Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Although it brought some convenience to humanity, it not only angered the gods but also gave them a reason to attack, thus dragging itself down with it.

The goddess of wisdom simply could not understand such a practice.

"If things could be resolved peacefully, who would want to provoke Zeus? He had no choice but to offer himself up as a weapon."

In the deep darkness of the night, a soft, lingering hum came from behind Prometheus.

Samael walked over with his arms crossed, looking annoyed, followed closely by Medusa.

"you do this delibrately?"

Athena looked at the prophet, and her eyes suddenly lit up with realization. Some things that she had not been able to understand before suddenly became clear after the ancient serpent's guidance.

What was offered on the altar earlier was less beef and more Prometheus himself.

From the very beginning, he intended to use himself to buy humanity a chance to breathe.

Similarly, Zeus pretended to be ignorant, knowing full well that there was something fishy about the two offerings, but deliberately chose the one filled with bull bones, his purpose being to gain leverage over the offering.

This prophetic god poses a greater threat than punishing humanity.

This God-King has been plotting this for so long, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. Isn't he just waiting for this knife to be delivered to his door? Now that he has it, why wouldn't he use it?

As expected, Zeus used this as an excuse to insult the gods and take away fire, thus forcing Prometheus to submit.

The exchange between the two sides was a tacit understanding, with one willing to strike and the other willing to be struck.

Even Athena, with her exceptional wisdom, couldn't help but marvel at the intricacies of the situation.

"Can't we use other methods?"

The goddess of wisdom looked at Olympus, hidden in the shadows, with a somber expression, her heart filled with resentment.

"Athena, please step aside,"

Prometheus chuckled lightly, his gaze softening as he glanced back at the city's silhouette on the ground, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

“Your good father won’t be able to sleep well for a day if I don’t come to your door.”

The wise god-king was quite wary of prophecies, and Prometheus was one of the key figures in this war.

The species "created" by this prophet even has the potential to shake divine authority.

With these two factors combined, it would be a miracle if Zeus, who was already shrouded in mystery, could feel at ease.

Therefore, Prometheus knew very well that only when he, this unstable factor, was gone would humanity have the opportunity to be accepted by the gods.

Taking a step back to advance is a last resort.

Now, neither humans nor the Olympians have the leverage to contend with the Olympian gods; they can only submit and compromise.

Ultimately, the weak have no right to negotiate.

Chapter 103 Who Has Deeper Schemes? (1/2)

Athena remained silent for a moment, then looked at everyone with a cold and stern gaze.

"Let me give it a try."

Prometheus shook his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

“Wise Athena, I understand your good intentions and I am clear about your plans.”

But even if you show yourself or take action in secret, you cannot change Zeus's suspicion.

I may have dodged it this time, but there will be another.

Only when I am not around will Olympus lose its reason to continue attacking humanity.

Zeus may want to destroy humanity, but the other gods may not.

As the prophet pondered, he looked at the towering Mount Olympus, a mocking expression on his face.

Zeus was scheming, but wasn't he also considering things? They were in the same boat.

After a brief pause, Prometheus smiled at Athena, his tone slow and sincere.

"Although you and I are both Zeus's greatest concern, Olympus, a place of intrigue and scheming, will only bury your wisdom."

Besides, from now on, you will be more important to humanity than I am!

The goddess of wisdom pursed her cherry lips, somewhat unwilling.

After years of getting along, Prometheus, like Chiron, became both her mentor and friend.

Since her birth, the goddess of wisdom has rarely tasted loss, nor does she want to accept failure.

"Wait a little longer, we're sure there are other ways!"

Looking at that pretty face that revealed stubbornness and pride, Prometheus remained silent for a moment, then gazed solemnly at his friend despite the age difference, speaking earnestly.

"I'm in the open, with nowhere left to retreat, but your existence is still a secret, and shouldn't be exposed so meaninglessly."

If you truly wish to help, and if Zeus is determined to destroy humanity, I beg you to preserve their fire!

Athena bit her cherry lips tightly, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, unwilling to back down.

"Alright, whether it's humans, your son, or your brother, we will protect them."

Samael walked slowly from the shadows, arms crossed, and calmly began to murmur.

When Athena heard Samael agree, she was taken aback and turned around in surprise.

"You didn't come here to stop Prometheus?"

"Nonsense, Medusa and I are here to pursue you."

Samael rolled her eyes at Athena and gave a snort of annoyance.

This girl was spoiled by him and never experienced the precarious environment of Olympus, so she has a somewhat arrogant personality, is very sharp-tongued, and doesn't know how to hide her talents.

As soon as he noticed that the girl's mood was unusual, he took Medusa, who also had a premonition, and followed Prometheus all the way, with the aim of waiting for her to come to him and bring Athena back, so as not to let her act on her own and cause even greater trouble.

"Then the future of humanity is in your hands, old friend."

Hearing that his biggest worry had been taken care of, Prometheus smiled and nodded with relief.

"Do you regret it? If you hadn't taken this lying down, you could have enjoyed yourself for a few more days."

The ancient snake sighed and looked up to ask.

"Whether human or deity, once they recognize the inevitable and irresistible power, they will inevitably endure everything that is destined."

Prometheus responded calmly, but the moment he looked at Mount Olympus, his brow furrowed with worry.

But before he could speak, Samael casually waved his hand.

"Don't worry, the gifts of the gods often come with a high value, I will keep an eye on them."

The prophet breathed a sigh of relief, his worries gradually dissipating. He nodded goodbye to his friends, took a deep breath, and strode towards Olympus.

As the figure of her mentor, who was also her friend, was gradually swallowed up by the deep night, Athena turned back to look at the fingers that had been resting on her shoulder, bit her cherry lips, and looked at him with resentment.

Why won't you let me try again?

"Face reality, Athena. In the face of absolute power, some struggles are futile, and some concessions are necessary."

Confirming that the goddess of wisdom could not keep up with Prometheus's pace, the ancient serpent patted her shoulder and murmured softly.

"I don't want to back down an inch!"

Athena raised her hand and slapped Samael's arm away, roaring angrily as her chest heaved violently.

"Athena, you are a goddess known for your wisdom and rationality. When did you become so impulsive and easily angered?"

It seems there's something wrong with my parenting style; it gave me the illusion that I was omnipotent.

Samael frowned and snorted, shaking his head in disappointment. He beckoned Medusa, who seemed hesitant to speak, wanting to return to Mycenae to think about his next move.

Snapped!

Just as the ancient serpent turned, pale fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, knuckles white. Athena lowered her head, murmuring a suppressed yet stubborn murmur.

"I don't want to back down, not even a single step..."

This time, taking a step back means sacrificing Prometheus.

If we take a step back next time, perhaps it will be Teacher Chiron's turn.

The next step is Medusa, it's Tina, it's you!

Was Athena intelligent? Yes, very intelligent!

She certainly knew what a stopgap measure was. Prometheus, who had long been a thorn in her side, was willing to sacrifice himself for the opportunity for human development and to protect her secret.

But she knew even better that as long as she was alive and humanity existed, Zeus would not let it go, and the return of divine punishment was only a matter of time.

She's very good at playing chess.

Whether it's the righteous Themis or the cunning Samael, they can all be used as pawns to protect her, if she so chooses.

Once you take the first step back and cross that line, for the sake of the so-called big picture, the remaining second, third, and even countless steps become less difficult.

The thought of such a rationally analyzed future filled Athena with immense dread.

Wisdom unconstrained by emotions is nothing more than a cold, calculating formula for gain and loss.

To hell with rationality! To hell with wisdom!

Just as the goddess poured out her panic and helplessness, two fair arms gently pulled her into their embrace, just as they had used to lull her to sleep when she was a child. They patted her back lightly and whispered tender words in her ear.

"So, these are what you were worried about..."

I'm sorry, I take back what I said earlier. Girl, I'm proud of you.

Samael gazed at the goddess of wisdom, who appeared far more down-to-earth, and felt a strange sense of pride.

Medusa, standing beside her, couldn't help but soften her gaze, and the last trace of resentment in her heart vanished as the goddess of wisdom revealed her weakness and stubbornness.

Now, she believes that no matter what, she and Athena will never end up killing each other.

As she was embraced and comforted, the goddess of wisdom's inexplicable fear and unease gradually dissipated.

Once the girl had calmed down a bit, Samael raised his hand and placed it on the goddess's silver hair, rubbing it with a mischievous grin.

"You brat, don't think you're the smartest person in the world. We're just as good as you, being your adoptive father and teacher."

"I haven't lived enough yet, and Prometheus is doing just fine."

Athena suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed, and immediately understood the unspoken meaning.

"Was this also part of your plan?"

Chapter 104 A Son-in-Law is Half a Son (2/2)

Meanwhile, on Mount Olympus, the Temple of the Gods, shrouded in night, was deathly silent.

A moment later, a figure leaped into the corridor, initially cautious, then swaggering confidently, making his way unimpeded to the blazing sacred flame.

Tsk, Zeus removed all the gods guarding the sacred fire just to make it easier for me to come. He really put on a full show.

The prophet, illuminated by the light, shook his head mockingly, raised his hand to reach for the golden flames dancing on the torch, breaking the restrictions that bound the laws of fire.

Instantly, countless fiery red flames burst forth from the broken seal, scattering once more across the pitch-black earth. Clusters of faint light rose one after another, illuminating the night like stars.

"Prometheus, you've gone mad!"

A figure rushed out of the darkness, looking at the broken seal with a solemn expression.

The prophet tilted his head slightly to look around and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hestia? It's a good thing you came, otherwise things would have been really difficult to handle."

"What's so good about it! I'm on night watch now. Before Zeus and the others find out, you'd better hurry up and leave!"

The Goddess of Furnace gritted her teeth, her face full of anxiety, but as soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

I told you I wouldn't get involved in this mess, so why can't you control your mouth?

"If I run away, how will you explain it to Zeus?"

Prometheus, on the other hand, adopted a surrender posture, chuckled, raised his chin, and gazed into the distance with a deep and distant look.

"Let's go, our God-King must be getting impatient."