Zeus stood confidently at the center of the arena, all eyes fixed on him. The offers from the five top elders hung in the air, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation, eager to see which elder he would choose. The pressure was palpable, but Zeus remained calm, his smirk ever-present.
[Well, well, Zeus. Quite the popular one, aren't you?] the system's voice slithered into his mind, dripping with its usual arrogance. [Five elders, all scrambling over you like you're the last mana stone in a desert. So... which one will you grace with your presence?]
Zeus's eyes flickered toward Roxana, his smirk deepening. "Of course, it's her," he responded inwardly, a playful gleam in his eyes. "We've already made plans to… well, not blackmail exactly, but to 'invite' her to become our accomplice."
