Planting a Seed

Olympus God System was a sieve full of holes now, and there was no way to plug them all.

The funny thing was, Zeus was already in such a sorry state, yet he still wanted to play his two-faced games. Did he really think Lein was some clueless newcomer to the God Realm?

Perhaps Lein was young and didn't understand the God Realm's rotten rules, but he understood Zeus.

That wretched god was just like he was in the myths—he didn't play by the rules, treated promises like hot air, and came up with all sorts of excuses to welch afterward.

From a diplomatic standpoint, a man with such a flexible moral compass was certainly difficult to deal with.

If Lein genuinely wanted to work with him, he'd have a serious headache.

Fortunately, Lein had never intended to cooperate with that wretched God King in the first place.

Not long after the envoy left, Lein gave a disdainful laugh. "A fallen Zeus is the best Zeus."

Susanna, who was belly-dancing on top of him, was stunned.

What?

Zeus was the exalted God King, and Lein could decide whether he lived or died with a single word?

Just how powerful was the backer I'd found?

Susanna slowed her dance a little. "Lein, were you serious about your demand of the Olympus God System?"

Lein laughed even louder. He comfortably lay back with his hands behind his head. "Don't be ridiculous. Those three are among the Twelve Main Gods of Olympus. There's no way they'd leave at this point. I was just deliberately planting a seed in the other side's mind."

Lein's guess had been right.

After the envoy returned, the Olympus Gods were naturally furious.

"Bastard! How dare he? Even I— Pah! Lein Tesla! Just you wait until you fall into