Prometheus had his own ideals and dreams.
For him, there was only one goal: to assist the god-king of his choice and gradually rise to the very peak of the God-King's power, ultimately becoming the supreme ruler of the mythological world!
The phrase "Learning arts and skills to serve the emperor" seemed like the most fitting summary for Prometheus.
With that in mind, now, Prometheus had completely lost hope in Zeus.
To put it bluntly, Prometheus didn't care if his god-king was a madman.
But Zeus clearly had far more issues than that.
Therefore, Prometheus made his choice—a very bold one at that.
As for whether Prometheus would succeed or not?
Heh...
Let's just say Prometheus had absolute confidence.
This was a grand gamble, but from Prometheus's perspective, it was one that he was sure to win.
"Since everything has come to this point..."
"Then..."
Prometheus narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze flickered with different thoughts, as if he was contemplating something.
After a moment, Prometheus stood up and calmly said, "In that case, let's give it a try."
Prometheus needed to prepare.
He had many ideas.
Next, Prometheus would lay everything out.
...
Hypnos.
Thanatos.
As the twin gods and commanders of this holy war, they now stood together, dressed in their divine robes, but had fallen into an unexpected silence.
At that moment, the two gods found themselves in a strange quietness, tinged with a hint of eerie tension, making everything feel bizarrely out of place.
"This..."
Recalling what had just transpired, Thanatos asked in a perplexed tone, "Hypnos, do you really think this is true? Or, is this even reasonable?"
Thanatos found the situation strange.
The holy war had already begun in earnest, and not just one, but two parties—Nereus and Prometheus—had sent unexpected messages requesting a meeting.
It was absurd!
Thanatos's first reaction was that they were trying to set a trap, perhaps to ambush and eliminate them, thereby securing victory. But after a bit of thought, he realized it didn't make sense at all!
Because such an action would lack any tactical sophistication. As long as he and Hypnos weren't fools, they wouldn't fall for it. Besides...
Even if they were ambushed, sealed away, or even killed—so what? It wouldn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.
To put it bluntly, while this holy war might seem like an all-out battle, much like an unrestricted fight, in reality, there were still numerous limitations.
These restrictions made things like ambushes and assassinations practically impossible.
The holy war!
It was just a game devised by the three god-kings to decide their position, nothing more. Did anyone seriously believe that they would risk their lives in such a manner?
Obviously, that was impossible!
Given these odd circumstances, what would happen next? Nereus and Prometheus had both reached out, yet neither seemed aware of the other—or at least, it was unclear whether they knew.
But wasn't this far too strange from any angle?
It was completely incomprehensible!
Hypnos shook his head and said, "I can't be certain, but given that both Nereus and Prometheus have sent messages at the same time, there must be something important. Since that's the case, we might as well go and see what it's about."
"This..."
Thanatos looked at Hypnos, still sensing something off. This meeting, no matter how he thought about it, seemed like something they shouldn't attend. If they went, wouldn't something surely go wrong?
It was so obvious! Practically laid out in front of them!
"Let's go. We'll see what happens."
"Alright."
Since Hypnos had spoken, Thanatos, despite his unease, ultimately nodded. Worst case scenario, they could always open the gates of the Underworld and leave. It wouldn't be too much of a problem.
...
Nereus also remained silent, with a perplexed expression. "Prometheus invited me, and he also invited Hypnos and Thanatos. What is he planning?"
Nereus had reached out to the Underworld on the orders of his own Sea King.
Since they only aimed for second place, then...
All they had to do was make things clear. By teaming up with the Underworld, they could easily secure second place, with little effort required.
As for trust?
Not an issue!
They could simply sign a contract—it would be that easy.
But at the same time, Prometheus had also invited him, and even informed him that he had invited the twin gods as well?!
What?!
Huh?!
Nereus felt that the situation had grown utterly bizarre. The first battle of the holy war—wasn't this turning stranger by the minute?
Nereus found the whole thing unnervingly odd.
"Nereus," Ceto pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this? This invitation is clearly fishy from any angle."
Nereus shook his head. "I can't be certain either, but I have a feeling this holy war is becoming much more interesting. In fact, things might be getting quite exciting."
"Huh?!"
Ceto was stunned, momentarily unable to process what was happening.
No joke!
Ceto found the situation utterly absurd. What did this even mean? What was going on here?
Wasn't the holy war supposed to determine the rightful god-king? Yet here they were, with the commanders arranging meetings before the battle even began. Are you sure nothing's wrong with this?
Wait!
Does this make any sense?
Ceto was genuinely creeped out. No—this was seriously eerie!
At this point, Ceto had only one thought: Is this holy war just for show? Has everything already been decided, and now they're just going through the motions to figure out how things will be handled?
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