Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 108 The Underworld Version of the Empty City Strategy

Although everyone knew that Cronus was extremely ruthless, no one expected him to be this ruthless.

He is the King of Gods, the King of Gods of the Chaos world, yet at this moment he is personally destroying all life in the world.

It is precisely because of these signs of life that the underworld and the world of Chaos are connected.

By extinguishing all life, the underworld was once again rejected by the Chaos world.

Hades only learned what Cronus had done at this moment, and he was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Prometheus, when you relinquished your throne as king of the gods, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Cronus gazed at the turbulent, black Styx, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery: "After all, it was you who—personally—sent me to the throne of the gods."

So many years have passed, and Cronus is no fool; on the contrary, he is very intelligent, so he has long since figured out what really happened back then.

He was now certain that he had been tricked by Prometheus.

Prometheus deliberately led Uranus to believe that he would become the new king of the gods, while simultaneously enraging Uranus and causing him to utter a vicious curse.

At the same time, it lured Cronus to become the king of the gods and accept the curse, thus achieving the goal of maintaining a balance of power.

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"You probably never imagined I would become so powerful, so much so that even Uranus's curse couldn't restrain me, because I am now far more powerful than Uranus was back then!"

Cronus's eyes were filled with the exhilarating satisfaction of avenging his great grudge. He looked at the underworld before him, eager to crush this world and its master together.

Meanwhile, the underworld was in complete chaos.

The gods who had fled here huddled in the dimly lit hall, their faces pale. When they looked at each other, they could see their own terrified reflections in each other's pupils.

They were once the undisputed rulers in their respective fields, but now they huddled in a corner, like a flock of sheep trapped by a blizzard, shivering and lost.

The earth in the underworld is constantly shaking.

That was the force of rejection from the Chaos world, the world's will itself's denial and expulsion of this independent dead zone.

"It can't be held."

Styx's voice echoed in the hall, low and cold, like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.

"Once the God-King makes his move, the barriers of the Underworld won't hold for long; Cronus is too powerful."

She sighed softly, her tone calm to the point of despair: "The River Styx is the last line of defense for the underworld. I can guard the entrance, but I can only stop ordinary gods."

"You all felt the power of Cronus just now. He destroyed all life on the world with just one move. In the face of such power, my Styx is like a ditch."

"Moreover, we have nowhere to escape. All space outside the underworld has been sealed off by the divine power of Cronus. We are trapped here and will die."

These words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirring up ripples of despair.

The gods began to whisper, and the voices grew from whispers to clamor, and from clamor to a near-out-of-control commotion.

Gaia stood in the center of the hall, her face more grim than anyone else's.

She single-handedly created the framework of the entire Chaos world; every mountain, every river, and every inch of land here was once her child.

And now, she felt their death.

But she didn't even have time to grieve, because there was an even greater crisis ahead. She could only look to the white-clad figure for help.

"Prometheus, what should we do now?"

Prometheus did not speak; he seemed to be thinking about something.

Gaia's words also caused all the desperate gods to cast their light upon him.

In the eyes of the gods, this god who created the underworld had personally ended Uranus's tyrannical rule, and now he must also have a way to deal with Cronus.

But faced with the expectant gazes of the gods, Prometheus simply said, "I'll go out."

The hall fell silent instantly. All the gods stopped their clamor and turned to look at him, their expressions shifting from unanimous astonishment to varying degrees of disbelief.

"No!"

Metis was the first to react; for the first time, a near-hysterical anxiety appeared in his usually calm and wise eyes.

She seemed to see the Father God and Mother Goddess leaving the Underworld once again. She had tried her best to stop them then, but she still couldn't. And now they had met with terrible misfortune.

History repeats itself once again, and even someone as wise as Metis becomes anxious at this moment.

"You can't go out. He's forcing you to go out. If you go out now, you're playing right into His hands. If something happens to you, the underworld will be completely finished!"

"Metis is right."

Gaia's voice also turned serious as she walked up to Prometheus: "You absolutely cannot go out."

She paused, her voice softening slightly: "Let's hold our ground."

"Although the barriers of the underworld are damaged, they have not yet been breached. The River Styx is a natural barrier. Metis, the other gods, and I are reinforcing the defenses together, so there is still a possibility that we can hold out."

"Yes!" a river god mustered his courage and echoed, "Holding our ground offers some hope, going out is suicide!"

"Your Highness Prometheus, you must not go!" someone else shouted.

"What will we do if you go?"

More people began to echo, their voices rising and falling, like a flock of sheep that had lost their leader desperately calling for their shepherd not to leave.

Prometheus listened to these voices, his gaze slowly sweeping across each face.

He saw fear, he saw despair, he saw dependence on Him, and he saw the burning expectation in the eyes of the gods that they regarded Him as their last straw.

Finally, He sighed softly: "It cannot be protected."

The hall fell silent once more, and all eyes were on him.

"To hold out is a dead end," Prometheus said, emphasizing each word. "Cronus hasn't even made a move yet; do I need to tell you how powerful he is?"

Xiu's gaze fell on Gaia's face, her tone completely flat: "The reason Kronos hasn't made a move yet isn't because he's hesitating, but because he's enjoying our death throes."

Metis's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She knew Prometheus was right, but it was precisely because he was right that she found it even more unacceptable.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "But you'll surely die if you go out."

"Cronus will not let you go. Once you are dead, we will still be at their mercy."

Prometheus looked at her, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "That's not necessarily true."

Metis was taken aback. Prometheus looked at her and asked slowly, "What kind of god do you think Cronus feared most?"

Metis shook her head, wondering why Prometheus had suddenly asked such a question. Prometheus smiled and replied, "What Cronus fears most are the gods he feels he cannot defeat."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be stronger than Him, but as long as He believes that someone is stronger than Him, that is what He fears most."

Metis's pupils contracted sharply. After all, she was the goddess of wisdom. While the other gods were still bewildered by Prometheus's simple words, she had already vaguely grasped what Prometheus was trying to express.

"You're crazy."

Metis blurted out, with an almost furious disbelief, "You want to go out alone and bluff your way in front of Him?"

"You think you can make a paranoid madman back down in the face of your performance? Prometheus, do you know what you're betting on? You're betting on the mind of a tyrant who has gone mad enough to destroy the entire world!"

"I know," Prometheus smiled, "but this might not be a bad idea, especially since—"

Who said it was just bluffing?

Prometheus did not utter the second half of his sentence; he simply maintained a calm demeanor.

"I won't allow it."

Metis's voice turned cold. She grabbed Prometheus's sleeve, her knuckles turning white from the force: "You stay here. We'll figure something out together. There must be another way out."

"Don't worry." Prometheus gently pried her hands open, his movements gentle yet leaving no room for refusal: "Trust me."

“Then I will go with you,” Metis said, her voice carrying an almost stubborn determination: “I am the goddess of wisdom, perhaps I can help you.”

"You can't go," Prometheus interrupted her, his tone serious for the first time. "You're needed here more."

He paused, his gaze passing over Metis and looking at all the gods present, at their desperate and bewildered faces.

It turns out that in the face of such annihilation, even gods are just as weak and helpless as humans.

Metis opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Gaia remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Prometheus, my child, you are the wisest of all my children, but this time—"

She looked at Prometheus, her eyes slightly red: "You're gambling your life on the hesitation of a madman."

"I know," Prometheus said softly.

"You might die."

"I know."

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at Metis, then at Gaia, and said with a smirk, "Instead of waiting to be killed, let's overturn the chessboard and see if He dares to make a move."

After saying this, Xiu turned around and walked towards the entrance to the underworld.

The gods instinctively parted to make way for Him, their gazes following His retreating figure as if watching a martyr walking toward the execution ground.

Metis tried to stop him, but in the end he just stood there, his eyes reddening.

Outside the underworld, Cronus narrowed his eyes.

Before their eyes, a figure was slowly emerging from the dark river.

That was Prometheus.

He was determined to kill Prometheus.

But when Prometheus actually emerged, Cronus's first reaction wasn't surprise, but rather—

doubt.

What does this mean?

Kronos's brain began to work at breakneck speed.

I don't think Prometheus was a fool like Oceanus, choosing to die to protect some useless people.

On the contrary, Prometheus was the most cautious person he had ever met, and he would never act rashly without absolute certainty.

This cunning prophet is not only incapable of acting on emotion, but behind every action he takes, every word he speaks, and every expression he makes lies a complex web of calculations.

Would someone like that take the initiative to step out of the only barrier and come to him alone?

This is not reasonable.

There's definitely something wrong.

Kronos instinctively tightened his palms, golden divine power gathering at his fingertips, but he did not immediately make a move.

His gaze swept quickly behind Prometheus.

The entrance to the River Styx was wide open, and inside lay unfathomable darkness, where no gods could be seen and no unusual sounds could be heard.

It's too quiet.

It was so quiet that it didn't seem like a group of dying ants were hiding inside.

Cronus frowned even more deeply, and under his watchful gaze, Prometheus finally approached Him.

The lord of the underworld raised his head and looked directly at Cronus with a calm and serene gaze, as if he were looking at an old friend he had not seen for a long time.

There was no fear, no anger, no pleading in his eyes, only an indescribable composure. When he spoke, he was even smiling: "Cronus, it's been a long time."

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Cronus grew increasingly suspicious.