He trusted Theron. He had always trusted him for tens of thousands of years.
And Theron had never disappointed him, so Prometheus believed this time would be no exception.
Zeus truly deserved to be called the King of the Gods. He forcibly suppressed the surging killing intent he felt toward Prometheus, though Metis, the Goddess of Wisdom, also deserved credit for that. In the past, Zeus might have attacked outright.
But now he possessed the divine authority of wisdom. He considered more and was no longer so impulsive. His face darkened as he said in a cold voice:
"Kneel! Prometheus, admit your error, submit to me, and swear by the ancient goddess Styx, guardian of oaths, that you will never again entertain any thought of resisting me!"
The pressure radiating from Zeus relentlessly bore down on Prometheus, seeking to crush him completely and force him into total submission.
Yet Prometheus merely smiled and calmly said, "Great King of the Gods, do you think I came here to beg for mercy? No, I came to negotiate with you."
"As the son of Iapetus, the Titan God of Death, I created humanity and repaid the humiliation you once inflicted upon my father. Now, Zeus, let us negotiate calmly."
Zeus laughed in extreme anger, and even the thunder began to roar. "You are not qualified to negotiate with me, Prometheus."
"Did your gift of foresight show you how I will destroy humanity?"
Prometheus remained unruffled, his confident smile unchanged. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"I have already seen the plan you will carry out in the future. But I am not without the right to negotiate with you. I know a secret: your father, Kronos, the second King of the Gods, once cursed you to be overthrown by your own son."
"Although you swallowed Metis,