Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Instantly, a sour, astringent, and numb sensation spread from my mouth, quickly reaching every inch of my skin and every muscle.

Prometheus moved his limbs, feeling as if he were wearing a suit of flesh and blood armor, from which he could not get any obvious pain or sensory feedback.

Everything's ready, time to begin!

Immediately, the giant eagle, calculating the time, bristled its feathers and fiercely swooped down on the punished fire-stealer. Its talons tore through his skin, its sharp beak snapped his bones, and it probed into his abdominal cavity, searching for the location of his liver.

"Zeus! You won't get any answers out of me! I've accepted that great mission! No amount of coercion or bribery will work, give up!"

Prometheus struggled and roared, his muscles trembling with pain and his face contorted, yet he remained dignified and awe-inspiring.

Half a day later, the wise god-king, who had quietly arrived at the Caucasus Mountains, left the summit with a gloomy expression.

As night fell, Prometheus, his throat dry, slumped weakly to the ground, letting his terrible wounds and damaged liver gradually heal and regenerate.

Catching his breath, the prophet glanced at the giant eagle, which had a slight obsession with cleanliness and was disgustedly rubbing the blood off its claws, and asked in a low voice.

"So, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Fruit again? I don't know where Chiron found that thing. I feel like throwing up whenever I see something like it!"

"Meat! I want meat! Get some rabbits and roast them!"

"It can't be cooked; it has to be eaten raw?"

"Uh, how about a fish then? Your snake teacher seems to have mentioned a dish called sashimi, right?"

Under the moonlight, the giant eagle opened its beak and rolled its eyes at the prisoner behind it who was making demands.

Wasn't it the executioner? When did it become a nanny?

The Caucasian eagle asked itself in frustration, and then, urged on from behind, reluctantly flapped its wings and flew down to the river below.

Chapter 106 What to do when your daughter is too lively? Waiting online, urgent! (2/4)

Meanwhile, in Mycenae, food was served, and Athena, under the lamplight, toyed with a red berry in her hand, her eyes sparkling.

"So, you, Professor Chiron, and the US were all prepared all along?"

“Chiron and I did communicate, but that dead bird did indeed run away on its own. I just asked it to help out and take care of Prometheus.”

Upon hearing a particularly comical name, Samael took a bite of his coarse wheat bread, a pleased smile curving his lips.

Who else but a certain snake could come up with such a morbidly humorous name for the Caucasian Condor?

Of course, what the ancient serpent didn't say was that the Caucasian Eagle's willingness to help Prometheus was actually also helping itself.

If it makes the right choice, it proves that the feelings haven't faded, its stance is on this side, and it can save its own life in the future.

Athena twirled a special medicinal berry between her fingers, and after listening to Samael's detailed account, she frowned and asked questions.

"Speaking of which, isn't it a bit too cumbersome to eat the whole berry each time to use it for anesthesia, and it's also easy to be exposed?"

Why not consider having the eagle dip its claws and beak in a syrup to give them paralyzing properties? That way, cutting open the skin and pecking at the liver would have the same analgesic effect.

Exactly! General anesthesia is not only prone to errors, but it also wastes time and materials, while local anesthesia is much simpler and more discreet!

Samael was startled awake by the words, and he clapped his hands in sudden realization, looking approvingly at the wise goddess of wisdom.

"You didn't just not think of that, did you?"

"Uh, this..."

"By the way, how long has he been tied up in the Caucasus Mountains?"

"Probably two or three months..."

Thinking of its nauseating taste and various unpleasant side effects, the ancient serpent, under Athena's scrutiny, awkwardly turned its head away, its eyes darting around.

It seems like all that fruit we've eaten these past few days has been for nothing.

The goddess of wisdom twitched her lips, gazing out the window towards the Caucasus Mountains, and couldn't help but silently mourn for a certain prophet who had been tricked.

"well, let's get back to business."

Samael, preoccupied with his thoughts, coughed and changed the subject, his expression becoming serious.

"As long as Prometheus holds on to that secret and refuses to let go, and with that silly bird taking care of him, there shouldn't be any problems for now."

Wisdom and rationality can sometimes become a form of self-restraint.

Athena and Medusa, one intelligent and wise, the other possessing memories of the future, naturally understood that the prophet, though seemingly dangerous, was actually the safest.

The ancient snake looked out the window at the streets and city, its eyes gleaming and its pupils slightly narrowed.

"But that's not necessarily true for us..."

That king of the gods won't give in so easily. I think Olympia's 'gift' will arrive soon.

Athena nodded thoughtfully.

Zeus is proud; he will not so easily bow down to a creature weaker than himself.

Prometheus's control over Zeus did indeed allow him to restrain the king of the gods for a time.

But if he exceeds his patience, the one on Mount Olympus will also have ways to retaliate.

Humanity, however, is the Achilles' heel of prophets.

Using them to threaten Prometheus might just pry him open his mouth.

This is something that not only our side knows, but the other side can also guess.

"So, Prometheus's plea before he departed was for this very moment?"

Athena glanced wistfully at Samael, who was peeling eggs for Tina, a hint of amazement in her eyes.

This guy is terrible at chess. I never realized he had such foresight and insightful vision in every move he made.

The ancient snake tossed the egg into the air like it was feeding a puppy. Tina opened her mouth, poked her head out, and caught it steadily. Then she looked smug, as if to say, "Praise me!"

When a hand landed on her head and gently stroked it, the goddess's juvenile body swallowed the food whole with satisfaction.

Samael continued peeling the eggs while responding casually.

"Zeus's attempt to use humankind to force Prometheus to submit was also wishful thinking."

If he were to reveal the secret, that wise god-king would surely seize any opportunity to wipe out both sides.

Nobody's stupid; whoever backs down first will face utter ruin.

After briefly explaining Prometheus's determination, the ancient serpent looked up at the window and shrugged indifferently.

"But some things can't always be borne by one person, right?"

Prometheus only went first; the rest—humans, his sons, his brothers—it's my turn.

Noticing four pairs of gazes, some resentful and some worried, falling on him, Samael quickly waved his hands.

"What's the rush? Take your turn if you want to stand out! Once I'm done with my work, it'll be your turn."

So, is it really necessary to bother stopping Prometheus? He's living a pretty comfortable life in the Caucasus Mountains.

Whether it's Pandora's Box or a great flood that destroys the world, it'll be a deadly mess, okay? And I haven't seen any of you come to comfort my wounded heart.

The ancient snake gave a light snort of annoyance, explaining the arrangements while secretly complaining.

"boom!"

Just as Samael was grumbling to himself, a figure in the corner slammed his fist on the table, making the plates and cutlery clang loudly.

"I'm stuffed!"

Athena, her face icy and gloomy, pulled out a chair, turned, and walked towards the door.

Tsk, how could they be so rebellious?

Where is the goddess of wisdom I was promised? Where is the elegance and intellect I was promised? Has my parenting style really gone wrong?

Samael twitched his lips and sighed helplessly.

"I'll go, you can handle things here."

Medusa glanced at the somewhat dejected Samael and the bewildered Tina in the corner, then thoughtfully got up and went to chase after them.

However, after wandering around Mycenae a few times, she turned around and was shocked to see Athena sitting on the roof of her attic, chin in hand, looking down at the world with a serene gaze.

Medusa leaped to the top and, following the gaze of the goddess of wisdom, gazed into the distance, only to see a certain fellow tidying up the dishes.

"You're not angry with him anymore?"

"Angry? He's taken all the blame for the trouble we caused, what right do I have to be angry?"

Athena turned her head and sneered, her tone full of resentment.

"It's just a matter of order; I believe Samael has his own plans."

Medusa bent down and sat down, patiently persuading him. Her experiences in Mesopotamia had instilled in her an unconditional trust in Samael.

The goddess of wisdom turned around and looked Medusa up and down with a strange gaze.

It wasn't until Athena's gaze made even the purple-haired goddess feel goosebumps that Athena finally restrained herself and gave a cold sneer.

Is it just a matter of order?

He didn't just relegate us to the back; he never intended for us to get involved in the first place!

Ok?

Medusa looked bewildered upon hearing this, not understanding what he meant.

The goddess of wisdom glanced at Medusa's bewildered face, sighed, and patiently explained.

"Zeus had a legitimate reason to use humans to force Prometheus to submit. If it happened once or twice, the gods who benefited could turn a blind eye."

But some things can be done once or twice, but not a third time…

The gods, who have benefited from humanity, will eventually revolt when their cake is taken away.

Besides, our mother goddess Gaia is not dead yet…”

A thunderclap seemed to explode in Medusa's mind, dispelling the accumulated fog.

No wonder that when Pandora's box was opened, even though the gods judged that humanity was beyond redemption, it was Poseidon, the god of the sea, who took action to cleanse the earth.

Afterwards, the enraged earth goddess Gaia came to question him, and the cauldron king was later stripped of his divine power by Zeus. He and Apollo, the god of light who had protected Deucalion and his wife, were banished to the earth to work as laborers for the new humans and build the famous city of Troy.

From then on, humanity entered a period of stable development, and Zeus had no choice but to accept it, changing his approach from extermination to control, and never taking any further drastic actions.

Therefore, the second battle was the final battle in the tug-of-war between the two sides!

Samael made it sound good, but he had no intention of letting the two "culprits" take any risks!

Chapter 107 Just Spoil Her (3/4)

Having figured out some key things about the future, Medusa glanced deeply at Athena beside her and murmured softly.

"You're really smart..."

"It's nothing, just simple observation and summarization, plus some logical reasoning, very ordinary little tricks."

The goddess of wisdom, who was unexpectedly praised by her old rival, was slightly taken aback and felt a little uncomfortable, so she casually waved her hand.

"Aren't you going to try to persuade him?"

"How can we persuade him? Is he the kind of person who is easily swayed?"

Medusa looked at Athena, who was shrugping her shoulders and had a "you do it if you can" look on her face, and obediently shut her mouth.

From Mesopotamia to Greece, she had basically only played the role of an executor, and had become accustomed to following orders.

In the silence, the two goddesses met on a busy figure inside the house. Recalling the great crisis that humanity might face, they sat on the roof ridge, chins in hand, one leaning to the left and the other to the right, and sighed in unison.

"Ugh…"

"whispering sound…"

Their perfectly synchronized movements made them pause and look back, then they couldn't help but chuckle. The atmosphere between them seemed to have become somewhat harmonious due to some kind of connection.

A moment later, Medusa looked at Athena with a hint of confusion and curiosity in her eyes.

Why are you so concerned about him?

This concern seems to have surpassed the care shown towards figures like Themis, the Serpent Mother, and Tina, even breaking free from the constraints of reason and escalating to a point of anxiety and fear of loss.