Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Then, Themis's wandering gaze fell on the deep, bone-revealing teeth mark on Samael's hand, and she gently stroked it, somewhat helplessly.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay, and this is proof of our 'love'."

Samael recalled some idyllic scenes, shook his head slightly without a care, blinked, and chuckled teasingly.

Themis's cheeks instantly flushed, and she gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth. The usually gentle and elegant goddess now had a hint of reproach and slight anger on her blushing face.

"Next time, don't suddenly revert to your monster form while doing something like this..."

Faced with the judge's subsequent accountability, Gu She quickly suppressed his mischievousness and obediently nodded in admission of wrongdoing.

A sudden, impulsive act of blasphemy can indeed bring the pleasure of breaking the rules, but it can only be done once and not again.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Samael got up first and carefully combed and massaged Themis's body, which was a little sore, with flower dew. He also prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

Looking at the interesting case titled "The Judge of Solomon" on the sticky note on her plate, the goddess of justice felt increasingly pleased, and even today's meal tasted a little sweeter.

Samael, sitting to the side, briefly explained the itinerary and outcome of the Earth Mother Temple to the female judge.

"You've got what you wanted, so what's next?"

Themis put down her small bowl, carefully tucked away the special "appetizer" containing the interesting cases, and then frowned and asked softly.

The ancient serpent activated the magic circle, took out a bright yellow golden apple, tossed it to Themis, and smiled calmly.

"To be on the safe side, let's eat an apple first before we contact the prophet."

The goddess of justice gently shook her head and returned the golden apple to Samael.

"No need. The Titans are born from the power of rules and inherently possess a certain degree of immortality. They are not so easy to kill."

“You can stay here and absorb the life force bestowed by the golden apple. I will protect your safety.”

Then, Themis curled her fingers and grasped the longsword hanging on the wall. With the balance scales on both sides shifting, starlight fell and concealed the nearby treehouse.

Seeing that the goddess of justice was determined to do so, Samael had no choice but to give up the bribe and keep it for himself.

These three golden apples were originally intended to be distributed among the Serpent Mother (one), Tina (one), and Themis (one), just enough to fill the gaps.

However, both Tina and Themis possess natural immortality, and in the end, only Ecdna, whose divinity is incomplete, truly needs it.

Since that's the case, the ancient serpent had no choice but to waste a wave of resources and use a golden apple to further enhance its immortality.

In any case, in terms of level and rarity, the Undying Grass really can't compare to the Golden Apple, which is the embodiment of the earth's bounty.

As for the last one, let's keep it for now. We might need it if we encounter any events related to it in the future.

Samael had made up his mind. He quickly devoured the golden apple, and as the surging life force boiled and surged within his body, he immediately closed his eyes and circulated his divine core, patiently absorbing it.

A day and a half later, in the Water Margin Treehouse.

The ancient snake, its head and tail intertwined to form a perfect circle, lies coiled inside the house. Its lifeless, grayish-white color extends from its tail all the way down.

Until its entire body became a fossil-like sculpture, the light in its eyes also went out completely.

"laugh!"

When life was suppressed to almost nothing, the faint sound of tearing cloth came from above.

Zooming in, a dark slit appeared on the grayish-white snake scales and was gradually widening.

hum…

The goddess of justice, sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard with a sword in one hand, sensed the etheric tremor in the air and turned her head to look at the point where the torrent of life was bursting forth.

Outside the waterside treehouse, branches and leaves grew wildly, with thousands of lush vines hanging down and winding, and hundreds of buds, which had been waiting to bloom, fully opened after being nourished.

Thankfully, all was well! The Goddess of Justice breathed a sigh of relief.

It took so long?

It seems that this snake, which used to be of ordinary origin, is still lacking in bloodline compared to true gods and monsters.

After muttering a few words, Samael casually picked up the clothes hanging on the rack and put them on.

Then, the ancient snake picked up the dull snake skin from the ground, flicked it with its finger, and chuckled softly.

However, with each transformation, he underwent a radical evolution, becoming more perfect in both his physical body and divinity.

A moment later, the door opened from the outside in, and Themis walked into the room. Seeing that Samael was safe and sound, she was finally relieved.

"Got to go?"

"Okay, I'll take them out for a bit. I'm leaving the safety of the Qiliqia Swamp to you."

The ancient serpent nodded in response, and looking at the goddess of justice who had agreed without hesitation, it couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Then it turned its gaze to the serpent shell between its fingers and palms, and the corners of its lips slightly lifted.

Before I leave, let me give you a small gift.

As Samael pondered, he placed the snake skin on the ground, raised his hand forward, curled his fingers inward, and pierced the skin of his palm with his fingertips, a trickle of golden-red blood dripping onto the snake skin.

In an instant, the grayish-white snake scales regained their luster, and the empty abdominal cavity was quickly filled with flesh, bones, meridians, and organs.

After a moment, Samael looked at the black snake, which was about a foot long and was indistinguishable from a living creature but had a dull reaction. After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and drew a series of wedge-shaped runes in mid-air.

Immediately, the ancient serpent flicked it away with its bent finger, and a golden radiance, enveloped in runes, entered the black serpent's skull.

In an instant, the little creature's eyes sparkled with intelligence, and it performed several increasingly difficult movements, such as shaking its head and wagging its tail, and crossing its legs in a figure eight.

Okay, that should work.

Samael nodded in satisfaction, maneuvering the creature, which possessed its own fragmented spirit, to swim to Themis's feet and then climb onto the arm of the goddess of justice.

“When I’m not around, treat this as your pet, and use it as a medium for our connection.”

"If anything goes wrong, let me know immediately."

Themis gently stroked the ancient serpent's small head, nodded slightly, and watched Samael depart.

Just as the ancient serpent was about to step out of the room, the Goddess of Justice bit her cherry lips and couldn't help but murmur a question.

Can we truly build a just order?

"I don't know what true justice really is, but I can guarantee that the future won't be worse than the present."

Samael turned back and smiled, his gaze resolute.

To break the law of the jungle, to restrain the gods, to establish order in this world, and to ensure that the law can be enforced—this is the sacrifice I offer to Themis.

The judiciary should be impartial and flawless.

So let the snake, representing revenge and punishment, bring the growing pains of change to this world.

Samael pondered for a moment, then waved and walked away.

Chapter 92 They're all beasts, what are they pretending for? (2/5)

In front of the Alima Cave, Chiron rang the bronze bell hanging on the tree branch, and the students of Typhon's lineage rushed to the classroom, sat obediently, and waited for today's lecture.

"This morning's first class was my 'Herbal Identification,' the second was Professor Samael's 'Field Hunting Practice,' the third was Professor Themis's 'The Spirit of the Laws,' and this afternoon..."

Well, of the three classes this morning, although two were rather dry theoretical classes, the herbalism class was relatively easy. Today's law class, however, involves a mock court trial, which is quite novel.

The afternoon was alright too.

The children of Tifeng nodded repeatedly, their faces beaming with joy.

We're all restless beasts. If we hadn't been beaten up, who would be willing to suppress our nature and study academic subjects?

Having barely endured the ordeal of identifying and preparing hemostatic herbs, antidotes, and energy-restoring medicines, and having dedicated myself to practice, swallowing a mouthful of bitterness, I finally made it to the end of get out of class.

As a result, after 15 minutes of playing around, when the school bell rang again, the children of Typhon were surprised to see their beloved teacher, Mr. Ma, standing on the podium.

"Your teacher, Samael, is taking a few days off due to overwork. The [Wilderness Hunting Practice] session will be replaced with [Explanation of Biological Structures]..."

"Come on, open your handouts..."

Chiron hung up the human anatomy diagrams drawn on parchment and began his lesson, causing the Typhon descendants, who were waiting for their field lessons, to collapse in despair.

Euryale and Stheno, sitting side by side, glanced at the empty seats belonging to Athena and Medusa, and for some reason, a sense of foreboding arose within them.

The third period.

"Your teacher Themis said she has a stomachache today, so law class has been changed to philosophical speculation class..."

The first class in the afternoon.

“Your teacher, Tina…”

"She also has a stomachache?"

Stheno's expression was strange, and he opened his lips to ask...

"She went away for further studies, and the handicraft class was changed to a surgery class, with each student responsible for bandaging an injured rabbit..."

Then, in the second period… Teacher Ma…

The third section… Teacher Ma…

The expressions of the Typhon descendants went from anticipation to surprise, and finally to numbness.

"They all have things to do, so you're the only one left, right?"

As get out of class was about to end, Euryale raised her slender arm, asking a question while tugging at her long purple hair, looking somewhat dejected.

"Uh, that's right..."

Chiron paused his explanation of the stars and nodded helplessly.

"Then why not just say so directly, instead of making us wait in vain?"

"We should at least show some respect for this and go through the proper procedures..."

Chiron glanced at the students, who were complaining slightly, and coughed lightly.

"This semester, that guy has been suffering from headaches and fevers, or stomach upsets and indigestion. What's even more ridiculous is that he has the excuse of being too sleepy after eating and needing to catch up on sleep?"

"He runs away faster than the students after class, has an overwhelming amount of homework, and is always sick when it's his turn to work. It's outrageous!"

Euryale frowned and rolled her eyes.

"Tsk, I think he did it on purpose."

Stheno crossed his arms and hummed succinctly.

"He's not sick, he's never been well..."

The wise ram's head on the chimera's back, its eyes gleaming, delivered a chilling final blow.

"How about we play a riddle?"

"I have no past, I will become the past, no one has ever seen me, and no one will ever see me, but I am the mystery of people's survival and breath, the answer is..."

The Sphinx couldn't resist getting up, taking a step, squeezing into the group chat, and chattering away, trying to interact with its brothers and sisters.

"Shut up!"

Chimera, Euryale, and Stheno's heads buzzed at the bizarre riddle, and they all roared in anger, raising the universal gesture they had learned from someone at this somewhat neurotic guy.

"Why reject wisdom? Why choose ignorance? This world is too sick. I'd rather die than associate with ignorance."

The Sphinx, deeply wounded, its sorrowful woman's face contorted with grief, uttered a lament in the tone of a wandering poet, then clutched its head and leaped into the valley to the side.

"Crazy woman, why are you dragging me down if you want to die?"

The innocent chimera, caught in the crossfire, bristled with fur, its lion's head of courage at the front, its goat's head of wisdom on its back, and its cunning snake's head at the tail, all hissing and roaring in anger.

boom!

The two monsters fought and clashed all the way, like meteors falling, and finally smashed a cone-shaped crater several meters deep in the valley.

Stheno and Euryale didn't even glance at their two compatriots who had fallen off the cliff; their eyes met, and they rolled their eyes.

At this height, even if they fall seventeen or eighteen times, they might not even lose a few hairs; they definitely won't die.

At this moment, Hydra, who had not yet fully mastered the common Titan language, found a quiet spot and lay down on the ground to take a nap.

The Colchis dragon and the Nemean lion roared and fought over the reasons of "What are you looking at?" and "What's it to you?"

The Hydra, which originally just wanted to sunbathe and sleep, became enraged after being spewed with dragonfire by the Colchis dragon and stomped on by the Nemean Lion.

Immediately, Hydra's blood-red vertical pupils widened menacingly, and it joined the battle with a hiss. The duel between the two sides instantly turned into a three-way melee.

The absent Caucasian eagle, nearing adulthood and possessing a wild and unruly nature, stubbornly clung to Themis, forcing her to move to a new nest.