No One Understands Being the Villain Better Than Me
Chapter 295

What Did the Honest Man Do Wrong?

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Olympus, the temple of the gods.

Once again, Zeus returned to the land in disappointment. Leaning on his throne, he looked down at the ants-like humans who had swarmed across the land, building settlements and cities one after another, and expanding the seas. His face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with silver-white lightning and fury.

He loathed these creations that were almost identical to the gods, and through their wildness and arrogance, Zeus vaguely saw the future after the decline of the Age of Gods.

Therefore, this King of Gods wanted to free up his hands to plan the cleansing of the earth.

Even if it cannot completely exterminate humanity, erasing the Prometheus mark from them would be better than nothing.

However, the various trivial matters on Mount Olympus always distracted him.

At times, fate would call him to the Caucasus Mountains to meet the prophet Prometheus and ask him for answers to the prophecies.

Today, as time goes by, humanity is growing into a rising force that can no longer be ignored.

While the Olympian Gods outwardly maintained their arrogance, in reality, in order to further expand their influence and compete for faith, they had long since secretly concealed their identities and traveled to the earth time and again.

By performing miracles among human groups, they gained more temples and sacrifices, and their power increased rapidly.

The Divine Name include Apollo, God of Light, who was repeatedly sacrificed to, and Poseidon, King of the Sea.

We can't afford to waste any more time; we must take action as soon as possible.

Zeus frowned and muttered, a cold snort flashing in his eyes. The power of thunder was transmitted to the sky, exploding and roaring, gradually forming a flame-shaped mark.

A moment later, a burly man with a thick red beard, rough skin, and an ugly face, dragging a limp, limped up to the temple and respectfully bowed to the figure on the throne.

Looking down at his son, Hephaestus, the God of Fire and Forging, who was still wearing an apron and holding a forging hammer, Zeus's expression softened considerably.

He was the offspring of Queen Hera, the Queen of the Gods, created by a single sex. However, due to defects in individual evolution, Hephaestus's own laws of destiny were flawed at the time of his birth.

Therefore, this God of Fire and Forging is not as handsome and flawless as the other gods.

As a famous and beautiful goddess with white arms, Hera greatly despised Hephaestus, the ugly creation she herself had made.

So, as soon as the child was born, she threw him far away from Olympus.

Hephaestus fell into the ocean and was adopted and raised by the Thetis, Goddess of the Sea.

After reaching adulthood, this deity displayed unparalleled talent in forging, crafting numerous treasures and weapons for the gods in the hope of returning to Olympus.

But Queen Hera, steadfastly refused, unwilling to see this ugly, flawed creature appear before her.

Hephaestus used all his creative abilities to present Hera with a magnificent Golden Throne, hoping to win his mother's favor.

But the proud and beautiful Queen of Heaven, even after accepting the treasure, still refused her son's request and coldly told him to leave.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Hephaestus turned and left.

Hera, seated on her Golden Throne, was not yet happy when she was suddenly bound by chains of Rules that appeared above her, leaving her completely immobile.

The gods tried every possible method, but none could break the chains binding the Golden Throne. Even Zeus's Thunderbolt Scepter, after several attempts, could not budge the chains in the slightest.

Since Hera was in the center of the target, the gods feared that their overwhelming power would harm the Queen of Heaven, so they had no choice but to give up.

After being tormented for a long time, Hera finally lowered her proud head under the persuasion of the gods and Zeus, and begged Hermes the Messenger, to go to Mount Etna, reconcile the mother-son relationship, and bring Hephaestus back to Olympus.

But Hephaestus, having suffered humiliation and cold treatment, would not so easily let go of his resentment and untie Hera from the Golden Throne.

In the end, Zeus intervened and granted Hephaestus the title of God of Fire and Forging, promising him the marriage of Aphrodite on Mount Olympus. This honest man, driven to desperation, finally agreed to reconcile with Hera.

As for Aphrodite, well, this beautiful flower, if I can't pluck it myself, then even a normal male god shouldn't even think about touching it.

In fact, the reason why this ugly and disabled son was able to be ranked alongside the gods on Olympus was largely due to Zeus's relatively fair mediation.

Therefore, although Hephaestus's relationship with his mother Hera remained lukewarm, he greatly respected his Father God.

Moreover, because Hephaestus was focused on smelting and creation and had no desire for power, he rarely stayed here even though he was ranked among the chief gods of Olympus.

He spent most of his time on Mount Etna, where he and three Cyclops spent their days hammering and forging for fun.

This God of Fire and Forging continuously forged countless weapons and treasures for the gods, greatly enhancing the power of Olympus.

Zeus was naturally willing to show more kindness and generosity to his son, who had no ambition and posed no threat.

In this way, by betrothing Aphrodite, who was capable of stirring up conflict among the gods, to such a dull and unassuming husband, the troublesome situation was prevented from causing further turmoil on Olympus.

In order to break the curse of fate and become king for eternity, he could even imprison his beloved Metis within his body, and abandoning another fairy who was chasing after desires was naturally a piece of cake for him.

However, Hephaestus, you even wear this apron when you meet the King of the Dark Lord. Aren't you a little too focused on forging?

On Mount Etna, I spent more time with the furnace and metal, and with the three Cyclops, than at home.

If you have time, you should pay more attention to your wife.

While you were away, she was having a very passionate affair with your handsome brother, Ares, the God of War.

In fact, many male celebrities have probably slept with her more times than you have.

Zeus frowned inwardly, his mind racing with thoughts, but ultimately, out of consideration for the dignity of the gods and the stability of Olympus, he remained silent.

Besides, he was already overwhelmed with the affairs of the Cursed Child and the human, and even though he knew that Aphrodite was not innocent, he didn't have the energy to deal with it.

"Father God, what are your commands to me that you have summoned me?"

Hephaestus lowered his forging hammer and respectfully inquired of the King of Gods who sat on the throne.

"Hephaestus, my dear child, your skills are the pride of the gods. The King wishes to use your exceptional abilities to forge a perfect vessel."

Zeus parted his lips and whispered, his eyes gleaming.

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