In the era when Prometheus lived, the gods often waged war, and the division of power was unclear. Additionally, deities from other parallel dimensions would also descend upon the Prime World.
The true gods, preoccupied with warfare, left the weaker deities to enslave humanity. Some would readily impose “divine punishments,” which infuriated Prometheus.
Thus, Prometheus really had a poor impression of the gods.
Hera looked at Prometheus seriously and said, “Prometheus, over these years, we have lived in the Divine Realm and rarely intervened in the affairs of humans in the Prime World, so there has been no taking of human lives or issuing divine punishments.”
Prometheus and Hera locked eyes, and he said, “You high-ranking gods aren’t considered human, are you?”
Hera smiled and asked, “Why would you say that, Prometheus?”
Prometheus fell silent.
He vaguely remembered a saying: all below the high-ranking gods are mere ants.
This statement didn’t just emphasize the immense power of high-ranking gods but also suggested that high-ranking gods no longer consider themselves human. In their eyes, all beings are mere ants, as if they have become an entirely different race.
William, now playing the role of a chef and listening to their conversation, summoned the Celestial Furnace and decided to prepare a hotpot.
He had a variety of ingredients at hand and had previously concocted his own hotpot base.
“Don’t just sit there, who’s going to help chop the vegetables?” William casually set up a wooden table, complete with a chopping board, a chef’s knife, and several plates.
“I will!”
Poseidon eagerly stood up, only to be halted by Zeus: “My dear brother, such tasks should surely fall to your elder brother, shouldn’t they?”
“Uh!” Poseidon laughed awkwardly, “Brother, why say such things? This small task should be left to me!”
“That won’t do!” Zeus insisted, and in an instant, he appeared at the table and began chopping vegetables with the chef’s knife.
Poseidon regretted their argument.
Why debate at all?
Why not just teleport directly and grab the chef’s knife?
Now that they knew William’s true identity, Poseidon recalled the benefits he had received from William during the era of the gods.
Zeus didn’t care about such things,this was his time to shine in front of his master. Poseidon had previously enjoyed William’s favor and reaped many benefits.
How could Zeus let him take the lead now?
Forseti was already numb to the spectacle.
High-ranking gods competing to chop vegetables in front of Lord William?
The scene was truly beyond belief.
William doesn’t really mind,to him, it doesn’t matter who does the chopping.
Zeus, standing at the wooden table with the chef’s knife in hand, instantly felt the special runes on the knife.
These runes were so unique that, while chopping vegetables, Zeus felt as if he were grasping a power entirely different from what he was used to.
This chef’s knife…
A flicker of joy passed through Zeus’s eyes. He had simply wanted to show off in front of William and hadn’t expected this additional discovery.
No wonder Poseidon was so eager!
That explains it!
Zeus, with a face full of enjoyment and secret delight, continued chopping the vegetables, like a child eager to perform in front of a teacher. 𝘪𝑎.
As he was chopping, Odin hurried over as well.
“What a coincidence to find you all here,” Odin greeted the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus before turning to William with a smile, “William, you’re here too. I thought you’d be in Nostara City,I even arranged a dinner for you.”
As for Forseti, Odin completely overlooked him, along with Winnie, Tom, and the others, who were deemed unimportant. 𝑖𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Odin felt his relationship with William the Obliterator was fairly good.
As for the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus, a polite greeting was sufficient given their respective camps.
However, he hadn’t expected his comment to provoke a cold laugh from Poseidon, who retorted, “Odin, what’s so special about your Nostara City? If Mr. Johnson doesn’t go, are you going to blame him?”
Hmm?
Odin glanced at Poseidon, not recalling any offense he might have given to Poseidon!
Was this an attempt to follow Hades’s strategy of undermining the Archangel Amenadiel, aimed at undermining him?
“Poseidon, I’m here for William, what’s it to you? Stop with your sarcasm,” Odin initially wanted to suggest a fight to settle their differences but then reconsidered.
With all three high-ranking gods of Olympus present and hearing that Hera had made a breakthrough, becoming stronger than before, he realized he might lose embarrassingly if it came to a fight.
Sea God Poseidon snorted coldly: “Odin, if you’re not satisfied, we can have a fight.”
“Let’s fight! Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Odin laughed, “Anyway, you gods of Olympus always like to win by numbers. Do you all want to gang up?”
Poseidon laughed heartily: “You’re trying to provoke me into anger. If the three of us join in, don’t come crying.”
Odin scoffed: “Then come at me, all of you. What’s there to be afraid of?”
Forseti was at a loss for words on the sidelines. What was even happening?
Not only were the three high-ranking gods together, but there was also this strange being named Prometheus. And now, with Odin’s arrival, was there going to be a brawl with the three high-ranking gods?
If they really started fighting, wouldn’t he be killed just by the aftershocks of their powerful attacks?
Is it still possible to run now?
Should he ask Lord William to flee with him?
William’s hotpot was almost ready. Hearing the talk of fighting, he became interested and shouted at Zeus: “Zeus, your brother and wife are about to fight someone. It’s three against one of you, are you fighting?”
Zeus, who was comfortably chopping vegetables, paused at William’s shout, giving Odin a deep look. Odin wanted to fight the three of them?
Is he mad?
Looking for death?
“Let’s fight!” Zeus put down the chef’s knife, ready to start.
Hera, who had been sitting quietly, perked up at William’s words, interpreting them as a command from William, and stood up, looking at Odin with an expressionless face.
Perhaps William was seizing this opportunity to take down Odin.
Poseidon chuckled, “Odin, this time you’re the one who suggested we all take you on. If we don’t join together, wouldn’t that seem disrespectful to you?”
“…” Odin’s face turned sour.
Damn, he didn’t know how he had managed to offend the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus to the point where they confronted him upon meeting.
Logically speaking, the three great high-ranking gods of Olympus should care about their dignity. The idea of three against one, if spread, would utterly disgrace the reputation of high-ranking gods.
No, wait!!
Damn, why is William the Obliterator fanning the flames?
Odin felt somewhat despondent.
He could never have imagined that the moment he appeared and greeted William, he would offend the three great high-
ranking gods of Olympus.
Did his arrival disrupt the exclusive time they were to have with William?
Hera couldn’t be bothered to quarrel with Odin, but Poseidon was known for his bad temper.
Moreover, with such a golden opportunity to take down Odin, why not seize it?
Three against one, isn’t that an overwhelming advantage?
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