*The god of the forge…* Life was good in the Neosphere District. I’d made a name for myself as a renowned supernatural bounty hunter, holding the record for most harpies slayed. But the best part about living in the future? Avoiding the other Olympian gods. Banishing a guy from Olympus because he was “imperfect” tends to make one hold a grudge. Go figure. And no other god possessed the means to time travel. But I did. Thanks to the portal hopping device I forged. Yup. Life. Was. Grand. Until a bounty popped up on a certain love goddess. Aphrodite and I had been friends since we were wee gods. I’d…