Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"Damn it, I can't reclaim my original self!"

On the sacred mountain, Cronus angrily overturned the stone table in front of him, while Rhea, the goddess of time, watched him with great concern.

"There's no need to rush. After all, it was Uranus, the Lord of the Heavens, who used his power of creation to make the cut. It's definitely not that simple."

"Damn it, is it really true that I can only reclaim my severed origin once the world fully accepts me?"

Cronus spoke with some irritation, raising his hand to look at his own power. He had only just become the King of Gods, and although he had the support of the Titans, the world did not have a high degree of recognition of him.

If no one challenges Him, He will remain in this position for at least another five hundred years before He obtains the full power of creation.

This time cannot be shortened unless He does something beneficial for the world.

For the gods of today, a hundred years is but a blink of an eye, and five hundred years is not too long. Cronus was not in a hurry at first, until he personally experienced death in the underworld.

That feeling was terrifying—endless darkness, eternal disappearance—it was a torture far more cruel than imprisonment, as if His law had never existed!

Prometheus had become so powerful that he had even broken the world's ironclad law that the laws could not be destroyed, which made Cronus anxious.

The throne of the gods that He had forcibly seized while Prometheus was fighting against Uranus suddenly became incredibly hot to the touch, as if Prometheus might snatch it away at any moment.

And He, Cronus, was helpless in this matter. He was clearly the king of gods, yet he was so weak that he seemed to be bullied by anyone.

The feeling of powerlessness that once made him the weakest god swept over him again, how could Cronus accept this?

He needs to become stronger, and immediately!

Rhea saw His anxiety, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could only resent Prometheus in her heart.

"Earth Mother Goddess, has Her Highness Gaia left?"

Kronos took a deep breath, forcing himself to shift his attention, and asked.

"She's gone," Rhea said, a hint of worry in her eyes. "She looked very angry."

There's nothing you can do about being angry.

A shadow crossed Cronus's eyes: "How could I possibly release the Cyclops and the Hundred-Handed Giant? Any one of those six giants could easily drag me down from my position as the King of Gods!"

"But if we offend the Mother Goddess like this, will we be unable to have offspring?" Rhea was still somewhat uneasy.

"Impossible," Kronos said decisively. "She cannot defy her own laws, no matter how angry she is."

"Unless we violate the laws of reproduction, Mother Earth has no reason to attack us. But why would we violate the laws of reproduction? It's simply impossible, so there's no need to worry about Gaia."

"Speaking of which, Rhea, my goddess, we really need to work harder, otherwise when will we ever have children?"

As Cronus spoke, his expression visibly relaxed considerably when he mentioned his descendants.

Having offspring is the only way Cronus has come up with to enhance himself.

There was no way around it; His origin was beyond comprehension until He fully grasped the complete power of the God-King.

However, the complete power of the God-King requires the world's full recognition, which will take at least five hundred years. Nothing can be accomplished quickly.

With His current weak divine power, it's unlikely that He can recruit several powerful subordinate gods, since they simply don't respect Him as the god-king. So, He can only reproduce on His own.

Fortunately, Rhea became His queen goddess and was devoted to Him, willing to bear children with Him, thus avoiding the embarrassment of Him not being able to find a goddess to have children.

Rhea's expression softened upon hearing this.

Faced with Cronus's straightforward confession, she lowered her head shyly, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

I wonder what the law will be for her and Cronus's first child?

Regardless of the laws or whether the child is strong or weak, Rhea will love this child dearly.

Because this is proof of her and Cronus's love.

Thinking this, Rhea's expression softened even more.

Just as the King and Queen of the Gods were pondering the matter of having children atop the sacred mountain, Prometheus, led by the goddess of victory, Nicolaes the Younger, finally arrived at the vast ocean.

He was then warmly welcomed by Oceanus, the god of the ocean, and Tethys, the goddess of the sea.

"Prometheus, my child, you are so excellent, you bring so much honor to our ocean."

Oceanus patted Prometheus on the shoulder with a smile, looking at him with great satisfaction.

Tethys also looked at her with a gentle expression, as if she were looking at her beloved junior.

"Your Highness Oceanus, Your Highness Tethys, you are too kind. But I wonder what has happened in the ocean that summoned me here?" Prometheus asked, feigning ignorance.

Oceanus and Tethys exchanged a glance, both seeing affirmation in each other's eyes.

Then Oceanus adopted a sorrowful expression and said, "Come with me."

Then He led Prometheus to the place where the ocean meets the sea, in the deepest part of the ocean, where a powerful force was constantly creating ripples in the water.

That was the most masculine power that was cut off from Uranus, and it was also a symbol of His patriarchal authority.

The ocean and the open sea used all the yin and gentleness of water to neutralize this yang energy and slow down its violent and restless power.

Moreover, the divine blood that dripped when Uranus was cut in half contained endless tyranny and resentment. It eventually fell to the earth and, under the nurturing of Gaia, the earth mother goddess, transformed into three vengeful goddesses who would later strike fear into the hearts of all—Erinyes.

They are stern deities who govern punishment and revenge, and they hunt down those who commit serious crimes, especially those who betray their loved ones.

Besides the goddess of vengeance, the Gigantes were also born from the drops of blood.

These powerful and bizarre giants, born from blood, later engaged in the earth-shattering "Battle of the Giants" with the Olympian gods.

Finally, some blood happened to fall onto the ash tree, thus giving birth to the ash nymph (Meliae).

They are forest fairies who protect the ash trees.

These are the "legacy" left by Uranus, but neither the Nemesis nor the Giants have the power of this thing.

Looking at the blood-red foam that had completely dissolved into the water but was constantly churning due to energy fluctuations, Prometheus had a sudden realization.

He was right; these blood-red bubbles before him were the future Aphrodite, that is—

Goddess of love, desire, and beauty.