Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 107 Siege of the Underworld

Ferrura had no idea how she left the sacred mountain.

In the mocking light of Cronus, she even forgot how she cried, staring blankly at the meat on the table.

It turns out that when sadness reaches its peak, it's truly impossible to cry.

She didn't even dare to ask if Chiron was still alive; she only felt a strong nausea and vomited violently while holding onto the table.

Kronos frowned in disgust at her disheveled appearance, feeling not pity but rather a bit disappointed.

In the end, He didn't even bother to say a word of comfort before turning and leaving.

After all, He had many things to do and didn't have time to comfort his lover.

Over the years, what Cronus liked most about Philyra was her obedience.

Even before Chiron was born, she had already accepted the possibility of being eaten by him, making her much more pragmatic than Rhea.

But it was precisely because she was so compliant that Cronus couldn't help but want to see just how compliant she could be.

Essentially, it's because the world has become too boring, so Cronus has to find some "fun" for himself.

But when Philyra collapsed as He had expected, He found it meaningless and didn't even bother to look at her again.

Fichanla had no idea how she managed to stand up despite her weakened state, nor how she quietly left the sacred mountain and arrived in the underworld.

When she finally saw the person she wanted to see, in a daze, Ferrura knelt down immediately in front of the young man in white.

"Your Highness Prometheus, Chiron, Chiron—"

Tears streamed down her face, and Ferrura choked back sobs, barely able to speak: "My Chiron—"

At first, Ferrura found it hard to accept this strangely-looking centaur child.

But after so many years of getting along, watching Chiron grow up little by little, and feeling his kindness and courage, Ferrura had long since put aside her prejudices about his appearance and felt genuine love and care for him.

The result is now————

She not only lost her child forever, but in this way—

How could Ferrura accept this?

The usually gentle and timid Ocean Goddess prostrated herself on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Prometheus, seeing this, also felt conflicted.

In the original timeline, Philyra couldn't accept that she had given birth to a monster and asked to become a tree, while Chiron survived and became the most famous centaur in Greece, serving as a mentor to countless demigod heroes.

Now, Philura has survived, but Chiron has been murdered because he offended Cronus with his kindness.

This also shows that Cronus had completely fallen into madness. It seems that the execution of Zeus, the son of the curse, had greatly boosted Cronus's confidence.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Prometheus finally spoke, asking softly.

Ferrura raised her head, tears still streaming down her face, making her already delicate features look even more disheveled.

But in that instant, Prometheus clearly saw that in those eyes, which were always gentle and timid, and perpetually moist like a frightened fawn, an indescribable hatred ignited.

"I want to avenge Chiron."

Ferrura spoke, her voice trembling, her nails digging deep into the black earth of the underworld, blood seeping from between her fingers, but she was completely unaware.

"I will make Cronus pay the price."

"Your Highness Prometheus, please help me, please help me!"

Prometheus did not speak.

He bowed his head and looked at the woman kneeling before him.

On her face, fragility and madness coexisted, fear and determination intertwined.

"Filura".

Prometheus finally spoke, with a faint sigh: "You should know that Cronus's power now far surpasses that of Uranus in his prime, and there is no god in the entire world who can stand against him head-on."

"Once He discovers your disloyalty, I don't need to elaborate on your fate."

Even so, are you still willing?

Ferrura raised her head.

Tears still clung to her chin, but those once fragile eyes, which dared not even meet her gaze, now stared straight at Prometheus, unblinking.

"I'm willing," she said without any hesitation. "I want to avenge Chiron."

Prometheus didn't say anything more. He nodded and looked at Metis, who had remained silent beside him.

Noticing the gaze, Metis nodded and then took a bottle from his pocket.

The bottle is carved from crystal, and it is crystal clear. Through the thin bottle wall, you can see that it contains a liquid with a strange color.

Metis looked down at the bottle in his hand, his gaze complex.

Three years.

It took her three whole years to extract every drop of water from thousands of sources before she finally brewed this small bottle of mead.

When she and Prometheus first came up with this plan, it was all just talk on paper.

At that time, they did not know who would ultimately deliver the wine to Cronus, in what way, or at what time.

And now, the man who delivered the wine was kneeling in front of her, trembling all over, his eyes filled with madness.

"Filura".

Philura heard the call, raised her tear-blurred face, and saw Metis handing her the bottle of mead.

"Take it."

Ferrura instinctively reached out and caught it, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"What is this?!"

"For so many years, Athena and I have been searching for a way to fight against Cronus."

Prometheus said softly, "The reason why Cronus's power is so great is not only because of the divine authority of the king of gods, but also because of another more important reason."

"He devoured his children, Hestia, Demeter, Hera, and Poseidon, whose divine laws resided within him."

"Although he couldn't fully absorb it, he could utilize it and continuously draw power from it. In addition, after devouring Zeus, the cursed son, he also gained the Law of Division —"

Prometheus's gaze fell on the bottle of mead, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"So the first step to defeating Him is to make Him spit out the five gods that were devoured. Once they are released, Cronus will immediately lose their laws."

Ferrura blinked, as if she understood something.

"This bottle of wine is an emetic honey wine that I extracted from thousands of raw water sources over three years."

Metis picked up where Prometheus left off, his voice low and steady: "Once Cronus drinks it, he will vomit up the gods he has devoured, and then we will have the opportunity to overthrow his divine authority."

"I understand." Ferrura looked up, seemingly having recovered from her grief, her voice calm to the point of being cold: "I get it."

She didn't even ask how to get Cronus to drink the wine; she simply put it away in silence.

Prometheus looked at her with a complicated expression.

He could see that Philyra was determined to die and was about to say a few words of advice when suddenly the earth beneath their feet began to shake violently.

Prometheus frowned; as the ruler of the underworld, he felt the tremor emanating from the world itself.

Almost instantly realizing something, Prometheus's gaze pierced through layers of space, looking towards the world outside the underworld.

That world that he and the gods once created together.

Vast forests, majestic mountains, rushing rivers, boundless plains, and on those plains dwell golden humans, crafted by hand from the soil of the underworld—

Everything was destroyed at the same time.

The God-King's terrifying power swept across the entire world in an instant, annihilating all living beings.

The crops and golden humans that the gods had painstakingly created were all killed or injured before they could even utter a scream.

When Prometheus first created the Underworld, it was rejected by the world. Chaos's world will was unwilling to acknowledge a dead realm independent of its control.

Later, He created all things from the soil of the underworld, using this ingenious method to force the world to accept the existence of the underworld, because the soil of the underworld will inevitably return to the underworld after death, which is a law that even the will of the world cannot violate.

But now————

Everything was killed.

Every single one, not one.

The returning Netherworld surged into the Underworld like a tide, merging once more with the soil of the Underworld itself. At the same time, the force of rejection from the Chaos world descended once more, more violently and unstoppably than before.

The boundaries of the underworld began to tremble violently, and cracks appeared on the dark walls.

"Cronus slaughtered all living beings," Prometheus said softly, meeting Metis's questioning gaze.

"Has He gone mad?!"

Metis's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "How many of those lives are His own creations? He's willing to give up the whole world just to deal with us?!"

"In His logic, as long as He can destroy us, destroying the whole world is probably nothing. At worst, He can start over. He already has the power to create the world."

Before Prometheus could finish speaking, a burst of wild laughter came from outside the underworld, piercing through the barriers of space and reaching the ears of the gods.

The laughter was unrestrained, carrying a kind of madness and arrogance that made one feel as if the whole world was trampled underfoot.

"Prometheus!"

Cronus's voice came from beyond the underworld, filled with undisguised pleasure and murderous intent: "Did you see that? Your laughable creations, your golden humans, your toys to which you poured your heart and soul—all dead! Not a single one left!"

"What good is it for you to hide in the underworld now? The existence of the underworld has been repudiated, along with you, your underworld, and those useless people hiding under your wings—"

The sound suddenly rose in pitch, booming like thunder through the underworld—

"They're all going to die here today!"