Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

No! It still won't work!

Prometheus looked at the rudimentary shape before him, which was the same height as him but still seemed indistinct, shook his head in disappointment, and tossed it behind him.

There, there were already many rough blanks of various shapes.

The prophet stretched his stiff limbs and gazed wistfully at the towering mountain of gods that stretched across the clouds of the continent.

He was driven to the earth to create and enrich the world. A divine revelation from destiny revealed to him that he would bring to Greece a great creation comparable to the gods.

But for several months in a row, my attempts all came to nothing, and I always felt that there was an invisible membrane that was difficult to break through.

Prometheus raised his hand, scooped up a handful of clear river water, washed his face, slightly dispelling his weariness. His deep gaze drifted towards a certain mountain hollow, and he opened his lips in contemplation.

"You've been watching for so long, come out now."

At this moment, the air vibrated slightly, and four figures—one man and three women—walked out from the nearby mountain valley.

The man stood in the center, with long black hair cascading down his shoulders. His scarlet, snake-like vertical pupils opened and closed intermittently, casting a benevolent smile into his eyes. He was handsome, and his limbs possessed a slenderness and dexterity unlike those of a Titan.

Of the three women, one was on the left, one on the right, and one at the back of the line.

The girl on the left has smooth, bright purple hair that seems to have a life of its own. Her white dress flutters in the breeze, and her cool, reserved aura subtly reveals a sense of death and abyss.

The woman on the right has silver hair that falls down her back, bright eyes and white teeth. Beneath her quiet and elegant demeanor lies a destructive authority. Her ambiguous smile carries a knowing and playful air.

Chief Gods? Two?!

Although there were quite a few Greek gods and Titans who outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied the Olympian divine authority.

But the presence of two beings with such imposing auras and divine power that were almost on par with the younger generation of Olympian gods such as Apollo, Artemis, and Ares was quite unexpected to him.

Moreover, the two goddesses on the left and right sides seemed to be forming a pincer movement, guarding the man on both sides, and they seemed to possess a kind of meaning that he could not understand.

Wait, is this man also a god?

As the procession drew closer, Prometheus couldn't help but refocus his gaze on the snake-eyed man at the center, growing more and more astonished the more he observed.

I can't see through it, I can't see through it...

Everything seemed like viewing flowers through mist or gazing at the moon's reflection in water; he seemed not to truly exist, as if he were untouchable and unfathomable.

In fact, after Samael devoured a golden apple and underwent a new transformation, he had already advanced to the level of a chief god and gained a clearer grasp of the destiny and time divinity within his body.

It's just that I worked my butt off to reach this level, while the two girls beside me achieved their breakthroughs simply by being patted on the head or sitting quietly under a tree for a few days. It's just too hurtful.

As for Tina, even Samael himself couldn't say for sure about her skill level.

At this moment, when Prometheus's gaze passed over the three people and landed on the last figure with green horns, curiously looking around, he couldn't help but rub his throbbing brow and give a helpless bitter smile.

what is it today?

Having encountered four special beings in a row who were impossible to sense in terms of destiny, I, the so-called prophet, am truly just a figurehead.

While Prometheus was observing the four, Samael, who was in charge, was also sizing him up.

He is a very insightful and wise man.

He seemed to detect something unusual about the four people on his side.

“Tina and I are companions of Themis. I heard that you were sent down to the mortal realm by Olympus to create things. On her behalf, I wanted to see if I could be of any help.”

The ancient serpent chuckled and pondered, then brought out the goddess of justice, who was fair, objective, and had an excellent reputation.

Seeing the other party's goodwill, Prometheus relaxed slightly.

Generally speaking, the title of chief deity tends to be more respectful in terms of status and divine authority, and the strength of these titles varies greatly, sometimes to the point of being vastly different.

For example, the nine Muses, who govern knowledge and art, possess divine authority and authority, making them true chief deities.

However, their fighting power was not even as great as that of a nymph who served Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

Their mother, Mnemosyne, one of the twelve Titans and the goddess of memory, was also a chief god.

But even if you tied all nine Muses together, they probably wouldn't be a match for a single finger of this Titan goddess.

In addition, Oceanus had 6000 descendants of the great rivers and ocean currents, and countless chief gods who governed one or two water systems.

However, even if the remaining 5000 or so were combined, they might not be as powerful as Metis, the goddess of wisdom.

It's normal for some to die from drought and others from floods.

Whether someone can fight or not depends on the person, divine power, and even more so on the nature of their authority.

Of course, he was also a chief god, and a very special "god of prophecy and foresight," whose abilities even Zeus was quite wary of.

In addition to the formidable fighting power he inherited from the Titans, he believed himself to be no less than the other twelve Olympian gods except Zeus.

However, judging from the auras they exuded, the three main gods before them were all formidable fighters.

Besides that, there was that special being with emerald horns, whose strength was unclear, yet which made him feel the strongest sense of crisis.

In a one-on-three situation, if a conflict breaks out, I might not be able to win.

Therefore, it's best to personally confirm that they have no malicious intent.

As for whether he could help with creation, Prometheus didn't care too much.

At that moment, Samael glanced at the string of odd-looking creatures on the ground—some with disproportionate limbs, one eye, two heads, and distorted head-to-body ratios—and shook his head.

People don't look like that, my friend.

After a moment of grumbling, the ancient serpent raised its head slightly and solemnly introduced itself to this pioneer of creation among the Greeks.

"Oh, I forgot to mention."

"Athena and Medusa are subordinate goddesses of Gaia, the Earth Mother, who have come to assist you in perfecting your creation."

"So, when do we begin?"

Samael blinked, a light laugh escaping his lips, but a profound meaning lurked in the depths of his eyes.

Chapter 95 The Transmigrator vs. the Prophet (5/5)

“I’ve taken a quick look at the prototype you left behind and have a vague idea of ​​what you’re trying to create.”

"Look, this is a god or monster, this is a Titan. By setting aside the differences and looking for commonalities, we can arrive at a relatively perfect design..."

"This kind of creation requires at least one head to think, two arms to coordinate the use of tools, and two legs to walk..."

"Two eyes are needed to observe from different directions, two ears are used to listen to the sounds around us, and the mouth and nose are for breathing and eating..."

Samael squatted down familiarly, pulled out anatomical diagrams drawn on parchment scrolls, and began to talk to Prometheus.

As he gazed at the organs being gradually embedded on the blueprints, a series of thunderous explosions ripped through the fog in the prophet's mind, piecing together a clear outline.

"We need to pay attention to the art of symmetry and highlight the beauty of harmony!"

"In addition, according to my calculations, the ratio of height to leg length is best when it is 1:0.618, which provides the best sensory effect."

Athena eagerly stepped forward, observing and adding to the discussion with an appreciative eye, while secretly winking at Samael beside her with a mischievous expression.

The golden ratio? Wasn't that something I just casually mentioned in class? You actually calculated the specific value.

The ancient serpent looked at Athena, who held her chin up and was as proud as a swan, and couldn't help but be surprised by her intelligence and resilience.

"Don't just focus on appearance; infuse them with wonderful qualities, which is far better than embellishing their shells."

"Be humble, fair and honest, have compassion for the weak, and be courageous in the face of calamity. With these qualities, even an ugly appearance can shine because of a noble soul!"

Medusa stroked the twisted clay sculpture, glanced at Athena with a wistful look, and offered her advice with a touch of melancholy.

"Aaaaa!"

Tina, who was behind her, jumped over excitedly, nodding with a grin, quite agreeing.

Prometheus's eyes sparkled, and he felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart. His gaze toward the crowd became increasingly gentle and appreciative.

He originally thought that he would be grateful if these uninvited guests would not cause any trouble, but he did not expect that their thoughts would shine like stars and constantly give him, the prophet, inspiration.

They possess wisdom that transcends species and foresight that transcends time.

"What do you think this species should be called?"

As Prometheus perused the parchment, he gathered opinions and suggestions, and scribbled on the mud. After each annotation, he would look up and ask questions.

"Humanity!"

Medusa answered without hesitation, her expression a mixture of reminiscence and wistfulness.

Samael, sitting atop the rock, rested his chin on his hand, looked at the gods engaged in a heated discussion, and smiled as he began to chant.

"Humans, well, this will become a magnificent masterpiece!"

"Ah, what a graceful appearance! What elegant manners! What noble reason! What great power!"

"They behave like saints! They are like gods in wisdom! They are the essence of the universe! They are the paragons of animals!"

Like a hymn of praise, it echoed in Prometheus's ears, making his eyes sparkle.

The prophet disdainfully pushed and smashed all his previous oddly shaped, crude creations, yet stood forlornly in the distance.

Since it has brought such an extraordinary creation to the world, ordinary soil and common stream water are no longer sufficient to meet the needs of its creation.

Medusa then spread her fingers, revealing a vibrant, earthy-yellow mist.

At the same time, Athena snapped her fingers, and a magic circle opened between her fingers, revealing a water bottle made primarily of rock and adorned with various gemstones in the goddess of wisdom's hand.

The Bottle of Life, a sacred object of Gaia, the Earth Mother Goddess, carries the essence of great rivers and ocean currents, and can bestow life upon all things.

In return for giving Medusa the "earth of life," the old woman, to ensure fairness, also gave Athena a parting gift.

Of course, to be fair, the goddess of wisdom only had temporary rights to use it, and after completing the creation, she still had to return it.

Hmm, the goddess of the earth and abyss wields the [Primordial Earth], and the goddess of the ocean and sky controls the [Bottle of Life], which makes a good match.

Samael leaned against the rock, watching with great interest the two girls locked in a fierce battle of wits and cunning, a mocking smile on his face.

As the earthy yellow halo scattered stardust onto the ground, the water of life poured into it, and the vibrant mud mingled before Prometheus.

The prophet was aroused with an unprecedented desire to create, and his hands eagerly reached into the mud, as if he wanted to bring the human species into the world as soon as possible.

It's coming, a moment that will be etched in history!

Samael, watching quietly from behind, had a slight smile on his lips, clearly looking forward to it.

However, just as Prometheus's skin was about to touch the mud, his fingers and hands finally stopped, and he stood up, turned to the crowd, and shook his head and sighed softly.

"Or... never mind..."

"Forget it? What about humanity then?"

Samael's head was buzzing, his expression shifting constantly, and a sentence slipped out, the second half of which echoed in his mind.

What about the history of heroes? And how can I push for the separation of the divine era?

No, bro, everything's ready, we're just one step away from finishing, are you going to go on strike?

After uttering this exclamation, Prometheus felt inexplicably relieved, let out a long sigh, smiled gently, and looked at everyone with a soft expression.

"Human beings, such a perfect creation, should naturally be created by a more suitable creator."

Athena and Medusa noticed the gazes falling on them and looked surprised.

You mean...us?

The prophet laughed and nodded, responding in kind.

"Of course!"

"Although I brought the prototype, the structure of humankind was perfected by Samael, intellect needed to be perfected by Athena, virtue was advocated by Medusa, and the materials were provided by the two of them."

"Therefore, you are more qualified than I to create their physical forms, more qualified than I to endow them with intellect, and more qualified than I to guide them toward the future!"

Athena and Medusa looked at each other, then turned to look at Samael.

Did we create humankind ourselves?

This is truly a path never before imagined…

Because he was traumatized by fate in Mesopotamia, Samael subconsciously went astray, wanting the hand of Prometheus to create humankind and dig graves for the gods.

However, since all the conditions are in place, why not do it yourself?

The more the ancient snake thought it was feasible, the more excited it became.

But the moment he looked up, the towering Mount Olympus seemed to throw a bucket of cold water over him.