Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 309: Apollo, The Dumbass of the Century, Hera’s Judgement!

Aphrodite's gaze slid over to Apollo, the dumbass in question. The golden-haired sun burnt idiot who had managed to make himself a prime target for no reason other than being jealous and horny. Because Cassandra—smart, beautiful, and very much into Parker—hadn't given a single fuck about him. And instead of handling that rejection like a grown god, Apollo had done what every stupid, emotionally stunted man did.

He acted out.

His crime? Messing with Tessa. And if Parker ever caught even a whiff of divine traces on his woman's suffering, Apollo wouldn't just be on Parker's list—he'd be the very first name carved at the top. Not even Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades would've had the honor of dying first. No, Apollo would've been turned into a cautionary tale. A golden-haired stain on history.

They didn't know who they were dealing with. Or maybe they did, but their god-sized egos refused to process it. They didn't want to believe that the son of THEM was here. Unfortunate. Because Parker wasn't just a son.

He was the fucking prince.

Aphrodite and Nyx exchanged looks, their voices slipping through a silent transmission.

"Think the Throne is watching?"

Nyx chuckled. "Probably. What about the Second?"

"Oh, definitely."

The Merciless Second. Second of the Six. If Parker's actions hadn't already drawn their attention, then they were blind, deaf, and dead. But neither goddess believed that.

Hera, ever the cold strategist, finally broke the silence. "Retrieve Theseus. Prepare his burial."

There was no emotion in her voice. No anger. No grief. Just acceptance. She wasn't stupid. She knew Theseus was never going to win. Not against Parker.

The tension in the hall was thick—thicker than the bullshit excuses Apollo always came up with when he got caught up in some scandal. The gods sat around, exchanging uneasy glances, some looking straight-up disturbed.

Finally, Hermes leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the table. "So… are we gonna tell the others?"

Silence. No one wanted to answer first.

Athena sighed, rubbing her temples. "If we do, you know what'll happen. Some reckless idiot—probably those with the same mindset as Ares—will charge at Parker like a dumbass, and then what?" She looked around. "A massacre? Or, if Parker's feeling charitable, just complete annihilation of their divine cores?"

Ares crossed his arms, offended but also not denying it. "I resent that. And also, they'd win."

Nyx actually laughed. "Oh, honey. No, they wouldn't."

Dionysus snorted, swirling his wine. "Do we even have a choice here? Because let's be real, we're kind of starting to accept that Parker isn't ours to deal with anymore."

That hit harder than expected.

The gods exchanged glances again, the weight of those words settling in. Because he was right. They weren't sure if they could deal with Parker. Maybe they never could.

Hera, however, wasn't having it. She exhaled sharply, standing up with authority. "Enough. We're not telling the others."

Apollo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So we're just gonna pretend Theseus didn't get absolutely obliterated?"

Hera shot him a look. "Yes."

Apollo blinked. "…Cool. Love the honesty."

Artemis, quiet until now, spoke up. "And what happens when they find out anyway?"

Hera's eyes darkened. "Then we'll deal with it. On our own terms."

Silence again. No one argued further. Because deep down, they all knew—if Parker was already beyond them, what good would it do to send more lambs to the slaughter?

Hera's glare immediately snapped to Hermes. "Fix it."

Hermes groaned dramatically, rubbing his face like a stressed-out office worker on a Monday morning.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." He didn't want to, but he also didn't wanna be on Hera's shit list today. "I'll just go erase memories, corrupt some footage, silence a mortal—no big deal."

But before he could even move, Ares stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Nope. Nah. Not happening. Hermes is soft. I'll deal with it."

Hermes' hands shot up. "Woah, woah, woah—hold on. I'm efficient, not soft." He looked around for backup and got nothing. "I don't just brute force things like you. I finesse. I erase without a trace. You? You're about to make some news anchor go 'tragic case of spontaneous combustion.'"

Ares smirked. "And?"

Hera looked at her son. Then, after a brief pause, she nodded.

Because they all knew exactly how this was going to end.

Hermes threw his hands in the air. "Of course. Fucking of course." He slumped back into his seat. "I swear, I work with idiots."

Dionysus, sipping his wine, side-eyed him. "You should've run while you had the chance, bro."

Ares grinned, cracking his neck as he walked toward the exit. "Time to have some fun."

Hermes muttered something about needing a vacation.

****

Hera and Apollo didn't leave with the others. Instead, the Queen of Olympus glanced at the golden-haired god, her expression unreadable, her presence heavy with authority. Apollo, for his part, was still processing the absolute nonsense that had just happened.

He pointed at himself. "So, uh… why am I involved?"

Hera didn't answer at first, just watching him like a mother debating whether to scold her kid or let him figure out his mistakes on his own. Then, finally, she spoke.

"Because we need a plan." Hera's gaze sharpened. "You do realize you messed with Parker's woman, right?" Her voice was casual—too casual. "We need to deal with him before he grows more powerful and you know what happens when he finds out about your doing." Because of course, Hera believed that Apollo now knew who Parker was.

Apollo stiffened. Oh. Oh. So that's what this was really about.

Fix his father's problems. Fix his own. One stone, two birds.

Apollo exhaled, already hating where this was going. "Of course. Because why wouldn't this get worse?"

Apollo made a face. "A plan to fix things?" He doubted it. He really, really doubted it.

Hera's lips curled ever so slightly. "To lessen Zeus's worries." A pause. Then her smirk deepened. "Or perhaps… we're about to add more to his already huge pile of problems."

Apollo exhaled dramatically, rubbing his temple. "Great. Just great."

Then, after a beat, he narrowed his eyes at Hera. "And what's in this for you, huh?" Because Hera never did anything unless it benefited her. "How exactly does this help you?"

Hera chuckled—low, confident, like a queen who already knew she'd won. "More dominance. More attention. More love from Zeus." She lifted her chin. "And, of course, maintaining peace in Olympus."

Apollo scoffed. "Of course. Gotta keep up that perfect Queen act, huh?"

Hera didn't respond, but her smirk didn't fade.

Typical Hera.

Apollo sighed again, still not over this mess. "Alright, fine. But how the fuck are we dealing with Parker? We don't even have a plan."

Hera laughed. Not just a chuckle—a full, amused, knowing laugh.

"Oh, but I do."

Apollo's stomach sank. Because Hera always had a plan, and when she was in this kind of mood? It usually meant chaos.

She stepped closer, voice smooth. "We're going to THEY."

Apollo's eyes widened immediately. "Wait, hold up—THEY?"

Hera's smirk widened.

Apollo blinked, processing. "That's literally using murder to cover up a fucking theft case. Even the stupidest criminal wouldn't do that."

Hera just laughed again. "And that, dear Apollo, is exactly why it's going to work."

Apollo shook his head, half in disbelief, half in morbid admiration. Then, out of nowhere, he grinned.

"Okay, yeah. I fucking love this plan."

And then—they disappeared.

*****

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