Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 109 You can pretend to be bad, but you can't actually be bad.

Prometheus's sudden appearance caught Cronus off guard.

Although Cronus had been thinking about how to kill Prometheus every day for thousands of years, that didn't mean he would be careless.

On the contrary, because of the years of open and covert struggles, Cronus became increasingly wary of Prometheus.

Because of these numerous open and covert struggles, Cronus never won a single one.

It could even be said that He lost miserably every time.

Even when you think you've won, you'll eventually realize that you're still within Prometheus's calculations.

What He thought was a "victory" was actually paying a much higher price.

This led to the fact that even though Kronos now possessed absolute power to crush everything in the world, when faced with a seemingly insurmountable situation, his first reaction was not joy, but rather—

What is Prometheus plotting now?

Or did he deliberately manipulate His psychology, making Him think He was plotting something, thus preventing Him from taking action?

In an instant, Cronus thought about many things, and his gaze grew increasingly gloomy.

But Prometheus seemed not to see Xiu's expression at all, and his smile even grew brighter.

"Your Majesty, didn't you want to see me? Why are you silent now that I've come out?"

"Prometheus, do you know what you're doing?" Cronus sneered. "Your life is in my hands. Are you sure you want to provoke me at this time?"

"Why not?" Prometheus smiled. "In fact, you should thank me; I personally placed you on the throne of the gods."

Cronus grew increasingly suspicious.

Although he had long known that his position as the king of the gods was deliberately orchestrated by Prometheus, did he mention it now because he had already foreseen this situation?

If he had foreseen this, given Prometheus's character, would he have been unprepared?

Kronos thought it was unlikely.

If you've prepared, what have you prepared?

Could it really have an impact on me?

How could that be? He has now become the strongest god in the entire world, even surpassing Uranus in the past. How could anyone pose a threat to him?

He must be bluffing.

Having made his judgment, Cronus's gaze sharpened. No longer willing to listen to Prometheus's nonsense, his divine power surged forth, and he raised his hand, ready to crush all truth and falsehood with the might of a god-king.

Just then, a black figure suddenly rushed out.

"Your Majesty, I've come to investigate the situation for you!"

Hades roared, his divine power surging wildly, and the power of fate pressed down on the white figure.

Cronus narrowed his eyes, thinking it was good to have Hades probe the situation first, and he became increasingly satisfied with Hades's self-awareness.

So He withdrew the golden divine power that was about to be unleashed in His palm, took a small step back, and gave the battlefield to Hades, but His gaze never left Prometheus.

He wanted to see clearly whether this prophetic god was bluffing or not.

Black divine power surged from Hades' body; it was the power of the laws of fate, formless and intangible yet omnipresent.

It's as if countless invisible threads were drawn from the depths of the world, each thread connecting to a possible branch of fate, but each branch leads to the same destination: the defeat and death of Prometheus.

The power of fate transformed into a jet-black spear, carrying countless possibilities, and pierced straight into Prometheus's chest.

The tip of the spear pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Prometheus did not dodge.

He didn't even raise his hand to block it.

He simply stood there, his white robes fluttering in the raging winds of fate, his face as calm as if facing a gentle breeze.

Then, just before the spear was about to pierce His chest, He raised His right hand.

The movement was extremely casual, as if shooing away a mosquito that flew past his eyes.

His fingertips brushed lightly across the air; no divine power surged, no laws arose, and nothing that could be called "power" overflowed from his fingertips.

But in the instant Hades waved his hand, the surging black divine power around him froze instantly as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat, and then dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hades' pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with horror, but before he could react, Prometheus gently patted his shoulder.

Hades' body was instantly struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Kronos's expression instantly turned serious.

It was simply because He hadn't seen at all how Prometheus had done it!

This is an incredible thing. His strength far surpasses that of any other being in this world, yet at this moment, even Prometheus cannot discern what methods he used!

What does this mean?

This means that Prometheus may have really been hiding his strength, and it was a strength that no one could even see!

Not to mention that Hades, despite his immense divine power, was as fragile as paper in front of Prometheus!

How is this possible?!

But Cronus reacted extremely quickly; even though he was terrified, his movements were not slow at all.

Just as Prometheus and Hades were about to settle their differences, golden divine power suddenly erupted from his palm, and the Law of Division rushed toward Prometheus without hesitation.

The biggest difference between Cronus and Uranus is that Cronus was truly driven to the bottom and experienced neglect and contempt, so he never cared about dignity.

Uranus was a born ruler, so he was arrogant and conceited, and his inherent pride could never be erased.

But Cronus is cunning and treacherous, only caring about the power and authority he holds, because in his view, only by possessing these can he become a master that others fear and respect.

Therefore, compared to Cronus's divine authority, Uranus's most cherished sense of face was nothing more than fleeting smoke to him.

He only cares about results, and he will stop at nothing to achieve them.

His sudden sneak attack caused all the gods in the underworld who were watching the battle to change their expressions drastically.

No one expected that the mighty God-King would resort to a sneak attack when facing an enemy far weaker than himself!

Gaia was about to rush out of the underworld, but it was too late. Cronus's actions were too sudden, giving no one time to react.

Including Prometheus.

The golden light flashed through the void and disappeared in an instant, appearing on the back of Prometheus's neck the next moment.

Precise, deadly, and without warning.

Hit.

Cronus's lips curled up slightly, his eyes filled with the exhilarating satisfaction of finally getting revenge.

He had cared about Prometheus for so many years, and now he could finally deal with him completely.

In this world, no one will ever be able to stop His divine authority from being eternal!

In the underworld, countless gods watched this scene and were all plunged into despair. Gaia even closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

It's over, it's all over.

No one expected that Cronus, the king of the gods, would be so shameless. Prometheus was careless!

Just as Cronus was overjoyed and everyone was in despair, a faint sigh echoed throughout the world.

The voice carried a hint of helplessness, like an adult facing the pranks of a mischievous child.

Cronus's pupils contracted sharply, staring in horror at the white figure before him. He saw Prometheus slowly turn around, and the aura emanating from him—

It hasn't weakened at all!

But it was clear that the Law of Division struck Prometheus! Moreover, the timing and speed of the attack were perfect, giving Prometheus no chance to dodge.

But if Prometheus didn't dodge, it can only mean that the law of division has failed!

"How is this possible?!" Cronus blurted out, his eyes wide with a rare display of disbelief. "How could it not work?!"

Since mastering the Law of Division, Cronus has been invincible, with the Titans suffering all their wrath and even the entire world being forcibly divided into its own forces.

But now, facing a mere prophet god, this dividing authority, which can be called the strongest law, has actually failed!

What exactly happened?

"Cronus, after all these years, you are still as naive as ever."

As Prometheus spoke, he shook his head, his gaze filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were looking at a stubborn fool.

"Now that you've come here today, I'll give you another prophecy."

"Cronus, you are cruel and tyrannical, you have violated the laws of procreation, and you have dragged the entire world into catastrophe because of your own selfish desires."

"I, Prometheus, proclaim in the name of the prophet!"

"In the not-too-distant future, your dynasty will be destroyed, your theocratic power will be replaced, you will be defeated by your children, and that abyss where the sun never rises will be your final fate!"

The voice of the white-clad youth resounded throughout the world, causing the waters of the River Styx to boil. The power of the oath swept across the land, and the laws of the entire world resonated with it.

Kronos felt that damned feeling of being bound by fate and unable to break free return, and his face looked uglier than ever before.

But Prometheus was indeed looking at him, calmly uttering these words that could only be described as a curse: "You gain power through cruelty, and you will lose everything because of cruelty."

"Your father, the tyrannical Lord of the heavens Uranus, lost everything in the same way, and the words I gave to Uranus are now given to you."

At this point, Prometheus paused, a mocking glint in his eyes. He spoke coldly, enunciating each word clearly: "Those who rise by this will also perish by this!"

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