Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As she pondered, Athena sighed softly. She always thought she was the smartest one, and that only she could make the perfect choice.

In the end, she wanted Samael's unconditional trust, but now she wouldn't even give her teacher, her adoptive father, and the hero she once admired, a little bit of trust.

So what's so good about being smart?

The goddess of wisdom tapped her head, her inner turmoil gradually dissipating. She looked at the figure inside the house, comforting Tina as she fell asleep, and murmured with a smile.

"What's there to worry about? You take the second step, and I'll take care of the rest!"

"How about counting me in?"

"Then you need to catch up in your thinking."

Athena and Medusa exchanged a smile, a delightful understanding blossoming between them.

"What are you talking about? You look so happy?"

Samael, who vaguely heard the noise, poked his head out and asked in confusion.

"nothing!"

The two goddesses looked at each other, their eyes brimming with smiles, and as they turned their heads, they answered in unison.

"Uh, what's wrong with you two today? You seem really weird."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Another unanimous response followed, and another burst of soft giggles.

The ancient snake, utterly perplexed, shuddered and shrank back as it looked at the two girls huddled together like sisters.

So, after raising it for a while, without doing anything special, how did it suddenly go bad?

Samael leaned against the windowsill, propped his chin up, and looked at the white-haired goddess of wisdom. Recalling her recent excessive concern for gain and loss, as well as her sudden outburst tonight, he couldn't help but feel confused and melancholy.

However, this person forgot that this was the Greek age of gods, where fathers and sons killed each other, brothers betrayed each other, and husbands and wives turned against each other, advocating that selfishness was the rule of the survival of the fittest.

By 21st-century standards, people who maintain certain moral bottom lines are already considered moral exemplars in this era.

In his own view, what is called normal pampering, reasonable care, slight indulgence, and the right to stand up for others are all far above the average level in the 21st century, and far beyond the standards of the Greek gods.

Putting someone to sleep, telling stories, making snacks, remembering taste preferences, and other seemingly insignificant details, when piled up, have actually led emotions down another unknown path.

In addition, Athena was precocious; when she was five years old and sleeping in a separate bed, the goddess of wisdom already had the wicked idea of ​​taking over her father's bed.

Women, I just don't understand them.

Samael, completely unaware of his mistake, shook his head and complained. Then, he calmed down, looked intently at the beautiful figure with the touch of the earth above her head, and gave her a heartfelt warning.

“Mom, you can’t be as crazy as them.”

"Aa?"

Tina tilted her head, her large, watery, cross-shaped eyes blinking blankly.

"You want to sleep, right? Come here, let me warm the bed for you."

The ancient serpent, with a solemn expression and a look of heroic sacrifice, led the goddess of origin into the bedroom.

"Aaaa..."

Tina wailed mournfully, her innocent eyes brimming with grief, staring intently at the jar of unfinished olives on the table, inexplicably feeling an urge to shove a horn and send someone flying.

Chapter 109 What did the honest man do wrong?

Olympus, the temple of the gods.

Zeus, having returned disappointed once again, leaned on his throne, looking down at the land densely populated by humans who resembled ants, and at the settlements and cities that were being built one after another, and the seas that were being expanded one after another. His face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with silver-white lightning and anger.

He loathed these creations that were almost identical to the gods, and through their wildness and arrogance, Zeus vaguely saw the future after the decline of the Age of Gods.

Therefore, this king of gods had always wanted to free up his hands to plan the cleansing of the earth.

Even if we can't completely exterminate humanity, erasing the mark of Prometheus from them would be better than nothing.

However, the various trivial matters on Mount Olympus always distracted him.

At the same time, fate repeatedly called him to the Caucasus Mountains to ask the prophet Prometheus for answers to the prophecies.

Today, as time goes by, humanity is emerging as a powerful force that can no longer be ignored.

While the Olympian gods outwardly maintained their arrogance, in reality, in order to further expand their influence and compete for faith, they had long since secretly concealed their identities and traveled to the earth time and again.

By performing miracles among human groups, they gained more temples and sacrifices, and their power increased rapidly.

Among them, Apollo, the god of light whose name is widely known, and Poseidon, the god of the sea who was repeatedly sacrificed, are outstanding examples.

We can't afford to waste any more time; we must take action as soon as possible.

Zeus frowned and muttered, a cold snort flashing in his eyes. The power of thunder reached the sky, exploding and roaring, gradually forming a flame-shaped mark.

A moment later, a burly man with a thick red beard, rough skin, and an ugly face, dragging a limp, limped up to the temple and respectfully bowed to the figure on the throne.

Looking down at his son, Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging, who was still wearing an apron and holding a forging hammer, Zeus's expression softened considerably.

He was created by the goddess Hera, but due to the defects in individual evolution, Hephaestus's own life laws were flawed at birth.

Therefore, this god of fire and forging is not as handsome and flawless as the other gods.

As a famous and beautiful white-armed goddess, Hera greatly despised Hephaestus, the ugly creation she herself had made.

So, as soon as the child was born, she threw him far away from Olympus.

Hephaestus fell into the ocean and was adopted and raised by the sea goddess Thetis.

After reaching adulthood, this deity displayed unparalleled talent in forging, crafting numerous treasures and weapons for the gods in the hope of returning to Olympus.

But Hera, the queen of the gods, steadfastly refused, unwilling to see this ugly face, this flawed creation, appear before her.

Hephaestus used all his creative abilities to present Hera with a magnificent golden throne, hoping to win his mother's favor.

But the proud and beautiful empress, even after accepting the treasure, still refused her son's request and coldly told him to leave.

Finally, Hephaestus, unable to bear it any longer, turned and left.

Hera, sitting on the golden throne, had no time to rejoice before she was suddenly bound by chains of rules that appeared above her, unable to move an inch.

The gods tried everything they could to break free of the golden throne, and even Zeus's thunder scepter could not budge the chains after several attempts.

Since Hera was in the center of the target, the gods, fearing that their overwhelming power would harm the queen of the gods, had no choice but to give up.

After being tormented for a long time, Hera finally lowered her proud head under the persuasion of the gods and Zeus, and begged Hermes, who had the ability to make swift messengers, to go to Mount Etna, tell her about her relationship with her son, and bring Hephaestus back to Olympus.

But Hephaestus, who had suffered humiliation and cold treatment, would not so easily let go of his resentment and remove the shackles from Hera's golden throne.

In the end, Zeus intervened and granted Hephaestus the title of god of fire and forging, promising him the marriage of Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess on Mount Olympus. This honest man, driven to desperation, finally agreed to reconcile with Hera.

As for Aphrodite, well, this beautiful flower, if I can't pluck it myself, then no normal male god should even think about touching it.

In fact, the reason why this ugly and disabled son was able to be ranked alongside the gods on Olympus was largely due to Zeus's relatively fair mediation.

Therefore, although Hephaestus's relationship with his mother Hera remained lukewarm, he greatly respected his father, the god.

Moreover, because Hephaestus was focused on smelting and creation and had no desire for power, he rarely stayed here even though he was ranked among the chief gods of Olympus.

He spent most of his time on Mount Etna, where he and three Cyclopes spent their days hammering and forging for fun.

This god of fire and forging continuously forged countless weapons and treasures for the gods, greatly enhancing the power of Olympus.

Zeus was naturally willing to show more kindness and leniency to his son, who had no ambition and posed no threat.

Similarly, by marrying Aphrodite, who was capable of stirring up conflict among the gods, to such a dull husband, the trouble that would have brought more turmoil to Olympus was prevented.

To break free from the curse of fate and reign forever, he could even imprison his beloved Metis within his body, and abandoning another fairy pursued out of desire was a piece of cake for him.

However, Hephaestus, you are still wearing this apron even when you meet me, the king. Isn't that a bit too focused on forging?

On Mount Etna, I spent more time with the furnace and metal, and with the three Cyclopes, than at home.

If you have time, you should pay more attention to your wife.

While you were away, she was having a very passionate affair with your handsome brother, Ares, the god of berserk war.

In fact, many male celebrities have probably slept with her more times than you have.

Zeus frowned inwardly, his thoughts churning within him, but ultimately, out of consideration for the dignity of the gods and the stability of Olympus, he refrained from uttering them.

Besides, he was already overwhelmed with the affairs of the cursed child and humanity, and even though he knew that Aphrodite's purpose was not pure, he had no energy to care.

"Father God, what are your commands to me that you have summoned me?"

Hephaestus lowered his forging hammer and respectfully inquired of the king of the gods seated above him.

"Hephaestus, my dear child, your skill makes the gods proud. I wish to use your exceptional abilities to forge a perfect vessel."

Zeus parted his lips and whispered, his eyes gleaming.

Chapter 110 All Thanks to the Comparison of Peers

Where do you intend to use it?

Hephaestus frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of hesitation.

As a god of exceptional craftsmanship, he did not want his creations, into which he poured his emotions, to be used for various dark purposes.

Previously, the chains that bound Prometheus were forged by him, and Hephaestus, who sympathized with the prophet, often complained to the Cyclopes while forging them.

Of course, most of these words were relayed to Zeus's ears without missing a single one.

After all, the contractors of the three Cyclopes and the three Hecatoncheires were this great God-King.

"Recently, humanity has been offering sacrifices and pleading with Prometheus for insulting the gods and stealing the sacred fire, but due to the rules, I cannot release Prometheus..."

However, given their submission and worship, I, the King, intend to give humanity a return gift, so that all suffering and calamity, all filth and impurity in the world may be restrained, ensuring their survival and reproduction…”

The God-King smiled and pondered, his words as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Father God, thank you for your mercy. I will follow your instructions and do my best to complete this work!"

Hephaestus, upon hearing this, had no doubts. Leaning on his forging hammer, he bowed his head in respect and excitedly accepted the parchment from Zeus, the king of the gods, to receive his appointment.

Once the honest man had left the temple and returned to Mount Etna, the wise god-king withdrew his gaze, and the smile on his face gradually froze into coldness.

Blessing? Yes, of course he will bless humanity...

After a moment, Zeus, having calmed down, was surrounded by lightning, and his divine power radiated outwards.

"Father, what are your orders?"

A young deity with golden curly hair, wearing a winged hat, light winged boots, a short-sleeved, belted coat, and a serpent staff, led the way into the temple, creating a gust of wind.

He was handsome and agile, but the smile that often graced his lips and the lazy manner in which he moved always gave off a frivolous vibe, making him seem unreliable.

"Hermes, where are they?"

Zeus waited for a while, but still saw no one, so he frowned and asked.

In theory, apart from Poseidon and Hephaestus, most of their family lived on Olympus, and judging by the time, it should be time.

As for the first figure to arrive, it was naturally Hermes, the god of speed and messenger of Olympus.

He was born to Zeus, the king of the gods, and Maia, the daughter of Atlas, the Titan who held up the sky. In his youth, he was unruly and nearly got beaten to death by his angry brother for stealing Apollo's bull.

Fortunately, the King of the Gods intervened in time, and Hermes escaped a terrible fate.

In addition, he is the god of borders and travelers who cross them, and also the god of shepherds and cattle herders, debate and eloquence, poetry and writing, sports, weight and measurement, invention and commerce. Cunning thieves and swindlers often worship him as well.

The Odes of Homer describe him as "cunning and sly, a thief, a cattle thief, a dream maker, a night watchman, a doorman, who quickly displayed his glorious deeds among the immortal gods."

Given his intelligence and wisdom, and with the support of Zeus, this deity with the rebellious blood of the Titan Atlas was elevated to the ranks of the twelve Olympian gods.

Therefore, Hermes was extremely loyal to his father Zeus.

Zeus entrusted the task of covering up and cleaning up his many affairs to this god of speed.

At this moment, when Hermes heard the question from the Father God, he hesitated slightly, but still honestly explained the whereabouts and recent situation of the gods one by one.

"Aunt Demeter recently went to the surface alone..."

"What are you doing going to those filthy places again? Isn't Olympus enough for her?"

Zeus was displeased when he heard that his wife and sister might have some connection with humans.

"Father God, the dead of winter has just passed..."