Chapter 320: The Fish Takes the Bait

Ancient Greek mythology is indeed the most renowned of the Western mythologies.

Back in his student days, York had read a book on Greek mythology that summarized many stories of the gods.

Particularly notable was Zeus, the ruler of all, the third generation king of gods in ancient Greek mythology, and the chief of the twelve Olympians, the greatest god in Greek mythology.

Zeus' stories were mostly about his descents to earth, which often resulted in the birth of heroes.

In a word, he could be called the devil of temptation.

Thinking this, York's hand paused as he was approving assignments; he realized which significant figure the giant hand fit.

Cronus, the king of the second generation of gods in ancient Greek mythology.

Originally one of the youngest of the twelve Titan gods, sons of Uranus and Gaea.

The king of the Titans and gods, his weapon was a sickle made from the deepest black rocks of the earth.

He overthrew his own father, Uranus, and was in turn overthrown by his son Zeus, after which he and the other Titans were imprisoned in Tartarus, located at the very depths of the earth.

"It all makes sense now."

York's face showed no emotion as he slowly finished approving all the students' assignments, then stood up and left his office.

"Troublesome, time to do some more digging," he muttered as he walked along the corridor.

Before long, after receiving numerous greetings from students, York entered the library and, using his professorial privileges, took a large collection of ancient Greek mythology books.

"Professor York, what are you doing with all these old things?"

Kenneth, the library manager with a potbelly, curiously looked at the young professor who was quite famous throughout the college.

"From what I know, these things have some problematic morals, hmm, quite a mess."

York didn't explain, simply taking the library card Kenneth handed him and responded nonchalantly.

"Just curious, I want to study them a bit."

Kenneth nodded as if he suddenly understood, but York just nodded at him and quickly left.

"Professor York! Take care," Kenneth called after him, while York waved his hand.

In his mind's stereo image, a group of female students began to appear, seemingly trying to approach Kenneth to pry some information from him.

"Ah, being a handsome guy is also tiring," York shook his head, carrying a pile of books, trying to keep a low profile as he left.

But as the most popular, always in-demand professor at Cornell University, York still received quite a bit of disturbance.

There were always bold female students using academic queries as an excuse to approach him, then subtly displaying their youthful charm to flirt and probe.

This made him sigh; these students were really bold.

However, York's goal wasn't such distractions; he was focused on his research.

It was several days later when he finally paused his investigative journey.

Through a series of hypotheses and the revelation of more confidential documents, he could now confirm that this planet, similar to Earth, had a group of Titan gods sealed beneath its surface.

"In 1453, a major earthquake occurred, but a legend still told in some villages today describes seeing giants taller than mountains walking, the earthquake caused by their movements."

"In 1521, several explorers claimed to have seen a giant larger than an island, asleep."

"..."

"In 1783, during mankind's first hot air balloon trip, the balloon expert Cameron claimed to have seen a giant..."

York couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose.

So many similar legends couldn't be coincidental, and with such detailed descriptions, the giant hand was undoubtedly Cronus.

"The second-generation king of gods from the Western mythological system."

York took a deep breath, the light from his laptop screen casting a serious glow on his face.

"His power could be compared to Zeus, the legendary god."

But then he relaxed his hand from his forehead, his expression returning to normal.

"Even so, if I use all the power from the first world, I'm not necessarily weaker than this guy; it's an even match at worst."

Thinking this, York's gaze grew deeper.

All these stories and legends had shattered his previous conjectures.

The so-called ancient gods were not a single entity but a group of Titan old gods knocked down into the abyss by Zeus.

And these Titans, said to be asleep beneath the earth, were not incapable of walking around or causing disasters that humanity couldn't handle.

"From another perspective, these ancient gods buried beneath the earth don't want sacrifices but are merely looking for entertainment to pass the long, boring years, just like humans enjoying television."

York's thoughts wandered.

"So in the movie, the ancient god that smashed the entire cabin and the energy field wasn't really trying to destroy humanity or the planet, but because the plot of the 'TV show' was so bad, it killed the management bureau of the USA

,

Just like some viewers who, after watching a terrible show, wish they could kill the writer or director."

The more he thought about it, the more York felt these old gods were avoiding something.

Since they could come out, why not face Zeus and fight it out again?

1. In the past battle with Zeus, they were weakened and chose to fall, accept reality, and find some fun.

2. They were afraid, afraid that Zeus would find out they could come out.

3. Both of the above.

York chuckled, no matter which option, his advantage seemed quite significant.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to fear, just need to do it."

York closed his laptop, his mood lightening.

He didn't believe a group of old gods hiding deep underground could outdo him now.

If necessary, he could just summon all the power from the first world, completely reshuffle everything on this planet, and overturn the table.

After all, if the old gods were there, then the legendary womanizer Zeus should also exist, just unknown where he might be, perhaps on his Mount Olympus or somewhere like Asgard in Marvel's Norse mythology.

Thinking this, York casually used telekinesis to tidy up the scattered books, preparing to return them to various libraries.

"Now that I've identified who the enemy is, the next step is to increase my fighting and negotiating leverage."

York's heart hardened as he watched the old books neatly stack up by themselves, a reckless smile on his face.

Until he finds the management bureau and the Titans' lair, he has plenty of time to prepare.

So, the next day after returning the books.

While continuing to play the role of the most charismatic professor as dubbed by the students, York didn't forget to purchase some homemade materials from the black market.

A large auditorium, already filled to the brim with students including around the doors, their gazes all directed at the young professor lecturing below.

Strangely, a glance would reveal that most were blonde-haired, blue-eyed, or various other colors of female students.

In front of this large group of female students, the few pitiful male students huddled in a corner, trembling.

"We first need to discuss the brain."

A magnetic and charismatic voice emerged from the young professor.

"I'd like to start with a viewpoint proposed by Nobel laureate, biologist Francis Crick, which he calls 'the astonishing hypothesis', summarized as follows,"

The young professor turned and gestured to the PowerPoint.

"As he wrote in his book 'The Astonishing Hypothesis', you, your joys, sorrows, memories, ambitions, your perception of personal identity, your free will,

in fact, all these are merely the physiological responses of numerous nerve cells and their molecular associations..."

Despite his serious lecturing, the young professor's charming aura remained undiminished.

Calm, handsome, dangerous, poisonous.

His infinite charm made many female students present completely distracted, listening in through one ear and out the other, simply staring at the young professor, pretending to be attentive.

And the trembling, cornered male students felt somewhat bitter.

Kurt, who had joined the football team and became a star popular among many girls, glanced at the seat to his left.

His crush, Julie, hadn't blinked once, just staring at the earnestly lecturing Professor York below.

"I'm sure Julie doesn't realize what she looks like right now."

Kurt glanced at the young professor below, feeling an indescribable sense of defeat. Though he was fit and a football star, he couldn't match the professor's more robust presence.

On the field, a light bump from the young professor had sent him, the spirited star, flying like a trash bag several meters away, a true disgrace!

"She's completely smitten, and you can't cover that up, Horton, it's so hard for me!"

Kurt, like someone who had been downtrodden for years, sighed deeply to the attentive boy beside him, then slumped forward on the desk.

Horton, one of the sacrifices, marked by the bureau with the scholar archetype.

He smirked slightly: "You've got plenty of admirers too, don't hang yourself on one tree—oh, I mean maybe it's time to change targets."

Kurt glanced at him: "Ah, I only like her, you know that. Don't look at how pretty and sexy Julie dresses, how open and straightforward she seems, she won't even let you touch her hand, instead, she'll explode and curse on the spot,

I like a girl who dares to show off her charm yet remains pure, it's a face-saving thing to bring her around."

Saying this, he just lay there on the desk, turning to look at Marty, whose demeanor seemed very defeated, his hair unkempt as if he were a complete loser.

"Marty, didn't you say you kind of liked Dana recently?"

Kurt indicated Dana sitting next to Julie, looking demure.

"She seems

 similar, although she doesn't look it, but like Julie, her eyes are always wide open, just staring, not even taking notes."

Marty, one of the sacrifices, marked by the bureau with the fool archetype.

He looked where Kurt indicated, nonchalant, shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't like her anymore."

At this, both Kurt and Horton paused, looking at him.

Marty calmly dropped a bomb: "Dana isn't as simple as she appears, yeah, she's not what you think."

Unlike the very calm Horton, Kurt first raised his eyebrows, curious: "What do you mean by that?"

But Marty just shrugged again.

"Boring."

Seeing this, Kurt sighed: "The thing I hate most about you is this secrecy, always acting mysterious, you don't talk, but I know what you mean."

Despite saying this, Kurt still harbored some doubts in his heart.

Dana has a front and a back?

Only Horton was somewhat puzzled, asking Kurt, "What do you mean?"

Kurt didn't answer, just continued to watch the young professor suddenly mention something that made the students in the classroom laugh, remarking.

"Even so, it's undeniable that Professor York really has charm, even I, as a man, can't feel jealous,

There are always some beings in this world who just outclass others."

"Hmm, better looking than you, more fit than you, more learned than you, a young professor, even richer than you, driving a Lamborghini..."

Horton's relentless barrage made Kurt frustrated, blurting out.

"I have a cabin built in the deep forests, perfect for a getaway! Does he have that!"

This caught Marty and Horton's attention.

"Though it's my cousin's." Realizing their gaze, Kurt again became despondent.

"I usually go there for vacations, there's a big lake, I always swim to the end..."

Horton and Marty exchanged a look.

Horton spoke up: "How about it, let's plan a trip after the holidays? Deep in the forest sounds great, staying there at night should be thrilling."

Marty added: "We could bring Julie, Dana, and most importantly, you could invite Professor York to show him your skills."

Kurt's lips twitched, his arms already seized by his two friends, he glanced at the young professor below, unable to forget Julie's smitten face.

The young man's pride, wanting to impress the girl he liked, made Kurt hesitate.

"Would Professor York agree?"

"I think he would."

Marty, holding Kurt's arm, whispered: "I heard Professor York generally doesn't refuse students' requests, he's known for being obliging, so I think if you ask, he probably won't refuse a good student's kindness, you're one of his favored students."

Kurt thought seriously: "Alright! Then I'll seriously ask!"

The group chatted quietly, unaware that the young professor's lips had already curved into a slight smile.

The fish had taken the bait...

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