Indeed, this was one of the methods Hades had prepared from the very beginning.
This game.
It was never just about a straightforward battle. Sometimes, follow-up strategies and preparations were equally crucial.
In Hades' view, the entire mythical world had fallen into a state of restlessness.
Ever since that Earth Goddess was consumed by rage and guided everything into this state, the outcome had already been decided.
The entire mythical world.
Every god, even Poseidon, who had no emotions, as well as the later-born Boros and the goddess of wisdom, Athena.
In truth!
They had all fallen into a dilemma.
They only saw the opportunity to fully control the protagonist race.
But they failed to realize!
They forgot that the mythical world was the foundation of everything. If the mythical world remained in control of everything, this so-called opportunity would be meaningless.
This was the Greek pantheon, the mythical world.
The operation of the mythical world itself was the most critical process. If that process was not handled well...
Everything!
Would be nothing more than a joke. This was the core, and it had never changed.
The opportunity had already been given to them.
But!
Opportunity!
Opportunity!
The problem was right here. Since the opportunity had been given to them, they should understand that an opportunity is merely that—an opportunity.
Being given an opportunity does not mean you have already succeeded.
It's not that simple!
This is simply unrealistic!
Originally, there was a 0% chance, but now there was about a 0.01% chance. For Hades and others, they only had about a 1% chance.
It might seem, under the Earth Goddess's plans, that everything had changed.
But!
It's still the same—things only seem different, but that's not the reality. The reality is right in front of them, not what it seems. If they fail to handle this correctly, it would still be nothing more than a joke.
Because of this!
The race Hades created was still human, and as long as they were human, the odds of success would increase.
Hades didn't shy away from harsh measures, and these ruthless tactics ensured his victory.
This was the core reason and the key.
Everything!
Was about to begin!
...
The Mortal Realm!
"Hehehe~~~"
Mephistopheles emerged from the far northern lands. Looking at the vibrant mortal realm before him, dressed in a suit and wearing a gentleman's hat, he smiled broadly, speaking slowly: "At last, it begins—the Silver Age! The Heroic Age! Now, don't disappoint me, heroes! Show me your willpower. Just how steadfast will you be?"
"Hehehe~~~"
Mephistopheles' grin deepened, and he walked away leisurely.
There was an air of madness about him.
Yes!
Madness!
At this moment, Mephistopheles felt like a crazed lunatic.
This wasn't an exaggeration. He really did resemble a madman.
Right now, Mephistopheles was filled with madness and frenzy.
He seemed endlessly strange.
This wasn't surprising.
For Mephistopheles, who was born from a world of mythology that had been destroyed, he had spent countless efforts to create his own Hell and survive.
Step by step, he had made it to where he stood today, finally seeing hope in reaching the level of a God-King.
In other words!
Mephistopheles' life could almost be called legendary.
And now!
In such a situation, what would happen next?
That's hard to say, but it's the most important matter.
Mephistopheles had watched as Aether, Ceres, Carl, Morile, Eris...
One by one, gods of the underworld had stepped into the ranks of God-Kings after him.
Mephistopheles didn't feel jealous, but there was certainly envy.
And now!
At this moment, Mephistopheles couldn't deny that he felt envious. He knew his chance had arrived, and if he couldn't seize this opportunity before him, he might as well be dead.
Mephistopheles' madness and frenzy had never wavered.
"God-King..."
"God-King..."
Mephistopheles muttered these two words with a bizarre smile. At this moment, he finally aligned with his true nature.
A demon!
Mephistopheles was never an elegant gentleman. He was a devil who stole human souls. He was the demon who led you into signing a contract, only to claim your soul in the end.
The Demon of Contracts: Mephistopheles!
"Dear sister-in-law..."
Hestia, watching the departing Mephistopheles, clicked her tongue and whispered, "Are we sure there's nothing wrong with him? He doesn't seem quite normal!"
Persephone shook her head and replied, "Don't worry, sister. There's no issue. For Mephistopheles, the God-King is more of an obsession. As my husband said, once he breaks free from this obsession, his path ahead will actually be smoother."
"Is that so?"
Hestia wasn't entirely convinced, but if her brother said so, then there was surely no problem.
After all!
Could her brother ever be wrong?
What a joke!
Her brother was absolutely never wrong.
Clearly!
After so much time, Hestia had fully transformed into a fanatical supporter of her brother. In her eyes, her brother Hades was invincible and flawless.
What?
You dare say something bad about my brother?
Come on!
Draw your sword!
Today, I'm going to fight you to the death.
This was Hestia's personality now. Don't talk nonsense with her. Today, she was going to kill you for daring to speak ill of her brother!
"..."
Persephone looked at Hestia and quietly sighed in her heart, "It seems that the relationship between my husband and his sister is a little... off. Not that kind of inappropriate relationship..."
Persephone could see that the bond between Hades and Hestia wasn't some twisted desire to sleep together.
But!
It was strange and distorted, almost like Hestia was crazily obsessed? It gave off a bizarre, unsettling vibe.
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