This is so dishonest!

Chapter 425 The Beauty Trap! [Bonus Chapter (3 chapters combined, 10,000 words)]

Faced with the intense malice of the God of the Abyss.

Xuanqing asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you come from Chaos?"

The God of the Abyss sneered.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

He proudly declared, "I am the son of Chaos, the creator god."

Xuan Qing nodded: "The offspring of the [God of Chaos], that is the remnant of Chaos, no doubt about it."

Having said that, a compassionate smile appeared on his face:
“I am Yahweh, the one true God, who has come to purify this place from all its evil.”

The God of the Abyss seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the universe, and the entire abyss trembled violently with his rage.

"Purify all evil? My child, in this darkness, chaos is the only, supreme order!"

"Your laughable light cannot even ignite a speck of dust here."

Xuan Qing shook his head, his expression remaining calm.

"Let there be light."

He uttered those three words softly, his voice low, yet they contained the laws of creation.

An indescribable light of creation erupted from his body, instantly illuminating this eternal darkness.

This light is not meant to dispel the darkness, but to establish new rules within it.

Wherever the light reached, the chaotic laws began to be forcibly organized, and the disordered energy began to be given a definition.

The dark divine body of the God of the Abyss trembled violently as he felt an unprecedented offense and sting.

This is not merely a contest of power, but a denial and trampling of his very existence.

"presumptuous!"

The God of the Abyss was utterly enraged. He ceased to maintain his human form and transformed into the true form of the abyss.

The endless darkness, like a flood bursting its banks, transformed into billions of roaring tentacles, sweeping towards Xuan Qing from all directions.

Each tentacle contains a terrifying power capable of corroding divinity and devouring laws.

"Sin deserves judgment."

Faced with this world-ending scene, Xuan Qing simply raised his right hand slowly.

Behind him, a heavenly scroll, brimming with endless vitality and sacred aura, suddenly unfolded.

Within the painting, countless six-winged angels, singing hymns, flew out, their bodies composed of pure holy light, wielding holy swords burning with flames.

The angelic legion formed an insurmountable defensive line, clashing violently with the dark tentacles.

The clash between holy light and darkness caused the very core of the abyss to boil violently.

The God of the Abyss roared, and more dark power surged from every corner of the abyss, empowering him.

"In my own country, I am invincible!"

"You false god from abroad, you will become a part of my power!"

The dark tentacles broke through the angel legion's defenses, like a giant net, trying to completely envelop and digest Xuan Qing.

As Xuanqing gazed at the overwhelming absolute darkness, the look of pity on his face finally faded, replaced by supreme majesty.

"I am the Tao, I am the truth."

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the air.

"Whoever believes in me will see the light, even in darkness."

In an instant, the dark tentacles that rushed in front of him seemed to have encountered their nemesis, and began to tremble, wail, and even disintegrate wildly and uncontrollably.

The eerie aura of "chaos" and "malice" emanating from them was rapidly purified and evaporated under the purest "holy light," just as snow meets the blazing sun.

His power was actually actively "believing" in the other's light, which led to his own collapse.

This is a form of absolute suppression based on the conceptual level, completely disregarding any reason.

"You've successfully enraged me!!"

The voice of the God of the Abyss carried an unprecedented rage.

He abruptly withdrew all the "contaminated" dark tentacles, ceasing this futile test of the laws.

"Outsider, do you think you can defeat me with such petty tricks?"

The will of the abyss roars, and the entire dark realm responds to its call.

"You will see what true 'chaos' really is!"

The colossal dark form of the God of the Abyss began to shrink and condense, eventually transforming into an enormous black spear.

The spear had no runes, no radiance, only pure nothingness and the end.

It seems to be the embodiment of the chaotic void before the birth of the universe, possessing the terrifying power to tear apart all laws and reduce all things to nothingness.

"In the name of the Father God Chaos, all things shall return to chaos!"

The black spear pierced the darkness of the abyss, carrying an unparalleled momentum, and went straight for Xuan Qing's heart.

Faced with this attack that embodied the power of the entire abyss, Xuan Qing's expression was more solemn than ever before.

He knew that this was an attack by the other side that risked the very essence of God.

“Stubborn sinners should be judged with the might of thunder.”

Xuanqing's voice became cold and dignified, no longer carrying the slightest trace of compassion.

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing upward.

A tiny ball of lightning, yet seemingly containing the weight of the entire universe, slowly emerged in his palm.

That was neither the thunder of Mount Olympus nor any kind of lightning in nature.

It is an improved version of the Jade Purity Divine Thunder.

"Thunder is the command of Heaven, and it carries out punishment on behalf of Heaven."

As Xuan Qing chanted softly, the ball of lightning instantly surged, transforming into a spear of judgment bound with countless chains of order.

Above the thunder spear, there are scenes of the birth and death of the sun, moon and stars, phantoms of all gods paying homage, and supreme majesty representing the ultimate "law" of the universe.

"go."

Xuan Qing flicked his arm, and the Judgment Thunder Spear transformed into a golden stream of light, heading towards the chaotic black spear that represented "the end".

There was no earth-shattering roar, no cataclysmic energy explosion.

The moment the tips of the two divine spears touched, the entire abyss fell into absolute silence.

Time seemed to stand still, and space seemed to freeze.

Where the spear tips touched, a tiny "singularity," neither black nor white, neither existent nor nonexistent, was born.

At this moment, the two most fundamental forces constituting the universe, "order" and "chaos," engaged in their most primal contest.

Within the singularity, countless universes are born and die, and countless laws are collapsing and reorganizing.

The chaotic black spear of the God of the Abyss is constantly trying to pull everything into nothingness.

Meanwhile, Xuanqing's Judgment Thunder Spear is frantically establishing "rules" and giving "meaning" to this void.

This is the ultimate tug-of-war between "existence" and "nothingness".

In just a moment of stalemate, the outcome was decided.

click-

A crisp shattering sound echoed throughout the abyss.

A tiny golden crack appeared on the chaotic black spear that contained all the power of the God of the Abyss.

That crack is the mark of "order".

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread wildly like a spider web, covering the entire spear shaft.

[God of the Abyss] Pupils constrict slightly.

This false god actually possesses such power?

"Outsider, you have proven yourself with your formidable strength."

The God of the Abyss changed his expression quickly, trying to resolve the conflict from before.

But he maintained his superior attitude and said in a condescending tone, "I allow you to leave with the Hundred-Handed Giant."

"Go, leave the abyss, and do not disturb my peace."

Seeing that Xuan Qing remained unmoved, it seemed he still intended to continue fighting.

The God of the Abyss remained silent for a moment before speaking:

“I know your intentions. The upcoming great war between the new gods and the old gods is your main focus.”

"Given the strength you have demonstrated, I can lend you a helping hand."

"Of course, this assistance was provided after the war."

“Tell me about it,” Xuanqing said.

The God of the Abyss said, "In this universe, the authority of the God-King is beyond your imagination."

Even if the old god-king is defeated, the new god-king cannot truly kill Him; He can only imprison Him.

"And my abyss is the perfect cage."

"I, Tartarus, the god of the abyss, welcome all powerful gods to fill the void of the abyss."

The God of the Abyss spoke his last sentence very seriously.

"Great idea."

Xuanqing nodded slightly.

"But I refuse."

"reject?!"

The God of the Abyss was stunned.

Not only did he disregard the offense of the Olympian gods, but he also mercifully offered to help them, only to be refused!
Why refuse?
Why should I refuse?
"Your rejection of my kindness is a provocation against the abyss and a disrespect to chaos!"

He lost his temper and became somewhat angry and embarrassed.

"Disrespect for Chaos?"

Xuanqing's eyes were indifferent as ice.

"Chaos is merely a state of ignorance before the birth of order."

"And I am order itself."

The moment the words fell, the Judgment Thunder Spear shone brightly.

Boom! ! ! !
The chaotic black spear exploded in response, turning into countless dark fragments.

The Thunder Spear of Judgment, undiminished in its momentum, carrying an irresistible divine might of judgment, pierced fiercely through the dark divine body that the God of the Abyss had reassembled.

"what--!!!"

Amidst the piercing screams, the body of the [God of the Abyss] seemed to be doused with the thickest holy light, frantically emitting hissing white smoke.

His divine body was collapsing, his origin was dissolving, and his will was being forcibly purified by that domineering force of order.

He felt weaker than ever before.

Even more terrifying is that even if the [God of the Abyss] instantly regained his divine body.

But this feeling of weakness persists!
"Damn guy!!"

This time, the God of the Abyss felt a real threat.

He gave Xuanqing a deep look.

Then, the enormous dark god body suddenly retreated, attempting to escape into the deepest part of the abyss.

"Where to go!"

Xuanqing's voice echoed throughout the abyss like the final judgment.

"Darkness has nowhere to hide."

He took a step forward, ignoring the distance in space, and followed closely behind the [God of the Abyss], pressing his advantage.

He intends to seize this opportunity to completely incorporate the Abyss into his own order, making it an indispensable part of his future mythological system.

However, just as he was about to catch up with the God of the Abyss, a strange and powerful force descended without warning.

This force is formless and shapeless, belonging neither to earth, water, fire, or wind, nor to light or darkness.

It originates from the depths of everyone's heart, from the most primal impulses and desires.

The cold, despairing atmosphere of the entire abyss was suddenly tinged with an ambiguous, desire-filled pink hue.

Even the roaring monsters' howls have become... well, full of a unique charm.

For the first time, Xuan Qing stopped in his tracks.

He could feel that his "sacred word" power was softened, distorted, and even given a new "meaning" when it came into contact with this pink aura.

"Let there be light" has become "Let there be love".

"Sin deserves judgment" has been transformed into "love needs no judgment".

A soft laugh, so sweet it could melt even the bones of a god, echoed in Xuan Qing's heart.

"Hehe, why is this handsome, abstinent deity so irritable?"

"Is there anything that can't be solved with 'love'?"

Xuanqing frowned slightly.

The newcomer appears to be an extremely formidable enemy.

The opponent's power is not through direct confrontation, but through "assimilation" and "distortion".

She doesn't fight against your rules; instead, she interprets them in the way she wants.

"Who are you?" Xuan Qing asked.

"I am the God of Love and Desire, or you may call me Eros," the voice replied with a coquettish laugh.

“My Lord, your obsession with ‘order’ is also a strong ‘desire’.”

"Why not lay down your sword and compose a love poem with me?"

The pink aura intensified, transforming into countless invisible and intangible threads of emotion, attempting to entangle Xuan Qing's Dao heart and arouse his deepest desires.

This is an attack that is impossible to defend against and targets the very source of the problem.

"The god of love and desire?"

Xuanqing remained calm in the face of the deity's provocation.

He opened his palm, and the Gospel of Light, which had been transformed from the Mirror of Fear, quietly appeared in his hand.

The pages turned on their own without any wind, revealing a brand new page.

Xuanqing's eyes were filled with sacred compassion and universal love.

"You're right, love is indeed a great power."

His voice became incredibly gentle, filled with a convincing and infectious quality.

"But your understanding of love is too narrow."

"It is based on physical desires, on fleeting passions, it is petty love."

"But the love I'm talking about is a grander, more selfless, and more eternal love."

He stretched out his finger and gently stroked the pages of the Gospels.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

As this truthful statement, filled with "sacredness" and "uniqueness," fell...

boom--! ! ! !

The pink, ambiguous atmosphere throughout the abyss seemed to have been subjected to the most thorough "dimensional reduction attack"!
If the "small love" of the God of Love and Desire is like flowing streams, then the "divine love" in Xuanqing's words is a boundless ocean that can accommodate all rivers!

"This...what is this?"

For the first time, the Goddess of Love's charming voice carried a hint of shock and bewilderment.

She felt her power being covered, encompassed, and even transformed by a greater and more sublime "love"!

Her pink, primal desires, upon encountering Xuan Qing's holy light of "God's love for humanity," began to shed their ambiguous hue, transforming into purity, selflessness, and a spirit of dedication.

This terrified her more than any force that could directly destroy her.

Because this is fundamentally shaking her "Tao".

If love is no longer about possession and desire, then what is the meaning of her existence as the "Goddess of Love and Desire"?
"No! This is not love! This is a disguise!" the God of Love cried out sharply.

She dared not linger any longer; the invisible and formless power receded like the tide, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Meanwhile, the God of the Abyss, who had already escaped to the deepest part of the abyss, sealed himself completely in an "absolute singularity" at the bottom of the abyss without hesitation.

They will not reappear.

"He ran pretty fast."

Xuanqing stood silently in the void, looking at the empty darkness, and gently closed the Gospel in his hand.

He waited there for a while.

They didn't wait for the other deities to arrive.

According to the First Dragon, the God of Chaos had five sons.

Besides the Abyss God and the God of Love and Desire mentioned earlier, there are also two Dark Gods, as well as the Earth Mother—Gaia.

"The authority of Mother Earth? I wonder if Fellow Daoists Houtu and Nuwa would be interested?"

As Xuan Qing was thinking, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the chaos beyond the sky.

"Hmm, the seal on this mythological universe seems to be even stronger?"

"Did they realize something was wrong and are trying to fix things after the fact?"

"Then let's wait and see what you're up to." Xuan Qing's lips curled into a smile. He sensed that many powerful demon gods had begun to gather.

The upcoming battles will be even more exciting!

~~~~
On the Bronze Plains, the battle between Zeus, the ancestral dragon, and Campor reached its climax.

"In accordance with the 'Final Tactics Manual,' activate the final plan."

[Zeus] The voice of the First Dragon resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

He raised the Thunder Scepter high, and lightning elements from the entire abyss converged madly towards him.

"In the name of the God-King, I declare that sins deserve judgment!"

A bolt of lightning, a hundred times thicker than any before and imbued with the power of both order and destruction, descended from the sky and struck Camper squarely on the head.

Ouch——!
Camper let out a bloodcurdling scream of extreme pain.

Its head was completely pierced, and the abyssal dragon's breath could no longer be emitted.

Its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The battle is over.

The gods all breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing a mixture of exhaustion and excitement.

[Zeus] The First Dragon walked to the cage and gently tapped it with his thunder scepter.

The seemingly indestructible black metal melted away like ice and snow under the power of the scepter.

The three hundred-armed giants were finally freed.

They slowly opened their long-dormant eyes, and all 150 heads looked at the ancestral dragon, Zeus.

“Thank you, grandson of Uranus.” Cortous’s voice was like the earth’s crust moving.

“In return, we will fight for you,” Briareus said.

“We will hurl mountains upon you and tear your enemies apart,” Guges added.

A powerful ally has been secured.

[Zeus] Zulong nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say a few polite words.

"According to the Alliance Mutual Assistance Agreement, your participation will greatly enhance our combat capabilities. On behalf of Mount Olympus, I welcome you."

After he finished speaking, he sighed silently.

Just then, Xuan Qing quietly returned to the group.

"Is the matter resolved?" [Zeus] the Ancestral Dragon put away his Thunder Staff and asked telepathically.

"Not yet, your two ancestors are running quite fast."

Xuanqing replied, "So I stopped there to avoid scaring away the bigger fish behind me."

The five primordial gods, according to their bloodline, were the great-grandfathers of Zeus.

However, this mythological universe is rather unique. It doesn't seem to place much emphasis on things like seniority.

"As long as you know what you're doing, that's fine." Zu Long trusted Xuan Qing completely.

Xuan Qing laughed and said, "Aren't you worried? I'm just a projection, and the power I can use is limited."

"If the opponent has the strength of the fifth level of the Great Luo Realm, then things will be difficult!"

"What are you afraid of?"

The First Emperor didn't care at all.

If Xuanqing says it's not easy to handle, then it's possible!
Besides, with the two of them working together, there's absolutely no chance of them capsizing.

"If that doesn't work, we can just send more people over, won't that solve the problem!"

The First Emperor issued his final order.

"Mission accomplished, prepare for retreat."

However, just as they were about to leave...

The three hundred-armed giants, who had just been rescued and were full of primal and wild power, suddenly all looked at Xuan Qing.

Their 150 pairs of eyes were filled with curiosity, awe, and a hint of worship.

Then, with voices powerful enough to shake the abyss, they sang in unison.

"Hallelujah!"

"Praise be to the supreme light that brings order and liberation!"

"Hallelujah!"

The Olympian gods were all petrified.

Even Zeus, the first dragon, was stunned.

[Heavenly Emperor, did you drug them?]

Xuan Qing retorted angrily: "This is slander against me!"

The First Emperor asked: "Then what's going on?"

Xuan Qing looked at the hundred-armed giant who was showing him such piety, and thought for a moment: "Perhaps they sensed my battle with the God of the Abyss, and that's why they sincerely worship me?"

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor curled his lip: [I didn't realize you were so narcissistic, Heavenly Emperor!]

That's called confidence!

~~~~
After successfully rescuing the Hundred-Handed Giant, the Olympian gods were filled with even greater confidence.

They were eager to prepare for the upcoming battle of the Titans.

But at that moment, Mount Olympus received an unexpected visitor.

He is neither a god nor a demon; he carries the ancient bloodline that originated with the Great Old Ones.

The man walked with ease through the outer perimeter of Mount Olympus, as if strolling in his own backyard.

Thunder and holy light did not punish him, because he could not sense the slightest hostility from him.

He paused outside the magnificent gates of the Golden Temple, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate matter and look directly at the gods seated within.

Zeus, the ancestral dragon on the throne, raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing this familiar yet unfamiliar aura.

Poseidon gripped the still-developing trident tightly, his azure eyes filled with vigilance.

Hades' figure became even more blurred in the shadows, poised to vanish into nothingness or launch a fatal attack at any moment.

Hera's face was covered with frost, and she harbored hostility toward any unknown entity that might threaten her husband's royal power.

Only Xuanqing, the supreme being who called himself "Yawei," maintained a calm gaze, even with a hint of interest on his face.

[Zeus] The First Dragon waved his hand, signaling the gods to calm down. He could sense that the other party was not there to provoke them.

"Let him in."

The God-King's voice was calm, yet it contained an undeniable majesty.

The heavy palace doors slid open silently to both sides, revealing a tall, slender figure radiating wisdom.

He was dressed in a simple linen robe, his face resolute, and his eyes seemed to hold the weight of countless ages and all the possibilities of the future.

"I am Prometheus, son of Iapetus, who has come to pay homage to the new king of the gods."

The visitor bowed slightly; his voice was gentle and magnetic, enough to soothe any restless soul.

Upon hearing this, Poseidon and the others' hostility lessened slightly, but their doubts deepened.

Why would Prometheus, the Titan known for his "prophecy" and "wisdom" among the second generation of Titans, come here alone?

"Prophet, your arrival surprises me," said Zeus, the Ancestral Dragon.

“Great King of Gods, my arrival is not accidental, but follows the revelation of destiny,” Prometheus replied.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting that of the ancestral dragon, Zeus, on the throne.

"I see countless possibilities for the future, most of which will end in the fall of Mount Olympus and the lament of the new gods."

These words immediately heightened the tension in the hall.

"Are you threatening us?" Poseidon's voice was like the raging waves of the deep sea.

Prometheus shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

"I am not threatening anyone, but stating a highly probable fact that is about to happen."

"The power of the Old God King Cronus is far more terrifying than you can imagine; he is not alone."

"The combined power of the twelve Titans would be enough to shake the very foundation of the universe."

[Zeus] The First Dragon neither commented nor denied this, but simply listened quietly.

He knew that since the other party dared to come alone, it was definitely not to say a few discouraging words.

Sure enough, Prometheus changed the subject.

"However, I also see a narrow path to victory, full of thorns and uncertainties."

His gaze swept over every deity present, finally refocusing on Zeus, the ancestral dragon.

"And I can show you this path."

Hades' deep voice came from the shadows: "What do you want?"

This is a very practical issue; no one would betray their own race without a reason.

A smile crept across Prometheus's lips, as if he had been waiting for those words.

"What I want is very simple: a promise, and a place."

He extended a finger and pointed to the eleven empty golden thrones in the temple, apart from the throne of the God-King.

"After the war is won, I demand a place on Mount Olympus and to be a member of the new pantheon."

This request was undeniably audacious; it was tantamount to reserving a future position as the supreme god in front of all the new gods.

Hera immediately snorted, clearly displeased with the Titan's greed.

Zeus, however, laughed; he appreciated this straightforward deal.

"Your wisdom must be commensurate with the value of this position."

“That’s natural,” Prometheus replied confidently.

"In exchange, I will tell you the weaknesses of each of the Titans, the source of their power, and their character flaws."

"I will become the sharpest dagger piercing the heart of Titan."

"And I will offer my first gift, a strategy that could change the course of the entire war."

[Zeus] The ancestral dragon leaned forward slightly, clearly intrigued.

"Tell me."

Prometheus cleared his throat; what he was about to say might challenge the traditional beliefs of all the gods present.

He didn't look at anyone else, but stared intently at the handsome face of Zeus, the ancestral dragon, a face so beautiful it could eclipse everything else.

“Great God-King, you yourself are the most crucial weapon in this first plan.”

[Zeus] The First Dragon was taken aback, then touched his chin with great interest.

"Oh?"

Prometheus took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the plan that was enough to make Hera go berserk on the spot.

"The plan I'm offering you is called the 'Handsome Man Scheme'."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire Golden Temple fell into a deathly silence.

Poseidon gaped, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The shadows surrounding Hades seemed to freeze, clearly stunned by the word.

Xuan Qing's lips subtly curved upwards into a slight smile.

Hera's face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to black, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to be spitting out a tangible rage capable of incinerating everything.

"What did you say?"

Hera's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest abyss, causing the temperature in the entire temple to drop several degrees.

[Zeus] The First Dragon thought to himself, "This is bad."

[Good heavens, this prophet is really bold! He's telling me to use my charm in front of the gods?]

[Is he afraid my backyard isn't lively enough?]

While inwardly grumbling, Zu Long quickly gave Hera a reassuring look.

However, Hera's attention was now completely focused on the foolish prophet.

"Prometheus, are you insulting the King of the Olympians, or are you provoking me?"

Despite Hera's overwhelming rage, Prometheus remained remarkably calm.

He bowed slightly to Hera and explained in a humble yet assertive tone.

"Honorable Goddess Hera, my plan is solely for the future of Olympus and has no intention of challenging your dignity."

"What I'm saying is that the alliance of the twelve Titans is not indestructible."

"If the other Titans can be persuaded to remain neutral, it will inevitably shake the foundation of Cronus's kingship, and his power will be weakened as a result."

Hera's expression softened slightly, but remained icy.

"So, your so-called 'handsome man scheme' is to have the God-King seduce those Titan goddesses?"

“It’s not seduction, it’s conquest,” Prometheus corrected.

"The first sky god and the earth mother gave birth to six male Titans and six female Titans."

"The god of light and the goddess of light became husband and wife, and in the east they cared for and protected their children: the god of the sun, the god of the moon, and the god of dawn. They were not interested in the great war between the new gods and the old gods."

"The ocean god and the water mother goddess united and gave birth to six thousand river gods and spring gods. Their most beloved child—the goddess of wisdom Metis—was the lover of the god king."

At this point, Prometheus smiled and turned to Zeus, the first Titan: "So, these two Titans basically maintained a neutral stance."

Upon hearing this, Hera glanced at Zeus, the ancestral dragon.

Zu Long coughed softly, sounding somewhat awkward.

Before overthrowing the old god-king, he had a good relationship with Metis, the goddess of wisdom.

It was Metis who prepared an emetic for him, tricking the old god-king Cronus into drinking it.

Cronus vomited immediately after drinking it, expelling Zeus's other five brothers and sisters.

Only then were they able to drive out the old god-king.

It can be said that this goddess was his true love.

It's definitely not a problem to win over my father-in-law and mother-in-law through her.

Prometheus continued, "And your mother, Rhea, the goddess of time, hates the Old God King for devouring his offspring, so she will not actually participate in the war."

"In addition, the God of the Celestial Bodies and the Goddess of Prophecy have two daughters—the Goddess of Nurturing and the Goddess of Meteors; these two Titan gods love their children very much, and if the God-King can win the hearts of these two goddesses, he can gain their support."

Upon hearing this, the First Dragon pondered for a moment, then said noncommittally, "Go on."

Upon seeing this, Prometheus's smile widened, revealing an expression that said, "Just as I thought."

He continued, "Of the remaining Titans, with the God-King's charisma, the goddesses of memory and justice are the ones he could win over."

"Let them willingly transfer their share of 'power' and 'fortune' from Cronus to you, great Zeus."

"Then, you will achieve final victory in the upcoming battle of the Titans!"

Prometheus looked at Zeus, the ancestral dragon, again, his eyes filled with anticipation.

[Zeus] The first dragon pondered silently, having fully understood Prometheus's intentions.

This was indeed not a simple romantic affair, but a decisive power struggle.

According to the Primordial True Realm, this is stealing the enemy's "fate" and "orthodoxy".

This plan... is quite interesting.

Looking at the prophet before him, Zu Long couldn't help but think of the Turtle Prime Minister far away in the Primordial Realm.

If the Prime Minister were here, he would probably offer the same advice.

Just then, Zulong looked at Xuanqing beside him, wanting to hear the Heavenly Emperor's opinion.

Xuan Qing glanced at Prometheus with considerable admiration.

In the Olympian mythology, this prophetic god, like Nuwa, created humankind from clay in the future.

Oh, and he also has an accomplice—Athena.

"This plan is brilliant. It strikes at the root of the problem and gets straight to the source. This prophet is a knowledgeable person."

Finally, Xuan Qing nodded slightly and transmitted his voice, "You can use a poisonous faith, so you can naturally use this harmless 'handsome man trap' as well."

Having received Xuan Qing's affirmation, [Zeus] Zu Long felt much more at ease.

The only problem now is how to appease Hera, who is about to erupt.

He turned his head and looked at his wife with an unprecedentedly sincere gaze.

"Hera, my beloved."

His voice was gentle yet full of power.

Don't you believe me?

Hera was taken aback by his sudden display of affection, and her anger involuntarily subsided somewhat.

“This is not a matter of belief, Zeus, it is a matter of your dignity.”

“No, this is precisely for our dignity.” [Zeus] the First Dragon stood up and walked to her.

He gently took Hera's cold hand and continued.

"Only by winning this war can we have true dignity."

“Prometheus’s plan may sound unorthodox, but you have to admit it was very effective.”

"This is not for personal gain, but for the future of all the gods of Olympus."

"I assure you, my heart will always belong to you, and only to the Queen of the Olympians."

"Everything I did was just a mask that I had to wear in the war."

Hera's body trembled slightly as she looked into the genuine emotion in her husband's eyes, and her defenses began to crumble.

She was a proud goddess, but she was also a pragmatic goddess queen.

She knew Zeus was right.

Sometimes, sacrifices must be made to achieve victory.

"Whom do you intend to start with?" Hera's voice remained cold, but it was no longer a question; it was an admission.

[Zeus] The First Dragon was overjoyed, knowing that the most difficult hurdle had been overcome.

He turned to look at Prometheus, asking with his eyes.

Prometheus immediately understood and gave the first target.

"Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory."

"She is one of the twelve Titans and also Cronus's most trusted sister."

"She holds the divine authority of 'memory,' and all the epics and glories of the universe are engraved in her divinity."

"Cronus's legitimacy to rule largely stemmed from the 'glorious memory' she had woven."

“If we can make her forget Cronus and instead begin to remember your greatness, then the authority of the old god-king will begin to shake from its very foundation.”

Upon hearing this, Poseidon couldn't help but laugh and said, "That sounds like a huge project."

“That is indeed the case, but the rewards are equally enormous,” Prometheus replied affirmatively.

[Zeus] Zulong nodded. This is a good target.

"So, how much do you know about this goddess of memory?" he asked.

"She was aloof, elegant, and intoxicated by past glories, holding a cautious, even disdainful, attitude towards all new things," Prometheus recounted.

"She loves listening to ancient poems and reminiscing about bygone days under the starlight."

"Ordinary attempts to show affection and pursue her will only provoke her resentment."

"To win her over, you have to do it in a way that she can't resist."

[Zeus] A confident smile appeared on the corner of the first dragon's mouth.

"For example, covering up her cherished past with an epic more glorious than she remembers."

Prometheus’s eyes gleamed with approval.

"The God-King understands immediately."

"You need to create a completely new 'myth' that will captivate her, amaze her, and make her remember it forever."

"And you are the one and only protagonist in that myth."

[Zeus] Zulong turned his gaze to Xuanqing.

When it comes to creating "myths" and "divine words," this "God" is a professional.

Xuan Qing received his gaze, smiled calmly, and transmitted his voice, "I can compose a Genesis for you, which I guarantee she has never heard of before."

"However, the one who sings this epic must be yourself."

[Zeus] The First Dragon laughed inwardly.

Good grief, does this mean I have to personally go out and preach?

Using "The Gospel of Genesis" to pick up girls definitely takes it to the next level.

He turned around and nodded solemnly to Prometheus.

"I accept your plan."

"Your loyalty has been accepted by Mount Olympus."

The voice of Zeus, the ancestral dragon, echoed throughout the entire temple.

"From this day forward, the prophet Prometheus shall be a friend of Olympus."

"After the war is won, you will surely have a place in the temple."

Prometheus bowed deeply, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

"I am willing to serve the God-King."

Poseidon and Hades exchanged a glance. Although they found the plan somewhat absurd, since Zeus and the mysterious "God" had approved it, they chose to accept it as well.

Only Hera, after giving her husband a warning look that said "You'd better watch yourself," transformed into a divine light and disappeared into the temple.

She needs some time to process this fact.

At the same time, Demeter, the goddess of fertility and another sister of Zeus, gave him a reproachful look before gracefully departing.

[Zeus] Zu Long could only respond with a helpless, bitter smile.

It seems that after the war ends, the workload of pacifying my own backyard will be considerable.

He composed himself and regained his divine kingly majesty.

"Next, we need to study the true meaning of the Great Way of Water!"

Zu Long sighed inwardly.

Even with a new identity and a focus on the path of thunder, one still can't avoid using the power of the Great Dao that one is most familiar with!

This is truly a distressing matter.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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