The Greece Antagonist

"After all, he was the original creator of mankind, and he still has feelings for these creations, unlike the inherently brutal giant spirits."

Athena nodded slightly, giving her own opinion.

Hestia scratched the back of her head, looking confused as she asked,

"Why didn't he come to War God Mountain earlier? Why didn't he join us in fighting the Giant Spirit Clan?"

The three of them were startled by the question, and upon exchanging glances, they furrowed their brows.

This was indeed a question they couldn't figure out.

"Because, Kronos was always watching me..."

A soft, thoughtful hum came from the darkness, leading everyone to look towards a spot where light flickered on the ground.

The earth spread apart like ripples on water, and a thin man clad in a black cloak, with copper rings on his arms and legs, emerged from the ground and sat down by the fire, boldly reaching out and asking,

"Got any wine? Let me have a drink to warm up."

Luo En grinned and tossed over a jug of Ambrosial Honey Wine.

The man caught the jug, pulled out the wooden stopper, and without any ceremony, tilted his head back and drank heartily, his pale face then breaking into a delighted smile.

"Good wine!"

"If you like it, I have more."

Luo En smiled as he spoke, kindly expressing goodwill while observing this legendary Prometheus with interest.

His stature was not as bulky as that of the typical Titan deities, yet he had a lean and balanced look. Despite the cruel scars left by long and painful divine punishments on his body, they were like chisels carving this hard rock into a work of art named "Resilience" and "Defiance."

Prometheus' unkempt hair and beard grew wild like weeds but couldn't hide his determined facial features. Especially those eyes, deep and vast like the night sky, harbored an insightful understanding of the world.

While Luo En was examining Prometheus, the Seer was also scrutinizing Luo En.

Despite having heard of the rumors and deeds of this Shepherd of the Temporal World and having witnessed his combat skills on the battlefield, meeting him up close still surprised Prometheus considerably.

Because, his "foresight" was unable to see a definite "future" in this new god, nor could it trace any sign of "fate."

Unfathomable "variables," unpredictable "chance"?

So it seemed...

Prometheus nodded thoughtfully and then, swaying the jug in his hand, he smiled in gratitude.

"So you're the 'God of Wine'? Thank you for the hospitality."

"No, it's I who should thank you."

Luo En shook his head, looking sincerely at this Fire Stealer.

"If it weren't for your mercy, Hera... ahem... the Queen of Heaven might have already fallen victim to Kronos."

Prometheus saw a flush rise on Hera's face, and his hand trembled slightly with the jug, a storm awoken in his heart.

Could someone actually cuckold Zeus?

And moreover, with Hera, the guardian of marital fidelity?

Impressive!

Prometheus couldn't help but look at Luo En with newfound respect, lifting his jug in response with a smile.

"It was just convenient. I hold no grudge against the Queen of Heaven. Better to leave oneself an escape route than to exterminate ruthlessly."

Luo En caught the implication in his words.

"It seems you don't believe the Old Gods will have the last laugh?"

"A lion thrown into an arena to fight, even if it defeats countless foes and its claws and teeth are sharp, is still but a tool driven by others. What future can there be to speak of?"

Prometheus lightly sipped his wine from the jug, scoffing as he shook his head.

Luo En looked seriously at this Fire Stealer, his eyes showing surprise.

Based on his and Athena's deduction, the resurgence of Typhon and Kronos that sparked the unparalleled "Battle of the Giants" beyond any fate's prophecy, was largely due to the efforts of His Majesty the King of Gods in Olympus.

Even the release of Prometheus and Atlas by the Giant Spirit Clan and the invasion of the Sacred Garden were part of that God King's schemes.

Yet this Fire Stealer, caught in the midst of it all, had also keenly noticed this point, truly living up to the reputation of a god with foresight.

Thinking this, Luo En smiled as he extended an olive branch.

"Since that is the case, why not consider joining War God Mountain? The 'lion' in the arena can't break free of its chains, but we can climb up to the stands and pull that 'spectator' behind the scenes down from the clouds!"

"It doesn't sound bad," Prometheus nodded faintly, his face, however, filled with regret.

"But a lion let loose almost killed you all. Can you even guarantee you'll walk out of the Arena alive, let alone pull that 'spectator' into the fray?"

Luo En, upon hearing this, was momentarily lost for words.

Indeed, those from War God Mountain were currently weak, and even ensuring a win against Typhon and Kronos was uncertain, not to mention wrestling with Zeus, who was orchestrating everything from behind.

That's the trouble with negotiating with intelligent people.

It's hard to hoodwink them...

Just when Luo En was wrestling with how to lure this prescient deity up the mountain, Hestia, who had been listening and was utterly confused, suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up with a scowl.

"Hey, Prometheus! What's this about lions and spectators? You asked me to watch over humanity, and I did. Now that they're in trouble, none of us bystanders are complaining. Are you, the creator, trying to slack off?"

"I, I'm not..."

"Are you doing it or not?"

Hestia bombarded him with a rapid series of reprimands and questions, leaving the eloquent Prometheus speechless.

"Hold on, let me think..."

"Think what? They are your creation, your people. If you won't bother, then neither will we!"

Hestia grabbed Luo En, who was standing beside her, and looked up as she scoffed coldly.

"Let's go! He can care or not care, the gods are immortal anyway. It's the humans who will die first!"

Luo En glanced at the disconcerted seer and promptly stood up, following her lead.

"You're right. We could always dive into the Sea of Chaos and come out when everything is over."

"Exactly, if humanity's original creator has given up on them, what can we do?"

Athena and Hera also agreed, preparing to leave the scene.

Seeing this, Prometheus felt a headache coming on and could no longer maintain his inscrutable demeanor. He hurriedly pleaded with them, laughter and despair mingling on his face.

"Stop, stop! Sit down and talk, please sit back down!"

"Have you agreed to join us?"

Prometheus looked towards Hestia, who had disrupted his entire plan, his eyes full of a resentful gloom.

"Did I ever say I wouldn't help?"

"That's more like it!"

Hestia huffed lightly, her face quickly shifting from anger to joy, as she eased back down smoothly in front of the fire.

She wasn't surprised by this outcome.

Perhaps she wasn't as cunning or as quick-witted as others present, but she possessed an innate talent:

—That is, to effortlessly see through the facade of words and actions to the true emotions in someone's heart.

Take Prometheus for instance; despite his detached demeanor and his refusal to discuss the fate of humanity, as if he had long abandoned his creations.

But just a slight provocation revealed his true nature.

Humanity wasn't just his proudest creation; they were his beloved children, and he would never ignore a crisis befalling them.

Even if it cost him his life.

Hestia, while handing over some freshly grilled meat, started scolding Prometheus sitting across from her without any gentleness.

"If you still care about humanity, why mingle with those giants? Why not just come and help us directly?"

"I wanted to..."

Prometheus tasted the grilled meat, savoring a flavor of life he had long missed, his eyes shimmering with nostalgia and intoxication.

Then, coming back to reality, he slowly opened his outer garment, letting out a long sigh.

"But some things are beyond my control..."

Beneath the dark cloak, his chest cavity was hollowed out, revealing the ghostly white bones inside.

And ensnared in that heaving chest, several crimson Divine Emblems coiled around a golden heart like venomous snakes.

At this sight, everyone's faces turned grim.