You'd Be Better Off Going to Chaos

What did it mean to have everyone turn against you?

This was what it meant!

Dozens of True Gods of Olympus, two or three hundred lesser divine followers like Nymph Goddesses, and more than five hundred demigods such as Achilles had all fled in the blink of an eye. Nearly half of them were gone.

Even funnier, Ares, the God of War whom Zeus had once valued quite highly, wanted to flee too. The portal had already opened, and Ares was eagerly preparing to dash through when it suddenly shut. Lein called out from the other side.

"Sorry, I made a mistake! Ares, you're disgusting. I won't take you."

How utterly, utterly humiliating!

Ares had never dreamed he'd suffer this kind of Social Death one day.

He'd wanted to defect, and the other side had pretended to accept him, only to burn the bridge before he'd even crossed it.

What was that if not deliberately setting Ares up to be killed?

When Ares sensed the furious gaze Zeus turned on him, he was so scared he nearly wet himself. "No! Father God, I didn't—I mean, actually, I—um, I..."

For all his supposed wisdom, he couldn't even come up with a lie to soothe Zeus.

Zeus was so furious that he struck him with a bolt of lightning. The mighty God of War was left blackened and sprawled on the ground.

Ahem! Zeus hadn't actually killed him.

Zeus wouldn't survive the day anyway. But if he somehow made it through, he might prepare a private hell just for Ares!

Ares was a little lucky, at least. Zeus was even angrier with Athena than he was with him.

Zeus looked around, and a sense of hopeless despair washed over him.

Once, the Olympus God System had been impossible to bring down, no