Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 301 Prometheus in Despair
Then, the mortals who were paralyzed on the ground saw the endless auspicious procession in the sky disappear swiftly and mercilessly, like a shattered dream.

The speed at which they left was far faster than when they arrived.

If it weren't for Zeus, the king of the gods, remaining merciful and unwilling to harm these innocent humans...

They also did not want this newly built, memorable temple and altar to be destroyed, so they placed the spot where Prometheus was thrown down far away from the sacrificial site.
Otherwise, based solely on the aftershocks of the fall, none of the humans below would survive.

However, even so, this cataclysmic upheaval had terrified all of humanity, leaving them paralyzed on the ground, unable to stand up again.

At the altar, many people looked up at the sky, tears streaming down their faces, their knees buckling as they collapsed onto the dust.

Some wailed, some stood frozen in shock, and many more prayed in ignorance, hoping that the same old blessings would come again.

Unfortunately, humanity has lost its closest connection with God, forever.

Prometheus lay quietly at the bottom of that giant pit.

Indescribable pain engulfed His entire divine body.

For the first time, I felt utterly powerless; my consciousness was like a withered leaf washed away by the tide, fleeting and fragile.

He felt as if his divine body had shattered completely.

The God-King did not strip Him of His authority and divine power, but He forbade Him from breathing the Great Atmosphere, and the Heavenly Net had completely shielded Him.

Under these circumstances, relying solely on the meager energy of the mortal realm, the recovery of His divine body would take an incredibly long time.

He is like Poseidon pulled from the sea, or Helios imprisoned in the earth.

His divine and mighty body is emitting painful cries because of his "hunger for divine power".

The God-King's punishment was far more severe than imagined! The bombardment of the great thunder was also far more terrifying and painful than expected.

However, the physical pain He endured was far less than the despair in His heart.

Even if the recovery time is long, it is eventually possible to recover.

However, what humanity has lost is their only hope for survival in this wild world!
Once the almost omnipotent sacred flame is lost, how can humanity possibly survive in this dangerous mortal realm?
How can humanity's hope be restored?
At that moment, Prometheus's first thought wasn't even that he could never return to Olympus.

What He was thinking about was still His beloved humanity, His... dear children.

How should He face His beloved children?

All of this is His own fault!

He lay there quietly at the bottom of the cold pit, his heart and eyes filled with endless cold despair.

The filthy dust covered His divine body, yet He had no intention of cleaning it away even a little.

For the first time in His divine life, He tasted the bitterness of heart-wrenching regret.

At this moment, He was unaware of the deadly poison His foolish "cleverness" had injected into the human soul!
Too often, blind love only brings the deepest harm.

But spoiling is the most blind kind of indulgence.

His cleverness today will bring eternal calamity to mankind.

A long time, a long time.

Finally, He once again managed to sense the existence of His divine body.

Even so, I still felt utterly hopeless.

However, while sensing the panic and terror of the people on earth...

He mustered his strength and struggled to support the already shattered divine body, wanting to quickly return to the sacrificial site to resolve humanity's panic and helplessness.

Now, the sacred flame has left humanity.

If humanity falls into complete panic as a result, then who knows how many more countless casualties will result.

But just as He was about to take flight, He was astonished to discover…

He can no longer leave the earth.

This is not simply a matter of being deprived of the ability to fly.

Rather, it is His body that, from this day forward, must forever touch this earth.

In any and any way, we must always remain closely connected to this mundane world.

He is forever bound to this mortal realm.

A deeper despair, like the cold chaos of Tartarus, completely enveloped Him.

But He had no time to savor this absolute bitterness before He, with His broken and shattered divine body, ran toward the sacrificial site at top speed.

No, that cannot be called "running".

Even when running, His divine body cannot levitate.

He must have one foot that touches this mortal earth forever.

Therefore, His posture was extremely strange, like an extremely ugly and embarrassing race walk.

His "prophet" never foresaw that he would be in such a position.

This great Titan, who was supposed to have foresight, was now like a clumsy puppet, being pulled tightly toward the ground by an invisible string.

Although He was fast, the faster He moved, the more disheveled He appeared.

Like a bird with broken wings, it flutters in vain in the mortal world. It is even less than the stumbling and struggling of ordinary people.

When He saw humanity again, He was so overwhelmed with bitterness that He couldn't even utter a single word.

The once neat and clean sacrificial site is now covered with swirling dust.

In the recent terrifying earthquake, several stone pillars that carried humanity's hopes collapsed, their broken remains lying scattered on the ground.

The magnificent and sacred temple and altar were also quite damaged, completely covered in dust. This sacred sacrificial site, which had only been completed recently, could now be described as dilapidated.

The more than three thousand human representatives were almost all scattered and collapsed on the ground.

The once orderly lines and clean appearance have all become messy and dirty.

Many more vulnerable individuals nearly collapsed under the weight of their immense confusion, helplessness, and despair.

Silent tears slid down their dusty faces, leaving two clear and desperate tear tracks.

Prometheus's swift arrival left behind a long earthen dragon.

Some people sensed His arrival and looked with fear at the sweeping wave of dust and sand.

However, when they saw that the newcomer was Prometheus, their fear instantly turned into a deeper terror, and even... utter despair.

when……?
A God who is forever flawless, pure and clean, a God who forever soars in the sky and looks down upon all living beings.

Will they, like these mortal beings, be covered in dust and dirt, running on their own two feet across this land?

Moreover, this god is one of their creators and the great teacher they have unconditionally relied on since birth.

Prometheus, who never ran on the earth, and even rarely walked on it...

In his wretched state, in his despair, he had become the embodiment of despair. His arrival was like a plague, bringing endless despair to humankind.

The humans present were the most courageous, capable, wise, and thoughtful elites from their respective tribes.

They had keenly sensed the impending terror amidst this series of earth-shattering changes.

His Majesty the Great God-King and the gods departed far too quickly.

Furthermore, it left no divine pronouncements for humankind, nor bestowed any blessings.

The brilliance vanished suddenly, and the auspicious signs disappeared hastily; and the gods that humanity knows most, relies on most, and is closest to most fell from the heavens like a meteorite.

Now, they appear before people in such a disheveled state.

The scene before them was enough to make even the bravest man tremble; this could not be a good thing.

Something incredibly terrifying must have happened in the heavens.

This is definitely not a good thing for humanity.

Moreover, the cause of this incident is most likely related to their great teacher!
Some truly astute individuals have even realized that this is very likely related to the sacrificial offering.

When Prometheus commanded them to cut the beef in this way, they had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

If the goal is to offer the best to God, then why cover it up with that dirty cowhide?

But if it weren't for...

that……

However, humanity has always been absolutely obedient to Prometheus.

Even if they had doubts, they dared not utter a single word at such a sacred and crucial moment.

What is happening right now has given rise to a terrifying yet closest-to-the-truth thought in the minds of many.

Their revered god Prometheus...

He... can't be real...

A few who still had the courage struggled to their feet and ran toward Prometheus.

They looked at the disheveled god with trembling eyes filled with fear.

Yet, she dared not utter a single question.

They feared that unknown, yet undoubtedly terrifying, answer.

Prometheus looked at the humans before him, who were like frightened birds, at their terrified and helpless eyes, at their faces buried in dust and despair, and at their uncontrollable tears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but it was as if his throat was blocked by sand and gravel. His words broke in his mouth again and again, and his lips opened and closed repeatedly, but he could not utter a single word.

What should He say?

Tell them that because of His folly and self-righteousness, humanity will no longer be able to offer sacrifices to God.

Therefore, they will no longer be able to receive God's protection.

Even the sacred flame they relied on for survival and to ward off wild beasts, darkness, and cold has been taken back by the God-King?

Tell them that from now on, when night falls, the earth will be without light except for the cold glow of the moon.

Tell them that they can only endure the biting cold and the ever-present threat of wild beasts in the endless darkness?

Tell them that from now on, any prey they catch will only be eaten raw and bloody, and they will never be able to eat that delicious cooked food again.
(End of this chapter)