William felt that Forseti was so scared he was nearly out of his wits.
Unexpectedly, Forseti charged back, his face set in a deathly resolve, silent but staring intently at Prometheus with a look of wanting to say something yet holding back.
In his time, Prometheus was a hero to humanity, a catalyst for human civilization, and received immense power from human faith, matching Odin in strength.
Other high-ranking gods wouldn’t dare to act rashly in his presence.
Prometheus died on Earth, and his corpse was brought to the Divine Realm by a Cosmic Entity, buried in the Ancient Abyss for countless years. His body, preserved and empowered by the abyss’s demonic forces and further by the sacred halo power modified by William, became unimaginably strong.
In front of Prometheus, Forseti’s Supreme Deity-level strength was merely food.
William was curious about where Forseti got the courage to glare at Prometheus like that.
Don’t you know Prometheus has a penchant for gourmet food?
While grilling the wings, William watched Forseti with a hint of puzzlement.
Prometheus followed William’s gaze towards Forseti, then looked back at William and again at Forseti, seeming to realize something was amiss.
“Take off your clothes!”
“…”
Forseti opened his mouth, intending to make a defiant remark, much like the determination he had when he rushed back. But facing Prometheus, his courage fizzled out, leaving him to reluctantly remove his robe and then his shirt.
“That’s enough, one piece will do!” Prometheus, having just revived, hadn’t remembered everything yet, but he was not an excessive person, taking just one robe to drape over himself.
Finally, William asked, “Do you want to join us for a bit?”
Although they were roasting Forseti’s wings, it seemed only polite to invite him while he watched eagerly.
“I…” Forseti, looking at the golden-browned wings in front of him, twitched his mouth sharply and said, “Thank you for the kind offer, Lord William…”
No matter how delicious, he couldn’t bring himself to eat his own wings!
Currently in a state of invisibility, Sophias and Lucien stayed far away, too fearful to approach due to Prometheus’s powerful aura.
Sophias, the Element Devouring Cat, knew well that if it appeared before Prometheus, it might very well end up as an additional dish.
William was never known to be a benevolent figure,initially, he wanted it as a guide, but now, with many around him familiar with the Divine Realm, the significance of its role as a guide seemed to diminish.
Forseti declined William’s invitation, and Prometheus’s gaze towards him softened slightly, possibly because there were only two wings.
If Forseti ate one…
Either Prometheus goes hungry, or William goes without food.
Thinking this way, neither outcome is good.
Thus, if one of the wings were given to Forseti, he would have to act against Forseti again.
Feeling the oppressive atmosphere suddenly lift, Forseti breathed a sigh of relief and chose not to speak further, sensing that William and this creature seemed to be acquaintances.
“Prometheus, this one is ready, you can start eating.”
William handed a roasted wing to Prometheus, who, with a smile, took the roasted wing, took a bite, and looked just like a harmless middle-aged man.
Just as they began to eat, the space around them fluctuated, and the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus arrived, including Hera, who typically shunned public appearances.
Upon seeing William, Hera greeted him with a dignified demeanor, politely saying, “Mr. Johnson, hello!”
Zeus and Poseidon followed suit, greeting, “Mr. Johnson, hello!”
Forseti didn’t recognize the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus, but they seemed quite impressive and likely friends of William, so he decided it was best to keep quiet.
William cleared his throat and said, “Let’s not stand on ceremony! Since you’re here, sit down and join us.”
Given that Hera seemed aware of William’s identity, he didn’t bother to clarify. With plenty of food prepared, inviting them to share was no big deal.
“Since Mr. Johnson has extended the invitation, it would be rude of me not to accept.” Hera, with her golden hair and youthful visage, exuding an extraordinary presence, took a seat beside William.
Poseidon, usually arrogant and domineering, was much more subdued in front of William, also sitting on the ground.
Apart from Prometheus who had already started eating, the other roasted wing remained suspended in mid-air, untouched. The three great high-ranking gods of Olympus sat quietly, not daring to speak out of turn, creating a rather dull atmosphere.
This was precisely why William didn’t want his identity known.
Many people became overly reserved and dull upon learning of his identity, making even a simple meal together unpleasant.
“This is Prometheus, whom you should recognize, so I’ll spare the introductions,” William said. Then, he introduced to Prometheus, “These three are my friends, Hera, Zeus, and Poseidon.”
“Cough! Cough cough!” Forseti, hearing William’s introduction, couldn’t hold back his laughter…
Living in the Divine Realm, he hadn’t heard of someone named Prometheus, but he was familiar with the renowned names of the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus.
“No, no, no… Sorry, I… Let’s pretend you didn’t see me…”
Forseti was terrified. Was it appropriate for a Shapeshifter to sit in the presence of the three great high-ranking gods of the Divine Alliance of Olympus?
While the gods of Olympus weren’t like the followers of God, who’d redeem Shapeshifters at the drop of a hat, offending any of these three could be disastrous…
The gaze of the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus and Prometheus fell on Forseti, making him even more nervous.
What kind of situation was this?
William chuckled, “Don’t scare the kid. His name is Forseti, the son of Baldr, and recently he’s been traveling around with me.”
Poseidon, dressed in a sea-blue robe, laughed, “This kid is talented; his future is boundless!” 𝘪𝘳.𝘤𝑜
Hera and Zeus also nodded slightly at Forseti, affirming Poseidon’s remark.
Their belief in Forseti’s limitless future wasn’t because he was Baldr’s son, but because he had been traveling with William, which in itself promised great potential.
Prometheus, while munching on the roasted wing, gradually furrowed his brows, eyeing the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus, and said, “I remember who you are now, the three high-ranking gods of Olympus! The one in the middle is Zeus!”
Hearing Prometheus suddenly bring this up, Zeus immediately felt tense, considering it was he who had ordered Prometheus to be bound to the mountaintop, left for an eagle to peck at his body…
Hera and Poseidon similarly offered apologetic and awkward smiles to Prometheus.
Prometheus had brought fire to humanity, which, looking at the results, was indeed a beneficial deed for mankind.
Moreover, Prometheus appeared to be a distinguished guest of William’s, and from the energy emanating from Prometheus, it was clear that he was now no weaker than them. If they could ease the tension and become friends again, it would be excellent.
Prometheus thought for a moment, then asked, “How are humans now?”
William responded, “You are now in the Divine Realm. The humans you speak of are on another planet. I’ll take you there later.”
Prometheus nodded and asked, “Do gods still arbitrarily take lives, bestow or strip fortunes, and bring disasters upon humans?” .
His tone was unmistakably unfriendly, indicating that if the answer was unsatisfactory, he might resort to extreme actions.
Such as — slaying gods!
𝘳𝘦.𝒸𝑜𝘮
