Flirting Under Imperial Orders 3/4

Fuck you, Zeus!

Yesterday you only asked about strategy, but you didn't say I should reveal it to your face. That's not fair!

Feeling the invisible pressure emanating from the side of the divine throne, Prometheus broke out in a cold sweat, muttering to himself while his eyes darted around.

Before the prophet could even devise a solution, Epimetheus, the somewhat slow-witted brother who was still eating and drinking to his heart's content in full view of everyone, stood up and boasted.

"Your Majesty, according to my brother's plan, eliminating the remaining seven Titans is quite simple, and you will also benefit immensely in the process. It is absolutely a brilliant strategy!"

The foolish hindsight failed to notice the murderous gaze emanating from Prometheus.

Standing atop the temple of gods, fueled by alcohol and with a flushed face, he began to explain his brother's strategy in a slightly reverent tone.

Whether it's the twelve Titans or the newly born six siblings, the even-numbered Divine Offspring are there to facilitate pairing and union, and to continue the pure bloodline.

But having the right number doesn't guarantee that those goddesses and gods will choose each other.

Among them, Themis, Goddess of Justice, Mnemosyne, Goddess of Memory single.

If at this time, Zeus, the young and handsome New Gods king of the gods, were to seduce the two goddesses and bring them to his side.

This King of Gods not only wins the heart of a beautiful woman, but also gains powerful support, making his position unshakeable.

Therefore, with one side gaining and the other losing, the balance between Mount Olympus and Mount Othrys will be greatly disrupted.

In addition, the Coeus, God of Celestial Bodies and the Phoebe, Goddess of Prophecy also had two very beloved daughters.

One is Leto, Goddess of Nurturing, and the other is Astraea, Goddess of Meteors.

If we follow the same approach of forming an alliance with the Oceanus, we could also seduce one of the couple's two daughters.

Therefore, the gods of the heavens and the goddess of prophecy should also switch their allegiance and support the son-in-law's ascension to the throne.

As a result, the original twelve Titan Gods on Mount Othrys would eventually be reduced to three.

By then, even though Cronus possessed the King of Gods, along with his two staunch supporters, they were no match for the Duryodhana forces and could not withstand the backstabbing and siege of the gods.

After he finished explaining his brilliant strategy in one breath, he sat back down in his original seat, feeling quite honored as he basked in the "respectful" and "amazed" gazes of the gods.

Apart from Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth who looked completely indifferent and apathetic, and Demeter, Goddess of Abundance, a slight sigh was revealed.

Hera, Poseidon, Hades all wore insincere, forced smiles as they offered their compliments.

Using the same tactics to woo a woman, Zeus, let alone whether he had that much charm, was Zeus Titan Gods.

Besides, without seeing your brother Prometheus, you wouldn't dare to openly offer your suggestion.

Have you considered the feelings of Queen of Gods Metis? Sending lovers to her husband—do you really think this Goddess of Wisdom only knows how to use her brain?

This rare prophet will eventually be ruined by his foolish younger brother.

Why didn't we end up with such a terrible younger brother? The ambitious Hades and Poseidon exchanged a bitter smile, secretly grumbling.

At this moment, Prometheus was below the court, felt the scrutiny falling on him, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly began to defend himself.

"Your Majesty, we do not yet have a suitable method to win the favor of all the goddesses. Perhaps we should wait until I have a definite answer before reporting back."

Zeus narrowed his eyes, conjuring Thunderbolt Scepter and Goatskin Divine Shield in his hands. An immense pressure swept over him, and his voice was chilling.

"Prometheus, you are fooling the gods!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down. It was... it was me who said it. It has nothing to do with my brother."

The dim-witted man tried his best to explain, but when he saw the increasingly cold look in Zeus's eyes, the wine turned into cold sweat.

He's really going to kill someone!

The prophet helplessly pulled his foolish brother back, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes.

This strategy of sowing discord between the King of Gods and Queen of Gods- Queen is proposed, but it cannot be implemented.

Zeus definitely needed to find someone to take the blame and prove to his wife that he was truly sincere.

To be honest, he was thinking about going home. Although the people on the Titans weren't very bright, sometimes the superiors he followed were too smart, and he was in danger just as much.

Since the birth of Zeus, it seems that all predictions related to fate have become more or less uncertain.

Even though he racked his brains, the inexplicable fog that hindered his perception left him always in a state of confusion.

As a prophet, his foresight was greatly diminished, as he could only vaguely foresee that Olympus would be the victor, and that Prometheus would turn to surrender.

But he never expected that this King of Gods would be so unscrupulous, forcing him to devise a plan to kill the Titans and submit a pledge of loyalty, and now he was even preparing to make him a scapegoat.

Even though he was vigilant and refused to fall into the trap, he couldn't stop his foolish younger brother from making a mess in front of the gods, and in the end, he was dragged down with him.

Guo Xin, are you being too hasty?

There's no other way but to take a gamble.

Prometheus sighed inwardly, and without resistance, raised his hands and stepped forward, offering his neck for execution, his clear eyes gazing wistfully at the throne.

However, his gaze lingered on the face of Queen of Gods Metis.

Just as the New Gods- King, Thunderbolt Scepter in one hand and Goatskin Divine Shield in the other, was becoming increasingly enraged, the oppressive power of the heavenly gods reached its peak.

A soft chuckle from the side of the throne eased the tense atmosphere. Metis raised her delicate hand and gently placed it on the back of her husband's hand, stroking it lightly, her gaze gentle and tender.

"Forgive them, my king. Put away your narrow-mindedness and suspicion, and show the magnanimity befitting a king."

"Prometheus was a great prophet. What he saw was not all, but as long as he dared to speak it out, it was considered credible."

As the divine will that had been locking onto him dissipated, Prometheus, who had survived the ordeal, found his back soaked with cold sweat.

He immediately bowed to express his humility and gratitude, then pulled his distraught younger brother back to his original seat.

At the same time, the Goddess of Wisdom pulled her husband to sit down, gently stroking his chest as if to quell his anger, while nestling close to him and playfully asking him questions.

"My king, will your love for me change?"

"If you don't understand, I can lay my heart bare and show you my sincerity!"

Zeus immediately put away his Thunderbolt Scepter and Goatskin Divine Shield, his gaze tender and full of openness.

"Ugh, why would I want to see your heart..."

Metis chuckled, drawing circles on the King of Gods' chest with his fingertips before pausing for a moment, a radiant smile spreading across his face.

"Go to the edge of the Sea of Okeanos, to the boundary where the sky and the sea are still locked in a stalemate,"

"Perhaps, what you need is there."

"You should know that there is another supreme being who hates Cronus even more than Gaia, the Earth Mother Goddess."

Except for one person who realized it later, all the gods were insightful and immediately understood.

Yes, the Sky Father — Uranus, how could we forget about him!

The hatred for having a chicken stolen is irreconcilable!