“Hephaestus, my most sincere friend—I have come to disturb you.”
Before he was seen, his voice was heard.
Hephaestus had just gotten up when Prometheus’s iconic baritone voice reached him, making his spirit instantly sharpen.
Such a warm voice—as if he and Hephaestus had such a good relationship.
Tsk.
Offering kindness without reason—he must be up to no good.
As soon as his voice fell, Prometheus’s handsome, scholarly face entered Hephaestus’s sight.
“Prometheus, the all-knowing—what do you want from me?
Are you here to rush the progress?”
Hephaestus ignored Prometheus’s overly enthusiastic attitude and said coldly, “If that’s the case, I can only tell you that I have only created the basic framework right now.
If you want me to finish it quickly, you’ll have to wait another month.”
“How could I come to rush you, my dear Hephaestus?”
Prometheus’s smile did not fade—still warm and cordial—but the tone in his voice shifted slightly, becoming a bit eerie.
“I just came to ask my sincere friend—why the beings I painstakingly created appeared on your island.”
“!!”
Hephaestus was slightly stunned by the words.
When he reacted, he felt a tiny bit guilty—but then immediately became self-righteous.
Are you kidding me?
What’s wrong with me eating a few of your sheep and cattle?!
I’m helping you build an Ark of Doom without even a benefit fee, and I’m even paying for the cost out of my own pocket.
What’s wrong with me taking a few of your sheep and cattle for a meal!
“Prometheus—if you only came to tell me this, I suggest you leave.”
Hephaestus swept a faint glance at Prometheus.
He, who considered himself not to have many ulterior motives, disliked dealing with someone like Prometheus, who had too many schemes.
Who knew if a few more words with him would lead to him being manipulated?
Even if he felt he could break cunning with force and directly crush the opponent with his strength—sometimes fists might not be as effective as brains.
At least when facing a woman saying, “Do you know you were wrong?” “If you know you were wrong, say it!” “I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I won’t listen!”—Hephaestus thought that anyone who could use their fists was definitely not an ordinary person.
But it would be very satisfying!
Should I try it someday if I encounter such a situation?
Thinking of this, Hephaestus suddenly felt a bit eager to try, looking at his fists and feeling an itch.
Looking at Hephaestus, who had suddenly become excited, Prometheus directly displayed a.
Why does this God of Flame and Forging feel more and more off?
He seems much more erratic than when I saw him before.
Prometheus recalled the Hephaestus he had seen before.
Taciturn, sensitive, introverted, and even overly cautious, submissive—clearly the harmless type.
But the current Hephaestus completely overturned Prometheus’s previous impression.
He seemed indifferent to everything, but in reality, he looked down on everything with an arrogant posture—like a long sword hidden in its scabbard.
No one knew how sharp the blade would be when drawn.
But precisely because of this—he had value for contact!
Prometheus saw a hint of fervor flash in Hephaestus’s eyes.
And this brief moment was noticed by Hephaestus, instantly sending shivers down his spine.
Damn it—is this guy thinking something perverted?!
After all, the gods in Greek mythology had almost no moral integrity, and their relationships were incredibly open.
Most of them believed that anything was okay as long as the appearance was good—and some strange individuals even thought that how could species be the same when falling in love!
“In short—if you have nothing else, don’t stay here.
I don’t like outsiders around.”
Hephaestus unceremoniously issued an eviction order.
As his strength grew, Hephaestus’s confidence also became more abundant.
“Please forgive me, Hephaestus—I have come to seek your help.”
Prometheus bowed slightly and said to Hephaestus with sincerity and pleading, “I want to imitate the gods and create an unprecedented living being—but every time I try, I fail.
So I came to seek your help, great God of Flame and Forging—only your exquisite memory and wise brain can help me out of this predicament.”
Oh-ho?
Is he inviting him to create humans?
Hephaestus was immediately interested.
Because he remembered the prehistoric novels he had read in his previous life.
Whenever the protagonist transmigrated to the prehistoric era, he would definitely get involved in the major event of Nuwa creating humans—and he could even acquire titles like Human Saint Master or Human Saint Father.
Then, using the merits of creating humans, he could forge some acquired merit treasure that would allow him to fight anyone without incurring karma, making him incredibly powerful.
Although there was no concept of merit in this Greek mythology world—Hephaestus didn’t care.
If he were to truly calculate merit or karma—he had been involved in too much in his previous life.
Not to mention how many enemies he had eliminated during that time—just the fact that he chose to extinguish the flames and let all things return to darkness—no one knew whether this counted as merit or demerit.
One could only say—benevolent people see benevolence, and wise people see wisdom.
And now, Hephaestus simply recalled the colorful civilizations that humans would create in the future.
This dull and boring world—needs humans!
Hephaestus felt a surge of energy.
His somewhat lazy mindset from this period instantly changed.
After awakening his memories—what did he want most?!
It was a life of freedom—doing whatever he wanted!
In his life before last, he had graduated and been unemployed, busy earning money to support himself.
His single life, where he was the only one to feed, had been quite enjoyable—but when interacting with certain colleagues and even superiors, he often wanted to punch their dog heads but had to yield to the cruelty of reality.
In his last life, he had been constantly fighting and killing—either you killed me or I killed you.
Food had no taste, drinks had no flavor, and even sleeping was tasteless.
Every time he woke up from those concrete and steel dreams, he only felt a sense of emptiness.
And in this life—he only wanted to live a more peaceful life.
He had experienced enough of a tumultuous life in his last one.
In this life, he only wanted a wife, children, and a warm bed… ugh, never mind—this world was a bit dangerous.
Who knew when he might inexplicably get cuckolded when he went out one day.
Since he couldn’t have a wife, children, and a warm bed—he could only strengthen spiritual civilization construction.
But how could spiritual civilization construction rely solely on him?!
This required the power of the masses!
Only by pooling ideas and the sparks generated by the collision of thoughts could a truly grand and magnificent civilization be brewed!
Thinking of this, Hephaestus decisively grasped Prometheus’s hand.
“When?”
“Now?”
“GKD!”
“???”
Looking at Hephaestus, who was directly rushing him with three consecutive questions, Prometheus slowly typed out a question mark.
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Prometheus frustratingly realized that for the first time—he couldn’t keep up with a god’s thought process.