Naughty, Call Me Auntie 1/4

Inside the room, the atmosphere was eerie. The ancient snake, who had been invited to observe and provide guidance, was stiff, feeling an invisible pressure coming from both sides.

Unlike the semi-competitive, semi-entertainment game between Samael and Themis in the past, the contest between the Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of Justice on the chessboard is fierce and decisive, with each side launching rapid attacks.

Although they were locked in a fierce battle on the chessboard, with blood flowing everywhere, the two goddesses appeared calm and composed, chatting and laughing.

Samael felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the statue, and obediently kept his eyes down, pretending to be a wooden doll.

"The fall of Mount Othrys is inevitable, and if you are willing, we will usher in a new era of order!"

"You should know very well that justice will be written by the victors, and only might makes right."

Metis pushed the chariot forward and patiently advised him.

"In this era, perhaps the law of the jungle prevails, but the justice I uphold has not stooped to favoring either side or personally participating in this unjust war."

Themis held up a knight in front of her, her tone gentle yet firm, her eyes beneath the black veil seeming to pierce through time and space.

"Moreover, the former King of Gods of Mount Othrys, having just overthrown the oppression of the Sky Father Uranus, was also full of ambition and summoned the Titans to reshape the world."

"But now, he indulges in wine and lust all day long, even summoning gods and monsters and ordering them to fight each other in the court for his own amusement."

"How can you guarantee that Zeus won't be the next Cronus?"

Metis maintained his ambiguous smile, turning the Queen into a sharp blade that plunged into the heart of the enemy's chessboard, rampaging recklessly.

"I believe in my king, and I believe he will make the right choice."

Themis shook her head slightly, her expression calm yet revealing a hint of helplessness.

"Face reality, Metis, we share the same mad blood."

"God will not lower himself to truly pursue equality and justice for this world."

"Plunder and domination are in our nature."

The Goddess of Wisdom was unperturbed, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly, her eyes filled with a unique tenderness.

"It's okay, I can try and fail, and make another choice."

The Goddess of Justice looked down, her expression changed slightly, and her tone instantly became stern.

You're playing with fire!

The silver-haired sage seemed somewhat tired, leaning back in her chair with her delicate body reclining. Her deep gaze drifted towards the starry sky, her eyes holding a profound meaning.

"Time is running out. If Titan wants to continue, it must make a choice."

"Having an answer is better than having no answer, and even if the answer is wrong, I won't regret it."

Themis frowned and raised her voice.

"Metis!"

"Naughty girl, you should call me Auntie, Astraea."

Metis glanced at Samael beside him with amusement, then winked at the Goddess of Justice opposite him.

Samael's eyelids twitched violently, and he had an urge to run away. He was afraid that if Themis couldn't hold back and started fighting with the Queen of Gods of Olympus opposite him, he would be caught in the crossfire.

Goodness, this woman is a master of seduction; it's too dangerous to stay near her.

Making your own aunt call you "aunt"—this is a dangerous act, only you would dare to do something like this.

Themis her lower lip tightly, her face slightly stiffening.

"Metis ..."

"Um?"

"Aunt Metis ..."

Finally, upon hearing this amusingly humiliating title, the Goddess of Wisdom, who had been dancing in the minefield, revealed a mischievous smile, like drinking ice water on a sweltering summer day, and her flickering gaze toward Samael took on a more enigmatic meaning.

It seems that Aunt Themis thinks highly of this little guy.

As Metis, he casually moved his pieces forward, which seemed to ignite Themis's anger. Themis abandoned any attempt at fair play and began to launch a series of attacks and traps.

Soon, the Goddess of Wisdom, who had only recently started playing the game, had all her pieces wiped out, leaving only her commander, who was surrounded and gradually led to her execution.

Even the last shred of dignity that the wise man had to concede was taken away by Themis, who was now somewhat annoyed.

"Tsk, so angry? Looks like he's really upset."

Metis clapped his hands, leaned back lazily in the rattan chair, picked up the flower cup, took a sip of the crystal dew, and as he turned his head, his narrow phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward.

"Samael, right? I really like this game; it's intellectually stimulating and fun. How about you come with me to Olympus and teach me how to play chess?"

"Metis!"

Before the increasingly stressed Samael could answer, Themis suddenly stood up, pointed to the door, and her expression turned cold.

"You need to get some pain!"

If you can't afford to play along, then you can't afford to play along. You agreed to call her "aunt," but then you changed your mind. That's so rude.

The Goddess of Wisdom muttered to herself, stretched and got up, giving the Goddess of Justice a wry smile.

"You really aren't going to help me?"

Themis remained silent, her face cold.

"Sometimes, when a balance persists for too long, it means it becomes stale. Only when the old order is broken can a complete throne be built from the ruins."

"Perhaps enough blood has been shed, so that the whip won't lash more people's heads."

"One day, you will understand me."

Metis waved helplessly, pulled up his hood to conceal his presence, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the marsh. Before leaving, he winked and waved to Samael.

"If you want to come to Olympus, you can do so anytime."

The ancient snake politely declined to comment.

The Goddess of Wisdom gave him the feeling that her ability to cause trouble was somewhat like Shamhat's, and the word "trouble" was written all over her body.

However, Metis is more perceptive and more reserved, and the secrets he hides are even more unfathomable.

"A complete throne"? Did the Greeks also want to create their own one and only god?

So, assisting Zeus was her choice?

Furthermore, what exactly is in the sky? Metis remained tight-lipped about this.

The ancient serpent, adept at unraveling complexities from the smallest details, had a glint in its eyes, vaguely sensing that a crucial hidden thread might be concealed within this New and Old God Wars.

However, due to the limited information available, the ancient serpent was unable to piece together a complete answer and had to temporarily set aside its thoughts.

At the same time, the Goddess of Justice touched the still-warm black queen with her fingertips, a silent sigh escaping her lips.

You guessed the beginning right, but miscalculated the ending.

The madness and cruelty in our blood are far more terrifying than you can imagine.

Several days later, deep within the Chryseis Marsh, in a dark cave called "Asamoma".

An uninvited guest, wearing a hood and with a wisp of bright silver hair peeking out from both sides as he walked, quietly arrived and gazed at the several crystalline eggs inside the cave, which were brimming with divine power and were hatching.

In the darkness, a pair of purplish-red vertical pupils suddenly opened, followed by the rustling sound of scales rubbing against rocks.

A figure with pale yellow wings on its back and purplish-red scales emerged halfway out of the cave, its gaze coldly looking down.

What are you doing here?

"Let's make a deal, a deal that will decide the fate of gods and demons..."

"You should have already received the revelation, Echidna, the Serpent Mother ..."

Their purple eyes met, and the visitor lowered his body, picked up a purplish-red egg with a shiny outer shell and faint signs of fetal movement inside, gently stroked it, and murmured meaningfully.

"It seems this is the child..."