Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 227 The World Needs Truly Intelligent Life
Epimetheus was greatly displeased with his brother's dismissive attitude and immediately raised his voice to retort, "Prometheus, haven't you made any mistakes?"

"Besides these mortal objects, I also offer the unicorn, a symbol of beauty and purity, to His Majesty the Great God-King!"

"I also drew inspiration from the eagle created by His Majesty himself, combining the eagle's divine beauty with the majesty of the lion I sculpted, perfectly creating the Griffin—the most powerful and resilient superhuman creature on this land!"

"They all symbolize His Majesty the God-King's holiness and transcendence, representing His Majesty's nobility and justice! But what about you, my dear brother? What have you done?"

"You wanted to create the most perfect guardian, but you ended up modifying the eagle's head, forcibly attaching it to the body of a cow, and even giving it a pair of wings, the ability to spin silk, and what you thought was a clever and melodious voice!"

"You wanted to create a creature full of intelligence, but in the end you only created a complete idiot who only knows how to kill!"

Epimetheus became more and more excited as he spoke, his face full of schadenfreude: "You 'perfect creation,' with your own hopeless logic and your brain that is as clever as yours, have come to the final conclusion about 'guarding'."

"The most thorough 'protection' is to eliminate all potential threats within the territory, whether they are threats or not."

"Thus, the clever and melodious voice that should have been used for communication became a deadly bait to lure its prey; the tough spider silk that should have been used for concealment and protection became a cruel shroud to wrap up a corpse!"

"I named this hideous monster that only brings death and sorrow 'The Howling Binder.' Dear brother, do you like this name? Huh?"

"Oh! Right! And that one too! That one's even more outrageous!"

Epimetheus almost burst out laughing, and then mocked, "You want to solve the problem of cleaning up the debris on earth once and for all, so you create a so-called 'ultimate decomposer'."

"You gave it a body as gluttonous as a jackal, and one that is never full, and you transformed the eagle's wings into enormous membranous wings, giving it the ability to glide; you gave it the compound eyes of countless insects, so that it could see all the edible food on the ground without any blind spots!"

"You also gave it the ugliest mouthparts, capable of gnawing on everything, and even secreting highly corrosive digestive juices."

"The scariest thing is that you let them live in groups. A single group can have tens of thousands of them."

"The results of it?"

"Where they passed, nothing grew, all was silent, leaving only a piece of land completely corroded by digestive juices."

"They became black clouds of death, moving 'ends'. Wherever they passed, whether living or dead, nothing grew."

"Yes, they did indeed become the most thorough and efficient 'terminators.' Only, they ended all life along with them!"

Epimetheus rubbed his chin seriously, grinning mischievously, and said, "What do you think of calling it the 'Way-Clearing Locust'?"

"My dearest brother, when you created these two 'masterpieces,' how did you consider the issue of 'cyclical operation'?"

"Isn't your behavior a little bit reckless, arrogant, and foolish? Hahahaha—"

Epimetheus finally couldn't hold back and burst into triumphant laughter.

Prometheus's face flushed red from His words, and he could only force a reply: "I'm doing this to... to solve the problems you caused before!"

"Can exploratory creation, in pursuit of ultimate perfection, be called reckless?"

Next came some language that was a bit difficult to understand.

What do you mean by "It's the creator's business, how can that be considered reckless?"

Statements such as "the pioneers' explorations cannot be considered reckless and arrogant" are unacceptable.

The brother's somewhat weak explanation only made Epimetheus burst into laughter.

In an instant, the desolate forest was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Just as Prometheus was about to become enraged and almost started fighting with Epimetheus.

A mature, magnetic voice, neither too sweet nor too cold, like fine tea soothing the throat and refreshing the soul, rang out beside them: "Oh~ you two great sons of Iapetus, it seems you are quite happy."

"I just wonder, do you have any concrete and feasible plans for the important task entrusted to you by His Majesty the God-King?"

Upon hearing this, the two brothers turned around to look.

Not far away, atop a thick branch, stood a magnificent and extraordinary eagle with wings as black as night.

She was about half a person's height, with a pair of sharp eagle eyes that gleamed with wisdom and insight, looking at them in a charmingly teasing tone.

Upon seeing her, Epimetheus exclaimed with delight, "Claunia, it's you!"

"Come quickly, come just in time! Help us judge this matter. Between us two brothers, who has truly done more for the prosperity of the world and for His Majesty's important mission!"

This magnificent eagle is the first eagle in the world, created by Zeus himself from the underworld. Her name is Ceronia, which means "messenger of thunder".

This was the name Zeus himself gave her.

After Zeus took her away from the underworld, he released her into the sky and personally bestowed upon her the law of "flight".

Although she often maintains the form of an eagle, she is actually already a true deity.

She also created a divine body for herself that conformed to the form of a god, but in ordinary times, her favorite body was the eagle form that Zeus himself created, symbolizing speed and freedom!

Because this was created by His Majesty the Greatest God-King himself!
Zeus also gave her a task: to keep an eye on Prometheus and the others as they created life, and not to let them slack off too much.

Commonly known as a foreman.

If it weren't for the overseer sent by the God-King, these two brothers might not have been under such pressure to create so many creatures so "actively" in such a short time.

In order to get Klaunia to speak well of them before His Majesty the God-King, and also to stop her from pressuring them so much, they bestowed upon her the powerful gifts of "sharp eyes" and "swift movements".

Um.
It can be considered that they used the authority authorized by His Majesty the God-King to "bribe" the supervisor sent by His Majesty the God-King.

At present, the two Prometheus brothers possess immense power, and Zeus has granted permission for all the gods in the heavens to assist them in creating life.

It can be said that in the three realms and three domains, there is no god who does not help or bless you.

When they want to create life, whatever materials or talents are needed, the gods will generally allow it.

Even for complex talents that require the fusion of the powers of multiple deities, the gods will generously bestow their blessings as long as the application is reasonable.

It can be said that in the current Heavenly Dao system, whatever they lack, they can submit an application, and as long as it's not too outrageous, the gods will grant it.

After all, creating life is not such a simple thing.

This requires mobilizing the power of the gods; otherwise, relying solely on the two second-generation Titans, they wouldn't be able to create even a few decent, successful beings in ten thousand years.

Claunia accepted the "bribe" from the Prometheus brothers without hesitation.

However, she still wrote this down in detail in her little notebook.

From now on, she will report everything, big or small, to His Majesty the God-King.

She wouldn't be so naive as to think she could keep it a secret from His Majesty the God-King for them.

She was quite clear about whose hawk she was.

Upon hearing Epimetheus's words, she chuckled and said, "This matter is not for me to judge. Only His Majesty can judge your merits and demerits. My duty is simply to report everything I have seen to His Majesty truthfully."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it was like the softest feather, intentionally or unintentionally stirring the listener's heartstrings; it was truly alluring and captivating.

However, the content of her words did not make either of the Prometheus brothers happy.

Prometheus sighed heavily and said with a sense of helplessness, "My dear Claunia, we have created many creatures, both mortal beings and those intelligent beings with some divine qualities."

"The sky, the earth, and the sea have all become much more prosperous than before. However..."

"I always feel that all of this is still not perfect."

"This land is still lacking a race that can dominate among mortals."

"They should possess considerable wisdom to manage the trivial and intricate affairs of this earth, in place of the gods who reside high above heaven."

"Only when such truly intelligent life is born can this universe truly become 'prosperous'."

"However, we are completely stumped on this crucial step. Dear Claunia, do you have any good suggestions?"

Klaunia gracefully waved her jet-black wings and decisively shook her head.

His voice remained calm and magnetic: "Your Excellency Prometheus, you two brothers are close advisors to His Majesty the King of Gods, great gods of Mount Olympus, and sons of the primordial Titan Iapetus."

“If even you have no clue, how could a mere deity like myself possibly offer any good advice? My wisdom is far from sufficient to provide even the slightest guidance for your great work.”

(End of this chapter)