Half a Son-In-Law is Like Half a Son

Meanwhile, on Mount Olympus, the Temple of the Gods, shrouded in night, was deathly silent.

A moment later, a figure leaped into the corridor, initially cautious, then swaggering confidently, making his way unimpeded to the blazing Sacred Flame.

Tsk, Zeus removed all the gods guarding the Sacred Flame just to make it easier for me to come. He really put on a full show.

The prophet, bathed in light, shook his head mockingly, raised his hand to reach for the golden flames dancing on the torch, breaking the restrictions that bound the laws of fire.

Instantly, bursts of fiery red flames burst forth from the broken seal, scattering once more across the pitch-black earth. Clusters of faint light rose one after another, illuminating the night like stars.

"Prometheus, you've gone mad!"

A figure rushed out of the darkness, looking at the broken seal with a solemn expression.

The prophet turned his head slightly to look and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hestia? It's a good thing you came, otherwise things would have been really difficult to handle."

"What's so good about it! I'm on night watch now. Before Zeus and the others find out, you'd better hurry up and leave!"

The Goddess of Furnace gritted her teeth, her face full of anxiety, but as soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

I told you I wouldn't get involved in this mess, so why can't you control your mouth?

"If I run away, how will you explain it to Zeus?"

Prometheus, on the other hand, adopted a surrender posture, chuckled, raised his chin, and gazed into the distance with a deep and distant look.

"Let's go, our King of Gods must be getting impatient."

Hestia's breath hitched, and she immediately understood the key point, her lips twitching involuntarily.

You're something else, Zeus!

I was wondering why I'd been put in charge of guarding the Sacred Flame all this time, and why I was suddenly summoned tonight. Turns out it was all part of your plan.

Realizing she had been tricked again, the Goddess of Fire couldn't help but mentally unleash a torrent of abuse on her beloved younger brother.

Since every move she made was being watched by that King of Gods, Hestia knew that even if she wanted to turn a blind eye, Prometheus, caught red-handed, would never be able to escape Mount Olympus.

Left with no other choice, the goddess of the hearth took Prometheus and led him to Zeus's temple.

Because of her dereliction of duty in guarding the Sacred Flame, she had no reason to plead for the prophet and was turned away before even entering the house.

Hestia could only leave dejectedly, Subordinate God's command to summon the gods once more and prepare to begin the trial of Prometheus.

At this moment, Zeus stepped down from his throne and approached the prophet, frankly outlining his conditions.

"Son of Iapetus, if you follow the example of your good brother, the Atlas, and piously pledge to the ancient Goddess of Oaths Styx, to submit to me forever, I, the king, can forgive your sins before the gods."

The wise King of Gods, whose tyranny was restrained by reason, was naturally unlike his wicked peers, who acted recklessly.

"If this kind of forgiveness also includes human beings, then I might consider it."

Faced with the chilling power of thunder, Prometheus remained unfazed and pondered.

"You have no right to negotiate with me!"

Zeus's face immediately darkened, and he coldly looked down at the prophet, his eyes silvery-white, flashing with lightning, his terrifying divine power making people tremble with fear.

"After I've dealt with you, I'll slowly deal with those blasphemous ants on the ground!"

Tree-branch-shaped arcs of lightning, along with the surging and friction of the ether, spread continuously around the King of Gods, causing space to distort slightly.

Under terrible oppression, Prometheus hunched over, his knees bent, his joints cracking, and cold sweat pouring down his temples.

So powerful! Even the combined strength of Athena, Medusa, and Samael is far inferior! Thank goodness we didn't launch a direct attack!

Despite the excruciating pain of being crushed, the prophet gritted his teeth, strained his muscles, and struggled to lift his head, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Great Wise King of Gods, compared to those insignificant humans on earth who are merely struggling for survival, don't you think that your troubles on Olympus are the real threat?"

"Do they have the guts?"

Zeus sneered arrogantly, his eyes filled with sarcasm.

"Nanyu, have you forgotten the curse of destiny borne by your kin, the god Cronus?"

Prometheus smiled and "kindly" reminded him.

"Impossible! Metis has already..."

Zeus's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head in denial, but his eyes revealed deep doubt and apprehension.

He was even troubled by the unreliability of the curse of the Iapetus.

Now that Prometheus mentions the destiny inherited in his blood, how could he possibly not care?

"Even if Metis is gone, everything will continue. You will not only have six wives, but also countless lovers."

I have seen the coming of the cursed child; one day, the chosen one, destined to fulfill the curse, will surely descend!

The prophet's gaze was deep and his voice was low.

"Who is it! Who is that child! Answer me, Prometheus!"

Zeus was furious and grabbed the prophet by the collar, demanding an explanation through gritted teeth.

However, the prophet, who was abruptly brought up, instead revealed a strange smile.

"Great Wise King of Gods, now it is your turn to make a promise to the Goddess of Oaths Styx. If you promise not to harm humans, I will tell you the answer."

After a moment of silence, the Olympian King of Gods's eyes flickered. He put Prometheus down, raised his right hand, and forced out the oath through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I promise I won't personally harm humans!"

As expected, you won't give up so easily.

Prometheus sensed the trickery in the conversation and sneered inwardly.

But circumstances are beyond human control; being able to restrain this King of Gods to some extent is already the limit.

As long as the gods continue to reap the benefits of faith from humanity and enjoy its sweetness, they can effectively counterbalance Zeus.

Seeing that Zeus had made some concessions, the prophet recalled a certain symbol engraved on the table in the room. His eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth to ponder.

"He is infinity, he is possibility, he is the coming of upheaval..."

He will possess wisdom surpassing yours, he will gain the power of the world, he will ultimately dismantle the divine might of Olympus and seize your throne!

Suddenly, a warning arose, and a strong sense of crisis made his heart pound with fear.

An indescribable agitation and fear caused Zeus's forehead veins to bulge. He shoved these prophets against a pillar and roared through gritted teeth.

"Who is it! Answer me!"

"Um... cough cough... Poros, the god of opportunity Poros!"

With his throat being choked and his face turning purple, Prometheus, half-conscious, managed to utter a muffled sentence before coughing violently due to difficulty breathing. He barely managed to pry open Zeus's strong arm and then uttered the answer in fits and starts.

"Who would give birth to this bastard?"

"That's... another problem... unfortunately... it's not within the scope of our deal..."

You're kidding me!

"Your King of Gods, didn't you also hold back on your promise just now? If you want to know which Divine General give birth to this child, you must guarantee the survival of humanity."

"Prometheus!"

Zeus, enraged by the prophet's tightly closed lips and unyielding demeanor, was enveloped in silvery lightning.

Beep...

Meanwhile, in Mycenae, Samael flicked the flames of a lamp, and the bright light shone on the table.

Athena Medusa, who had accompanied them, lowered their heads slightly, their gazes falling on the serpentine symbol that formed a perfect circle with its head and tail connected. Their fingertips touched the scale-like texture, their expressions puzzled.

I said I was going to check out your upcoming arrangements, so why did I end up here?

"What's this?"

Athena frowned slightly and asked a question.

"Ouroboros, the infinite future, infinite possibilities, and the opportunity to change this world..."

As Samael pondered, he tapped the table. When his eyes noticed the twinkling stars converging on Olympus again outside the window, a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, by the way, to avoid being discovered by Destiny, Prometheus and I have done a little to conceal the true name of this relationship in the future plan."

As for the specifics, you'll find out later.

How do you do crisis public relations?

When faced with trouble and doubt, don't rush to wash it away; the more you wash, the worse it gets.

The right thing to do is to release other, more explosive information to draw attention away from the situation and reduce the heat around you.

That Wise King of Gods should be busy searching for the legendary god of opportunity, who may or may not exist. Until he gets the complete answer from Prometheus, he probably won't have time to cause trouble for humanity.

As for the legend that Poros, the god of opportunity, was the son of Metis, that seems to make no problem.

There's an old saying that a son-in-law is like half a son.

In the darkness, the ancient serpent watched Athena, who was hunched over the table, struggling with the so-called "secret weapon," while it leaned against the corner, rubbing its chin with a subtle expression.