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Chapter 116 Prophecy of the Fall of a God

Following behind Hephaestus, Shen You kept looking around as he passed through the workshop, the scanner never stopping for a second.

It has to be said that Vulcan truly lives up to his reputation as Olympus's top gold-medal craftsman; he's definitely got some serious skills when it comes to weaponry. Just the equipment displayed in this room alone has quite a few aspects that Shen You find interesting.

He scanned everything first and made a record of it. If he had the chance later, he could ask Vulcan if he could take a few equipment samples back with him.

Shen You wasn't interested in the weapons themselves; what truly attracted him was the knowledge they contained.

Hephaestus is probably the best representative of advanced magical artisans, as his development and innovations are all based on magic. Many of his ideas and designs are worth referencing and can help Shen You further understand the magical principles of this universe.

As his gaze swept across the area, Shen You noticed a large, conspicuous empty space suddenly appearing between the various pieces of equipment, which seemed somewhat abrupt. He activated his Ultra Vision and immediately discovered that an airplane was parked there.

It was an invisible aircraft, its outer layer visually shielded by magic. If Shen You hadn't recently studied and analyzed DC's magic, he might have been fooled when he first arrived.

"Oh, this is for Diana," Hephaestus said, walking over to the side.

"For me?" Diana asked in surprise.

"Yes, an aircraft whose form has been concealed," Hephaestus said proudly. "Another great work of Vulcan."

Shen You recalled. In the early versions of the story, Wonder Woman couldn't fly, and this stealth aircraft was once as iconic as her Lasso of Truth. A scene was even specially designed in the 1984 Wonder Woman movie to pay homage to it.

"Looks like I owe you again, Hephaestus."

Diana jumped onto the plane, sat in the cockpit, explored the seat, and seemed quite satisfied.

However, Shen You blinked hard, but felt a little puzzled by the scene in front of him.

Because the plane was invisible, but Diana wasn't.

So from an observer's perspective, it looks like Diana is suspended in mid-air on some unknown object, looking around and reaching out to touch the air.

He looked at Hephaestus with some surprise: "What about the driver?"

"Driver?" Hephaestus looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand the question.

"Driver, I can see her from here," Shen You said.

"Of course," Hephaestus said nonchalantly. "Airplanes can become invisible, but Diana can't. What are you talking about?"

Shen You: "."

No, so it seems that only airplanes can become invisible?

Wouldn't it look like Diana was floating in the air when she flew up?

Not only is the visually ridiculous, but this invisibility is also completely pointless.

"Great craftsmanship, Hephaestus. Thank you."

At that moment, Diana also poked her head out of the plane. At least, her posture made it look like she was poking her head out, as if she were lying on the cockpit windshield.

There's only one question.

"Any questions, my princess," Hephaestus smiled.

"The thing is, the whole plane is invisible except for me; I can't even see myself," Diana said, looking somewhat embarrassed. "How am I supposed to see the instrument panel?"

".ah?"

Hephaestus's smile froze.

"A chronometer?"

Shen You: "."

It seems this Olympian craftsman possesses skill, but sometimes his design thinking isn't very clear, resulting in equipment that sometimes appears somewhat ambiguous.

"You know what? Let's forget about it. We came here for something else."

Diana jumped off the plane and shoved Hephaestus aside.

"I remember you said you had some problems."

Hephaestus shook his dwarf-like head.

"Then ask, Diana. What do you want to know?"

"It's about the prophecy," Diana said in a deep voice. "You should know about the recent rumors circulating in Olympus. Zeus's offspring, and the fall of a god. I know something has been causing widespread panic throughout Olympus lately, and I just need to know exactly what it is."

"Ah, this."

Hephaestus scratched his head.

"Well, I can't say I don't know, but I'm really not sure either. Or I think everyone's just scared, but nobody really understands what's going on."

"Tell me what you know," Diana said.

"Well, if we're talking about the cause, it should be Zeus, the king of the gods," Hephaestus said.

“I’ve heard. Nobody’s seen him for a while.” Diana nodded. “But that’s not strange, is it? Zeus is always elusive, indulging in his pleasures.”

"Yes, that should be the case. But Apollo was the first to say that Zeus was no longer there. No, that's not accurate. In Apollo's own words, he consulted the prophet, and according to the prophet, Zeus never existed at all."

Diana frowned. "That sounds a bit strange. Maybe he was murdered?"

“Is that so? But that’s not all,” Hephaestus said. “Apollo believed that the person who killed Zeus—assuming Zeus was indeed killed—might still have Zeus’s blood flowing through his veins.”

Diana hesitated for a moment.

"That area is indeed quite 'small'."

"Yes, we all know that Zeus's bloodline is nothing special, but there aren't many who have this ability."

“That’s true,” Diana asked. “But how does this prophecy involve other gods? What are they afraid of?”

"Ah, that's another story. They believe that Zeus's death was just the beginning, the start of a new prophecy that would sweep across all of Olympus, from which no god could escape."

Demeter said this was not a prophecy, but destiny. "We will all die, and we will die at the hands of a blood relative."

"A son of Zeus?" Diana exclaimed in realization. "So this is the prophecy. A certain son of Zeus will kill all the gods, and Olympus will be destroyed."

"Yes, and with Zeus gone, the position of King of the Gods is vacant, and Heaven will surely fall into chaos. Someone has to sit in that position. And there are quite a few people who are eyeing that seat."

As far as I know, Apollo seemed quite interested.

"Aren't you nervous about this?" Diana asked.

"Are you afraid of death? Of course. The more immortal a guy is, the more nervous he gets when he hears that he might die. But even if you're afraid, it's useless. If it's predetermined, then what's meant to happen will happen."

Who knows? The killer could be anyone. Maybe it's Apollo, maybe it's Ares—many people think it might be Ares; he looks like a suspect.

It is even possible that...

He glanced at Diana, then suddenly stopped talking.

Diana paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Are you talking about me?"

Mount Olympus, the Temple of Hera.

"You look very sad, Mother."

The speaker was a short-haired woman with pale skin, barefoot, sitting languidly on an ornately decorated windowsill.

That is the goddess of discord on Mount Olympus in mythology.

Queen Hera sat on her throne, swirling a golden goblet in her hand, and gave her a cold glance.

"Where you are, there is always sorrow, isn't there, child?"

"Please don't say that, Mother. I just felt you might need some care."

"Ha!" Hera said angrily. "Love? You have no idea what I need."

The Goddess of Conflict smiled: "I know. You think you're different, that you're the Queen of Heaven, unlike those who go out and have fun with your father."

"Hippocrat," Hera said coldly, "she deceived me, in the most abhorrent way. And that Amazon, that bastard, with my husband's blood flowing in her veins, squanders the power of the gods. Mortals see her as a miracle, calling her 'Wonder Woman.'"

"Ha, it's all for that adorable little sister," the Goddess of Strife laughed. "But she's no pushover. No offense, Mother, but she's an Amazon, and a demigod at that."

"I won't be entangled with her for long," Hera said coldly. "I've already put up a hefty bounty. This time, she'll be facing a completely different opponent than before."

"Um?"

When the goddess of conflict heard that there was something fun to be had, her eyes widened immediately.

"Really? Why didn't you do this before?"

Hera picked up her glass and took a small sip.

"I signed a deal, at a considerable cost," the diva said with a cold smile. "That Amazon will have absolutely no chance."

7,000 words today.

(End of this chapter)