Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The shape looks like... scales?

There's also a thin layer... that's molted skin?

The girl squatting on the ground looked confused. How could scales and bits of skin have fallen onto the stone?

After scratching her ear, she looked up in confusion, and all her questions suddenly became clear.

Because, without her noticing, a pair of blood-red vertical pupils the size of lanterns appeared above her head, staring intently at an uninvited guest.

hiss…

A faint hissing sound drifted over, and the black snake's head, lurking in the shadows, drooped. A terrifying, eerie feeling spread, and a chill ran down the girl's spine from her tailbone all the way to the top of her head.

"Ah! What a huge snake!"

Don't eat me! My flesh is sour and tastes terrible!

These words, this feeling, seem so familiar.

The drooping snake head revealed a strange, human-like expression, gazing wistfully at the small bird fluttering with its eyes closed in front of it, a smile playing on its lips.

"Help! The bird is dead!"

A piercing scream echoed through the deep, dark cave.

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Chapter 124 Let's start with a "goo" (1/3)

"So, I woke up on Ayu Island, and you, this weakling, are called Circe, the ruler of this place?"

"A weakling? Damn it! I am a great witch!"

"A witch whose legs tremble with fear at my appearance?"

"Th-th-that was an accident! Who told you to suddenly appear like that! I'm warning you, don't mess around, this witch is very strong!"

Inside the cave, a soft rustling sound reached their ears. Seeing the eerie black shadow closing in, Circe, cowering in a corner with nowhere to retreat, panicked and closed their eyes, wildly waving their tin staff and screaming to bolster their courage.

“I am a follower of Hecate, the moon goddess. If you eat me, she will not let you go.”

"Hecate? Never seen her before, but I have dined with her cousin Artemis. Speaking of which, with so many followers of that goddess of the moon, eating one or two of them shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"My mother was a sea nymph, and my father was Helios, the sun god!"

"Well, they must each have quite a few children, right? They haven't contacted you in all these years, so..."

Circe's breath hitched. The moment she opened her eyes to argue with the long serpent, the blood-red vertical pupils, the size of lanterns, loomed before her. When her gaze focused, she felt like a frog being stared at by a giant snake. Her hair stood on end, her body stiffened, and cold sweat seeped from her back, soaking through her thin clothes.

"Tsk, you should know that you're usually a little hungry after waking up."

The giant black serpent lowered its head, flicked its tongue, and murmured in a low voice, its face full of ill intent.

"It doesn't taste good! It doesn't taste good at all!"

Circe's head shook wildly like a rattle-drum, and his small body, squeezed into the corner, squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head.

"Tch, you're too small, barely any meat on your bones, you'll easily get stuck in my teeth. Actually, it's fine if we don't eat you..."

"Really?"

"Really, but let me make two gurgling sounds first..."

"what?"

Feeling like she had just escaped a calamity, the witch's pointed ears twitched upon hearing this strange request. Her mind was a little confused, and her face was full of astonishment.

"Are you going to skip dinner or not? If you're not, I'm starting to eat."

"Gu..."

"Speaking so softly, haven't you eaten?"

"Cuckoo..."

"The sound is still too soft, I can't hear it!"

"You clearly..."

"Older students...cough cough...I said I can't hear you, and I really can't hear you!"

"Coo...coo coo coo!"

The giant serpent in the shadows trembled as if it were having an epileptic seizure, its tail slapping the ground repeatedly, causing sand and gravel to fall in a flurry. At the same time, its mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc, carrying a cloud of black mist as it rolled in.

"You...you...you promised you wouldn't eat mine, you broke your promise..."

Circe screamed, clutching his head, trembling with a sob in his voice.

"Snapped!"

Just then, a sharp, light tap on the witch's head caused Circe to clutch her forehead and cry out in pain.

As my vision stabilized, a handsome figure with long, flowing black hair came into view.

"So...so beautiful..."

Circe murmured, unconsciously uttering what was on her mind.

"Hahaha! How delightful! What an amusing silly bird."

Samael stared at the witch before him, who seemed somewhat dazed. He rubbed his stomach and burst into laughter.

He now probably understands where Gilgamesh's perverse sense of humor comes from.

In the long course of life, the soul loses interest in many things, so finding enjoyment and maintaining a sense of novelty is quite important.

Sure enough, after teasing a future infamous "Feast Witch," the frustration and defeat he left on earth were instantly washed away by this sense of pleasure.

However, it seems that birds have a relatively low overall intelligence.

Just as Samael was rubbing his chin, lost in strange thoughts, the sound of flapping wings came from the cave entrance. The harpy who had rushed in cried out in surprise the moment she saw the familiar figure.

"Black Demon, uh, no, Teacher Samael, you're awake?!"

Harpy, who hurriedly changed his tune, was overjoyed and jumped into the ancient snake's arms, gently nuzzling against it, unable to hide his joy at the reunion. The blue ahoge on his head twitched lightly like an emotion indicator.

Samael's face darkened at first, then his expression relaxed slightly as he gently stroked the harpy's head.

You little brat, at least you have a conscience. It wasn't for nothing that I raised you all these years.

"Samael, Samael, you're awake! How about we have a big celebration? Make whatever's good to eat!"

Happy raised his little head, his eyes blinking rapidly, and glistening drool dripped from his mouth.

"it is good!"

In a good mood, the ancient snake subconsciously agreed and then turned around and called softly.

"Tina, we're going to gather some ingredients for a late-night snack. Do you want to come along?"

"Um... together..."

With a somewhat hesitant response, Tina jogged forward from the darkness.

Then, the man led Happy and Tina away, one on each side, and headed into the dense forest.

So you all know each other after all this time?

Left behind, Circe was bewildered by a gust of wind, his lips twitching violently. Frustrated, he squatted down and drew circles, muttering to himself.

Damn you worm! How dare you deceive the great witch! I curse you to be turned into a piglet!

Why not secretly feed him some drugged wheat porridge?

Eat, eat, eat! Let this guy eat his fill all day long!

"Um, Circe, right? What kind of food do you want to eat on this island?"

"Anything is fine."

The sudden question sent a chill down Circe's spine, who was brewing malice, and he hurriedly responded, his tongue tied in knots.

In the bushes, Samael looked at the little quail with a beaming smile, its hands clutching the hem of its clothes, its body trembling like a leaf, and stroked his chin, muttering to himself.

It seems the joke went a bit too far; look how scared the child is.

For example, increase...

Well, let's have a snack.

The ancient snake coughed, suppressing the inhuman thoughts in its mind, and grinned to reveal eight neat teeth, showing what it thought was a gentle and kind smile to the person opposite it.

Has he found out? Will he eat me up?

Seeing that sinister smile that revealed its teeth, Circe's heart skipped a beat, its little face turned pale, and it immediately flapped its wings and fled back to its little nest.

"Don't eat me! I don't taste good at all!"

At this moment, Samael noticed that the eyes on both sides were focused on him, and he felt slightly embarrassed.

It seems I went too far and scared this silly bird into a psychological state.

A few hours later, the three of them returned to the cabin carrying a large pile of wild vegetables, mushrooms, seasonings, and other ingredients.

Using his extensive knowledge, Samael devised a unique and flavorful late-night snack.

When it was time to eat, even Circe, who was shivering under the covers, was attracted by the aroma. He overcame his fear and quietly slipped to the table to enjoy the meal.

After the atmosphere eased and the others finished their explanations, the ancient serpent cast a long, eerie glance at Harpy, who was wolfing down his food.

Okay, take back what I said earlier. I knew all that talk about the touching feeling of never seeing each other again was fake.

In the eyes of a foodie, there are only two kinds of things in the world: edible and processed before consumption. And if you're not careful, even people might be included.

Chapter 125 The grass has sprouted! (2/3)

After a satisfying meal, Samael naturally left the cleaning up to the two silly birds, while he took over the little nest that the witch Circe had carefully prepared, and used the information gathered from their conversation to organize his thoughts.

As the saying goes, when the Tao rises, the demons fall, and when the demons rise, the Tao falls. His open and covert struggles with the Greek gods have unwittingly turned into a turn-based game.

Just as the Water Treehouse concealed the goddess Athena, Typhon, the king of gods and monsters, appeared near the Arima Caves…

Medusa had just gained divine authority over the Earth Mother when Typhon's children were forced to go out to work, feigning allegiance...

On one side, they conspired with Prometheus to advance the birth of humankind, sowing discord among the gods and accelerating the decline of the divine age; on the other side, Zeus and the Olympian gods, under the guise of harvesting faith, forced humankind to perform elaborate sacrifices, compelling prophets to walk into their trap…

Just as Prometheus was using Poros's half-truths to stall Zeus, the wise god-king, now free to act, threw Pandora's Box, leaving humanity to destroy itself...

As a result, Samael, having miscalculated, had no choice but to risk revealing himself and bringing the thing out of the earth to prevent the extinction of humanity.

Tsk, putting aside skill, just in terms of strategy, we're definitely players of the same caliber.

The ancient serpent gazed wistfully at the starry sky, pursing its lips in silent mockery.

In the beginning, in order to take Pandora's Box to the Sea of ​​Oceanus, far away from humans and the heavenly gods, he and Tina unknowingly ran into the deep sea area and drifted all the way to the island of Ayu, where they happened to meet the harpy Harpy who had been banished to the sea.

Because this place is isolated overseas, few people know about the situation in the interior, and Samael is also unaware of the current situation of Athena and the rest of humanity.

Furthermore, the three girls, who hadn't paid much attention to time, also found it difficult to determine how long they had been unconscious.

Judging from the rock crust covering it, the ancient snake root is at least a hundred years old.

To be honest, the reason I've been asleep for so long this time is because of the stuff in my belly causing all the trouble.

Just as Samael was deep in thought, he seemed to sense something within his body. Grotesque red and black patterns spread wildly from his abdomen outwards, and a strong sense of malice permeated the air. The temperature in the room immediately dropped several levels.

Again?

The ancient snake's face darkened. It took a breath and immediately rushed out of the hut, arriving at the open space in front of the yard. Its body swelled to a hundred meters, revealing its original form.

Immediately, the coiled ancient serpent resonated with divine power and opened its mouth to spew air towards the ground.

The reddish-black mud surged out of the giant mouth, gathering on the ground and instantly forming a reddish-black lake filled with pure malice.

hum!

Amidst the heart-pounding tremors, ripples spread across the lake's surface, and a shifting, jet-black cube slowly coalesced and rose, its size continuously expanding.

In a moment, the thing twisted on its own like a Rubik's Cube, and crimson, dark magic patterns crawled all over the surface of the pitch-black container.

But the final darkness was illuminated, and a pool of reddish-black liquid rose from the pitch-black interior to the top, coalescing into a figure enveloped in a reddish-black, muddy cocoon.

Want to get it out? As you wish!