Travelers vs. Prophet 5/5

"I took a quick look at the prototype you left behind and vaguely understand what you want to create."

"Look, this is a god or monster, this is a Titan. By setting aside the differences and looking for commonalities, we can arrive at a relatively perfect design..."

"This kind of creation requires at least one head to think, two arms to coordinate the use of tools, and two legs to walk..."

"Two eyes are needed to observe from different directions, two ears are used to listen to the surrounding sounds, and the mouth and nose are convenient for breathing and eating..."

Samael familiarly squatted down on the ground, pulled out anatomical diagrams drawn on parchment scrolls, and began to talk eloquently to Prometheus.

As he gazed at the gradually completed implantation of the organ on the blueprints, a series of thunderous shocks exploded in the prophet's mind, tearing through the fog and gradually piecing together a clear outline.

"We need to pay attention to the art of symmetry and highlight the beauty of harmony!"

"In addition, according to my calculations, the ratio of height to leg length should be kept at 1:0.618 for the best sensory effect."

Athena eagerly approached, observing and adding to the discussion with admiring eyes, while secretly winking at Samael beside her with a mischievous expression.

The golden ratio? Wasn't that something I casually mentioned in class? And you actually calculated the specific value.

The ancient serpent looked up at her, her chin raised, as proud as the swan Athena, and couldn't help but be surprised by her intelligence and resilience.

"Don't just focus on appearance; infuse them with wonderful qualities, which is far better than sculpting their shells."

"Be humble, honest, compassionate to the weak, and Britannia in the face of adversity. With these qualities, even an ugly exterior can shine because of a noble soul!"

Medusa stroked the twisted clay sculpture, glanced at Athena with a wistful look, and offered her advice with a touch of melancholy.

"Aaaaa!"

Tina jumped over excitedly from behind, nodding with a grin, clearly agreeing.

Prometheus's eyes sparkled, and he felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart. His gaze toward the crowd became increasingly gentle and appreciative.

He originally thought that he would be grateful if these uninvited guests didn't cause any trouble, but he never expected that their thoughts would shine like stars, constantly giving him prophetic insights.

They possess wisdom that transcends species and foresight that transcends time.

"What do you think this species should be killed for?"

As Prometheus perused the parchment, he gathered opinions and suggestions, and scribbled on the mud. After each annotation, he would look up and ask questions.

"Humans!"

Medusa answered without hesitation, her expression a mixture of reminiscence and wistfulness.

Samael, seated on the rock, rested his chin on his hand, looked at the gods engaged in a heated discussion, and smiled as he began to chant.

"Humans, well, this will become a magnificent masterpiece!"

"Ah, what a graceful appearance! What elegant manners! What noble reason! What great power!"

"They act like a saint! In wisdom like a god! They are the essence of the universe! The crown of creation!"

Like a song or hymn, it echoed in Prometheus's ears, making his eyes sparkle.

The prophet disdainfully pushed and smashed all his previous oddly shaped and crude creations, then stood sadly in the distance.

Since it has brought such an extraordinary creation to the world, ordinary soil and common stream water are no longer sufficient to meet the needs of its creation.

Medusa then spread her fingers, revealing a vibrant, earthy-yellow mist.

At the same time, Athena snapped her fingers, and Sorcery Array opened between her fingers, revealing a water bottle made primarily of rock and adorned with various gemstones in the Goddess of Wisdom's hand.

The Bottle of Life, a sacred object of Gaia, the Earth Goddess, carries the essence of the Taiga currents and can bestow life upon all things.

In order to be fair, the ancestor gave Medusa the "Primordial Soil of Life," and in return, he gave Athena a parting gift.

However, for the sake of fairness, the Goddess of Wisdom only had the right to use it temporarily, and after completing the creation, she still had to return it.

Well, the goddess of the earth and abyss possesses the [Primordial Soil of Life], and the Sky Goddess wields the [Bottle of Life], which makes a good match.

Samael leaned against the rock, watching with great interest the two girls locked in a fierce battle of wits and cunning, a mocking smile on his face.

As the yellowish-brown halo scattered stardust onto the ground, the Water of Life poured into it, and the vibrant mud mixed and coalesced before Prometheus.

The prophet was aroused by an unprecedented desire to create, and his hands eagerly reached into the mud, as if he wanted to bring the human species into the world as soon as possible.

It's coming, a moment that will be etched in history!

He watched Samael quietly from behind, a smile playing on his lips, clearly looking on with anticipation.

Just as Prometheus's skin was about to touch the mud, his fingers stopped, he stood up, turned to the crowd, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Or... never mind..."

"Forget it? What about humanity then?"

Samael's head was buzzing, his face was changing constantly, and a sentence slipped out, while the second half echoed in his mind.

What about the history of heroes? And how can I push for the separation of the divine era?

No, brother, everything is ready, we're just one step away from completion. Are you going to back out?

After uttering this exclamation, Prometheus felt inexplicably relieved, let out a long sigh, smiled gently, and looked at everyone.

"Humans, such perfect creations, should be created by those who are more suitable."

Athena Medusa noticed the gazes falling on them and looked surprised.

"You mean... us?"

The prophet smiled and nodded, responding in kind.

"Dang dong!"

"Although I brought the prototype, the human body's structure was perfected by Samael, intellect needed Athena's perfection, virtue was advocated by Medusa, and the materials were provided by the two of them."

"Therefore, you are more qualified than I to create their physical forms, more qualified than I to endow them with intellect, and more qualified than I to guide them toward the future!"

Athena Medusa looked at each other, then turned to look at Samael.

Did we create humankind ourselves?

This is truly a road never before imagined...

Because he was traumatized by fate in Mesopotamia, Samael subconsciously went astray, wanting the hand of Prometheus to create humankind and dig graves for the gods.

Okay, all the conditions are in place, why not do it yourself?

The more the ancient snake thought it was feasible, the more excited it became.

But the moment he looked up, the towering Mount Olympus seemed to drench him with a bucket of cold water.

Creating humankind directly is tantamount to confronting the gods. If Athena Medusa were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Now that Gaia is about to return to her origin, she probably can't stop the rising Zeus.

Prometheus seemed to sense Samael's worry, and patted the ancient serpent's shoulder with a meaningful smile.

"Don't worry, with you here, Olympus shouldn't notice any changes here."

"Although I am a creation of humankind, I am still nominally myself."

Samael suddenly looked up, his Serpent Eyes constricting as he stared intently into the prophet's deep, dark eyes.

He understood!