The Greece Antagonist

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Creak...

Creak...

Creak......

Early in the morning, Hestia stood outside the door in a daze, listening to the sounds of wooden furniture violently shaking coming from the room, her expression uncertain.

Eventually, after standing for half an hour, the Goddess of the Hearth bit her cherry lips and kicked a piece of broken stone in the yard with a force comparable to a cannon.

"Owww~!"

In the distance, a Golden Hound, which had been flirting with a cute little female dog, yelped and was sent flying.

Immediately after, seeing her master's murderous expression, it hurriedly scampered to Hestia's side, its tail between its legs, whimpering pitifully.

Masters and pets, they are all the same!

Hestia cursed inwardly in annoyance, then coldly kicked the Golden Hound's rear and pointed towards the wooden hut.
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"You! Guard the door! Don't let anyone in! Otherwise, I'll stew you tonight!"

"Woof!"

Driven by the will to survive, the Golden Hound took its position firmly in front of the door, nodding its head furiously.

You'll all settle accounts with me later!

The frustrated and sour Goddess of the Hearth glared at the hut, which was nearly shaken apart, mustered her Authority, and set up another layer of protective spells to conceal her presence before turning around with a dark face and heading to the Academy of Athens below the mountain.

Three days later, inside the academy's dining hall.

The Goddess of the Hearth, in charge of cooking, directed Circe, the Great Witch who was there to serve her sentence, as well as the unsupervised Little Medea and Nike, to lift pots and pots of rich dishes to the serving window.

The students, like marionettes, sat at their seats, numbly stuffing their bellies.

And their barely conscious tongues vaguely informed them.

The food today is both salty and bitter...

Snore... Snore...

With the arrival of soup, several snorting little pink pigs appeared on the students' seats. Everyone efficiently caught the piglets, tied them up, and sent them to the private clinic of Asclepius, the substitute teacher for medical classes.

On the way, the piglets let out shrill screams and struggled frantically, their human-like eyes showing waves of terror.

However, the students tasked with transporting them skillfully took out cloths and stuffed them in the pigs' mouths. As soon as Asclepius opened the door, they dumped the pigs inside with a clang.

"Wait..."

Asclepius frowned slightly and huffed in displeasure. The students at the door immediately stiffened, feeling a chill running down their necks; they turned around like rusty machines, their faces holding smiles uglier than crying.

"Remember to handle them gently next time. The samples are very precious lately, do you understand?"

The students nodded frantically, fearing that if they were a second slow, they would be dissected on the surgery table by this temperamental medical madman.

"Alright, finish your meal and go to class."

The Medicine God instructed earnestly, his attitude strict.

Feeling as if they had been granted amnesty, the students exchanged glances with the piglets that said 'good luck to you,' then scattered in all directions.

After watching the students leave, Asclepius turned back to the few pink pigs that had been delivered and shook his head in dismay.

Tsk, their resistance to the negative Magic Potions is getting higher, making the materials sent over recently decrease.

Well, let's make do.

Asclepius closed the door, turned on the fluorite lamp, gently placed each pink pig on the hospital bed, and then...

...used the Suppression Spell and chains to fix them into the standard "big" character.

Amidst the clinking of bottles and jars, the fully-equipped medic shook several transparent vials with different-colored glows and approached the bed, asking the patients with patience and gentleness,

"I'm going to save you now, if you agree, blink."

A tender and heartwarming atmosphere enveloped the room, as the eyes of patient and doctor met.

Five minutes later.

"Ah, blinked! Don't worry, just cooperate with the treatment, and I will cure you soon."

"Puuh...!!"

The piglets' eyes bulged with blood, raw and sore, angrily communicating "kind blessings" to this dedicated and patient doctor in their native tongue.

As the vials of potions, so pink they were chilling, green they made one anxious, blue they caused melancholy, were brought to their mouths, the piglets let out hysterical screams, all of them struggling with their hooves.

It was like being in a slaughterhouse.

Meanwhile, Chiron, sitting in the dining hall, heard the faint piercing screams of the pigs. His hand shook, and the soup spoon fell into the bowl.

Staring at the thickly fragrant porridge, the Centaur Sage swallowed, lifting his somewhat stiff head towards the two cooks behind the stove, his heart bitter.

Since the chefs were switched three days ago, the entire staff and students' meals had been an ordeal.

The dining hall's food was either too salty or too bland to swallow.

The head chef Hestia, while chopping meat, was surrounded by black mists, as if she harbored deep hatred towards the vegetables on the shore. In just a few meals, she had already ruined seven knives and shattered eight chopping boards.

But Circe, who was responsible for making the soup, was even more extreme. Committed to her craft, she would always toss a bunch of messy magic potions into the mix.

So, after drinking the concoction brewed by the Great Witch, the staff and students experienced not just minor issues like diarrhea but a cascade of side effects—numbness, confusion, sluggishness, and pig-like transformations.

The ones with weaker resistances had fallen victim several times.

Similarly, Asclepius, who was in charge of diagnostics and treatment, wasn't exactly a saint either. Eager to obtain human experimentation results for various magic potions, he colluded with the two cooks and created a disastrous cycle of self-sustenance. The unfortunate faculty and students of the Academy of Athens became the unwilling tools for their venting and drug trials.

Though the three of them exercised a modicum of restraint, preventing situations from reaching life or death extremes, they still managed to increase the faculty and students' resistance to side effects from magic potions in the process.

But the experience of being repeatedly tormented, both physically and mentally, by both parties was worse than death.

Eating a meal required being on tenterhooks, life had become unbearable!

Under the teary-eyed surveillance of the whole canteen's staff and students, Chiron, who was temporarily handling the academy's administrative affairs, reluctantly stood up from his seat and headed to the kitchen, intending to offer a few words of persuasion.

"Pff!"

However, with a dull roar, a shiny kitchen knife split the half-meter-thick marble countertop in two.

Chiron glanced at Hestia's gloomy face and immediately withdrew the foot he had stepped forward, promptly returning to his original seat, while "accidentally" sweeping the barley porridge on the table into the trash can.

There was no helping it. Goddess Athena had some business in Olympus, leaving Hestia to cover the sky with one hand throughout Athens.

Further, with the Great Witch Circe and the Goddess of Victory Nike all under her command.

Seeing even the wise Chiron defeated, the people of the Academy of Athens, though inwardly bitter, had no choice but to submit to the despotic rule of the now-corrupted Goddess of the Hearth, venting their frustrations in muffled grumbles.

Big sis, why not take your frustrations out on whoever is bothering you? Why victimize us?

"Crackle!"

As people were privately mourning their plight, a piercing metallic tremble echoed from a corner, the sharp noise almost piercing everyone's eardrums, causing the faculty and students of the Academy of Athens to turn their heads.

"Or we could change the menu..."

Hestia tossed the twisted kitchen knife onto the table and swept a kind gaze over the green-faced staff and students of the canteen, smiling as she asked.

"How about dog meat tonight?"

Everyone nodded in unison, eagerly contributing suggestions for the night's feast.

"The teacher taught us a sleeping potion yesterday; I can mix it up. One bottle will let it sleep without pain."

"Me, me, me! I can cast a Suppression Spell!"

"Boiling water, plucking, stuffing herbs—we'll handle these chores!"

"Woof?"

Alongside a confused howl, the earnestly discussing crowd turned en masse to face the dog's head poking in through the door, their eyes glinting ominously.

In an instant, figures surged out of their seats like tigers bounding down a mountain, stirring up a commotion within the canteen.

"Quick, catch it!"

"Don't let the ingredient get away!"

"What about the rest of you? Set up the pot, boil the water, heat the oil!"

Amid the dog's terrified whimpers, the sounds of heavy objects colliding rang out, as plates and dishes took flight from the tables.

Watching this scene, the faculty and students of the Academy of Athens were nearly moved to tears.

Thank goodness, no need to eat!

Thus, the overjoyed faculty and students pursued the Golden Hound darting around the canteen with even greater vigor, knocking over countless plates and chairs as the entire place descended into chaos.

At this moment, Hestia, who had suggested eating dog meat, was oblivious to the turmoil unfolding before her, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes.

The dog is here?

That means they're awake?

Realizing this, the Goddess of the Hearth burst out from behind the stove and sprinted up the mountain.

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"Clang!"

Simultaneously, the door of the dark infirmary was violently ripped off its hinges.

At the desk, the future Medicine God, who was mixing up potions, glanced at the empty hourglass and casually lifted the black cloth covering the small greenhouse beside him.

The snakes inside had separated and were lazily coiled in their corners.

In the dim, flickering light, several faculty and students who had just finished their treatments reverted to human form, naked and bound to the hospital beds like piglets, their eyes vacant and frothing at the mouth as though they had just endured a gruesome ordeal.

"You're here?"

Asclepius, having anticipated this visit, removed his gloves, pulled back his hood, and turned his head to look at the silver-haired visitor who had come to test the drug's effects. He picked up his notebook, curiously inquiring.

"How did it feel?"

"..."

Luo En's forehead knotted with veins, and soon a dark smile spread across his face. Cracking his knuckles, he strode into the infirmary.