Chapter 227: The World Needs True Sentient Beings
Epimetheus was greatly dissatisfied with his brother’s dismissive attitude and immediately raised his voice to retort, “Prometheus, have you never made a mistake yourself?”
“Besides these mortal things, I also offered His Majesty the Great God King the unicorn, symbolizing beauty and purity!”
“I also drew inspiration from His Majesty’s personally created eagle, combining the eagle’s divine elegance with the majesty of the lion I shaped, perfectly fusing their strengths to create the Griffin（ Griffin）—the most powerful and resilient extraordinary creature on this earth!”
“They all symbolize His Majesty the God King’s sanctity and transcendence, representing His Majesty’s nobility and justice! But what about you, my good brother? What have you done?”
“You wanted to create the most perfect guardian, but ended up modifying the eagle’s head and forcibly attaching it to a cow’s body, whimsically giving it a pair of wings, even granting it the ability to spit silk, and endowing it with a voice you thought was clever and melodious!”
“You wanted to create a being full of wisdom, but in the end, you only created a complete idiot who knows nothing but killing!”
Epimetheus grew more excited as he spoke, his face full of a gloating smile: “Your ‘perfect creation,’ with its own hopelessly flawed logic and a brain as clever as yours, arrived at the ultimate conclusion about ‘protection.'”
“The most thorough ‘protection’ is to eliminate all potential threats within its territory, whether they are threats or not.”
“Thus, the clever and melodious voice meant for communication became its fatal lure to entice prey; the tough spider silk meant for hiding and protection became a cruel shroud wrapping corpses!”
“For this hideous monster that only brings death and wailing, I named it ‘Wailing Binder.’ Do you like this name, good brother? Huh?”
“Ah! Right! And that one! That one’s even more absurd!”
Epimetheus nearly burst out laughing as he continued to mock: “You wanted to solve the problem of cleaning up residues on the earth once and for all, so you created a so-called ‘ultimate decomposer.'”
“You gave it a jackal-like gluttonous body that can never be satisfied, modified the eagle’s wings into huge membrane wings to give it gliding ability; you gave it the compound eyes of countless insects, allowing it to see all edible food on the ground from every angle!”
“You even equipped it with the ugliest mouthparts capable of gnawing anything, and it can secrete highly corrosive digestive fluids.”
“Most terrifying of all, you made them live in swarms. A single group can number in the thousands or tens of thousands.”
“And the result?”
“Wherever they pass, not a blade of grass grows, all sounds cease, leaving only earth corroded clean by digestive fluids.”
“They became a black cloud of death, a moving ‘end.’ Wherever they go, whether alive or dead, nothing grows.”
“Yes, they indeed became the most thorough and efficient ‘terminators.’ It’s just that they ended all life along with it!”
Epimetheus stroked his chin solemnly, grinning wickedly as he said: “What do you think of calling it ‘Scourge Locust Swarm’?”
“My dearest brother, when you created these two ‘masterpieces,’ how exactly did you consider the issue of ‘cyclical operation’?”
“Isn’t this behavior of yours a bit reckless, arrogant, and stupid? Hahahaha—”
Epimetheus finally couldn’t hold back and burst into triumphant laughter.
Prometheus flushed red with anger at his words, barely managing to retort: “I’m doing this to solve the problems you caused earlier!”
“Exploratory creation for ultimate perfection—can that be called reckless?”
What followed were some rather incomprehensible words.
Things like “Can a creator’s actions be called reckless?”
Things like “A pioneer’s exploration cannot be considered reckless arrogance,” and the like.
His good brother’s somewhat feeble defense only made Epimetheus laugh even harder.
For a moment, this silent forest glade was filled with joyful air.
Just as Prometheus was about to lose his temper and nearly start wrestling with Epimetheus.
A voice neither cloyingly sweet nor cold, like fine aged tea sliding down the throat and soothing the heart, with a highly magnetic mature elder sister’s tone, leisurely sounded beside them: “Oh~ two great Sons of Iapetus, you seem truly quite merry.”
“I just wonder if you have any specific feasible plans for the heavy responsibility entrusted by His Majesty the God King?”
At these words, the two brothers turned together to look.
Not far away, atop a thick branch, stood proudly a supremely divine and heroic eagle with feathers black as night.
She was about half human height, her sharp eagle eyes gleaming with wisdom and insight, gazing at them in a tone laced with captivating teasing.
Upon seeing it was her, Epimetheus said joyfully: “Kalaunia, it’s you!”
“Come, come, you’ve arrived just in time! Help us judge who’s really done more for the world’s prosperity and His Majesty’s task, between us two brothers!”
This divine eagle was the first eagle in the world, personally created by Zeus in the netherworld.
She was named Kalaunia, meaning “Messenger of Thunder.”
This was the name Zeus personally gave her.
After taking her out of the netherworld, Zeus released her into the sky and personally granted her the laws of “flight.”
Though she often maintained eagle form, she was in fact a true god.
She had also created a divine body fitting her god form for herself, but ordinarily, she preferred this original eagle form created by Zeus himself, symbolizing speed and freedom!
Because it was personally created by His Majesty the Great God King!
Zeus casually gave her a job too: to watch over Prometheus and the others as they created life, not letting them slack off too much.
Commonly known as—supervisor.
Without her, this supervisor sent by the God King, the two brothers might not have felt such pressure to create so many creatures so “actively” in such a short time.
To get Kalaunia to put in good words for them before His Majesty the God King, and also to keep her from urging them too hard, they gave her two powerful gifts: “sharp eyes” and “swift actions.”
Hmm.
Essentially using the authority granted by His Majesty the God King to “bribe” the supervisor sent by His Majesty the God King.
Currently, the two brothers Prometheus possess immense power; Zeus permitted all the gods of the heavens to assist them in creating life.
It could be said that in the three realms and three domains, no god refuses to help or bless them.
Whatever materials or gifts they need to create life, the gods basically allow it.
Even composite gifts fusing the authority of multiple gods, as long as the request is reasonable, the gods generously bestow them.
In the current Heavenly Dao System, whatever they lack, they just submit an application report—as long as it’s not too outrageous, the gods will grant it.
After all, creating life is no simple matter.
It requires mobilizing the power of the gods; otherwise, even with these two Second Generation Titans alone, in ten thousand years they couldn’t create a few decent successful living beings.
For this “bribe” from the two brothers Prometheus, Kalaunia accepted it without hesitation.
But she still duly noted this matter in her little book.
Later, she would report every detail to His Majesty the God King.
She wouldn’t naively think of hiding it from His Majesty the God King for them.
She knew very well whose eagle she was.
At this moment, after hearing Epimetheus’s words, she chuckled lightly and said: “This matter shouldn’t be judged by me. Your merits and faults can only be judged by His Majesty. My duty is simply to report everything I see truthfully to His Majesty.”
Her voice was neither high nor low, yet like the gentlest feather, intentionally or not teasing the listener’s heartstrings, truly charming and alluring.
But the content of her words did not please the two brothers Prometheus.
Prometheus sighed heavily, full of helplessness as he said: “Dear Kalaunia, we have already created many creatures, whether mortal spirits or those sentient beings with some divinity.”
“The sky, earth, and ocean have all become much more prosperous because of it. It’s just that…”
“I always feel that it’s still not perfect enough.”
“This earth still lacks a race that can hold a dominant position among mortal spirits.”
“They should possess considerable wisdom, able to manage the troublesome and trivial matters on this earth on behalf of the gods high in heaven.”
“Only with the birth of such true sentient beings can this universe truly ‘prosper.'”
“But for this most crucial step, we really have no clue. I wonder, dear Kalaunia, do you have any good advice?”
Kalaunia elegantly flapped her black wings and decisively shook her head.
Her voice remained as calm and magnetic as ever: “Respected Prometheus, you two brothers are His Majesty the God King’s close ministers, great gods on Mount Olympus, and sons of the Primal Titan Iapetus.”
“If even you have no clue, how could a humble god like me have any good advice? My wisdom is far from sufficient to offer even the slightest insight into your great work.”
