offense, and let the rabbit roam freely, hopping around or leaving. This is called kindness and generosity."

At this point, Samael glanced at the Hydra, Cerberus, Chimera, and other mythical creatures, noticing that they listened intently and nodded thoughtfully, which made him think deeply.

Good, that will save you from causing trouble for passersby and getting ganged up on by heroes in the future.

"If you are hungry and need to eat, follow Teacher Ma's method: hunt wild animals without abusing them or excessively damaging the ecosystem. Respect their contributions. This is how we show reverence for nature."

"If you're starving to death, to the point where you can taste meat even from rocks, you'll eat any animal, not just a mother with cubs, but three generations of them. That's called emergency avoidance!"

"If you encounter a formidable enemy, then hold nothing back. Use whatever moves work and go all out to kill them!"

"If everyone's already risking their lives, then who cares about restraint, mercy, or respect? That's just brain-dead!"

"Don't back down in this situation. If you're worried about being scolded by Teacher Ma and Themis, I'll take the blame!"

The ancient snake swayed with a smile, its face radiating righteous indignation.

"Wang Woo!"

"Hoohoo!"

"Ow!"

"Fizz!"

The students, who were surrounded by wilder mythical creatures such as hunting dogs, dragons, lions, and snakes, were filled with excitement and had an urge to pick a fight on the spot.

That's more like it. Eat and drink as you please, don't worry about small things. After all, it would be beneath us to bully these ordinary species that have no ability to fight back, just because we rely on our bloodline.

If someone dares to cause trouble and provoke them, then they'll be even more "suitable" for you, right?

The Typhon descendants, grinning menacingly, unleashed their boundless energy and their fearless ferocity.

"Work hard, and perhaps one day you will grow into beings that surpass the gods."

Samael offered a few words of encouragement and was just about to walk to the podium when lunchtime began.

Anna pursed her cherry lips, looked at her shouting brothers and sisters, and shook her head slightly.

“Teacher, we are just gods and monsters. Our divinity is inherently flawed. Many of us can’t even speak properly now. In the eyes of the gods, we are often just powerful beasts.”

Samael knew that this was Anna's pessimism at work again, and couldn't help but smile.

"Since I'm bored, let me tell you a story I heard."

Bored out of their minds, the students became interested when they heard this, and while preparing food, they listened attentively.

The ancient snake glanced into the depths of the forest, stroked its chin, and smiled.

Legend has it that during the time of the twelve Titans, Cronus, after getting drunk, asked, "What animal in the world is the most cruel and despicable?"

"They are wolves!" a deity replied from below. "They are cunning and foolish; they can even eat their own kind alive!"

Some of the intoxicated Cronus then became interested and suggested to the gods, "Why don't we take a wolf up the mountain, allow it to live there, let it be influenced by divine will, be educated, and change its bad habits and character?"

The gods unanimously agreed, and so they took a wolf that had just eaten its own kind for food to Mount Otyrus, and generously allowed it to enjoy the feast and watch the fighting and dueling while drinking.

But as soon as the feast ended, the wolf left a message, refusing to stay on the mountain, and hurriedly ran back to the forest below.

Can you guess what it said?

The crowd chattered and offered their guesses, but Samael finally smiled, shook his head, and announced the answer with a playful expression.

"The wolf said, 'The gods are terrifying!'"

"They don't eat their own kind, yet they kill so many of them!"

"The bones and flesh on their plates are more than we hunted in a month!"

As the ancient serpent pondered with feigned seriousness, the students were taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood its meaning, and couldn't help but smile, bursting with joy.

But after the laughter subsided, the three Gorgon sisters, who were the most intelligent and well-rounded, and the wise Athena, understood the unspoken meaning and couldn't help but ponder it.

Therefore, compared to that old wolf struggling to survive, the Titan king who devoured his own offspring for power was far superior.

Who is more noble, and who is more barbaric?

The so-called noble and sublime aura of gods has been stripped away by this biting and sarcastic joke.

Mount Olympus, with its eleven beams of light, has shed its sacred exterior and is now nothing more than a place inhabited by powerful beings.

As the students, whose spirits had subtly changed, dispersed, they gathered around the campfire to enjoy their hunting feast.

The smug mentor placed his pale fingers on Samael's right shoulder blade and asked a calm yet curious question.

"How come I didn't know that Mount Otrothus had ever hosted a feast for such a wolf?"

The ancient serpent glanced at Themis, who stood calmly to the side, and felt a chill run down its spine for no apparent reason.

"I'd also like to know, when did His Majesty Cronus ever do such a thing?"

At the same time, before Samael could even manage a dry laugh and come up with his defense, misfortune struck again when the centaur sage approached, drawing his bowstring with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"It's just a legend! Just a story, have fun with it, don't take it seriously!"

The ancient snake broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly raised its hand to explain.

What's all this about? I was just telling a fable to enlighten the students.

In a moment of folly, they chose Cronus and the gods of Otyria. As a cautionary tale.

The problem is that the person next to him is one of the twelve Titans who are nominally associated with Mount Otyrus.

And the teacher on the other side, Mr. Ma, is none other than Cronus's son…

Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed! You even got yourself mocked by two people at once!

Looking at the two people's friendly smiles, the rumor-monger, caught red-handed, was on the verge of tears.

While eating meat and fruit, the students, watching from afar, made all sorts of calls, demanding that the usual entertainment program be performed.

Pankrasin!

Pankrasin!

Pankrasin!

A bunch of heartless brats! Samael, who was being roasted over the fire, glared at the faces that shouted the loudest and wrote their names down in his little notebook.

Then, the ancient serpent turned its head helplessly to look at the centaur sage who was entering the arena by flexing his wrists, its expression distressed.

"Friendship first, competition second, okay?"

"Can…"

However, the moment the words left his mouth, Chiron charged forward at lightning speed.

"Damn it! Not only was it a sneak attack, but it also involved kicking with its hooves! Teacher Ma, you have no sportsmanship!"

Samael was caught off guard and overwhelmed by Chiron's two hands and two front hooves attacking him, and he cursed incessantly.

Chapter Sixty: Where's my face? I don't want it anymore!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like the rumbling of muffled thunder, the two intertwined bodies, using fighting techniques, clashed violently, unleashing a barrage of punches that landed squarely on the floor.

Pancrass, meaning "all strength" or "complete power," can be roughly described as "all-out combat" and is a martial art practiced in the Greek world.

During this process, both sides can use boxing, wrestling, or other comprehensive techniques simultaneously, presenting the most primal clash of human strength.

In fact, many of the Pankrats' sophisticated techniques originated from the accumulated experience of the Titans in battle, thus retaining a considerable amount of brutality.

This art, in its contest of physical strength and combat skills, is bloody and ferocious; death is a common occurrence even in combat.

But precisely because of this, in the primitive age of gods, this sport was even more beloved by the Titans.

The Titan god Cronus was a true fan who was most enthusiastic about watching this kind of competition.