Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

The evening breeze gently stirred Kanas's long, silver hair, making his already androgynous and delicate appearance appear even more fragile and vulnerable.

Under the expectant and comforting gaze of the woman, Kanas's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes, filled with moonlight, drooped, and her shoulders relaxed slightly, revealing a vulnerable and bewildered demeanor.

He had none of the imposing aura of a god-king; instead, he resembled a weak god defeated by fate, powerless to resist, gentle and obedient.

"Actually, I've seen how good you've been to me."

Kanas spoke softly, his voice gentle and warm, with a hint of timidity. The last syllable trailed off, giving him a fragile and endearing quality that instantly made him appear delicate and vulnerable.

But to Prometheus and Metis, who were watching from the sidelines, the phrase "tease-like" perfectly described Kanas at this moment.

Kanas slightly raised his eyes, his light silver pupils clear and filled with trepidation and unease.

"But I don't want your strength and interests to be harmed because of my own reasons."

As these gentle and obedient words fell, Wu, who had just finished making arrangements, stopped in his tracks instantly.

She, who is usually calm, reserved, and composed, was instantly softened to the core.

He couldn't stand seeing someone as gentle and pure as Kanas fall into self-denial.

In His eyes, Kanas was gentle and kind, so clean that he was almost holy.

Such a beautiful existence deserves to be cherished.

Lu's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to grab Kanas's sleeve, but fearing she might offend him, she could only hover awkwardly in mid-air, urgently reassuring him:

No! Absolutely not!

The girl's tone was urgent and earnest, her eyes filled with a stubborn protectiveness:

"We wanted to help you willingly; it has nothing to do with you! Please don't overthink it, and don't blame yourself!"

Upon hearing this, a faint glint flashed in Kanas's eyes, so quick that no one noticed.

On the surface, he still looked broken and vulnerable. He gently bit his lower lip, his brows furrowed, and a faint sense of grievance emanated from him.

Her natural voice grew even softer, tinged with a hint of caution, as she tentatively spoke:

"But... the God-King is so majestic, ruling over all gods, and making decisive decisions."

"I am but a nameless minor god. If I rashly accompany you back to 52Gat tomorrow to meet the God-King... what if His Majesty thinks I have ulterior motives, am seeking blessings, or harbor ill intentions, and blames me for it?"

He subtly revealed a hint of fear, his fingertips slightly curled, his posture obedient:

"I don't really care."

"After obtaining the [Silver Moon] Divine Status, I had already accepted this fate."

"Such is fate, and even the gods cannot defy it."

"But my only worry is that I might implicate you and Wu."

"If this causes you to be reprimanded by the God-King, then... I really don't know how to make amends!"

His voice was gentle, every word was sensible, and every sentence was humble.

His words were full of consideration for the fog and dew, concern for them, and placed Himself in the most humble position.

But inside, Canas's thoughts had already gone through countless twists and turns.

He understands human nature too well, and he also understands the favoritism and protection that gods show when they are in a state of ecstasy.

The more sensible, yielding, and considerate they are, the more they touch the softest spot in their hearts, making them feel even more sorry for them and protect them even more.

At the same time, this subtle display of weakness, seemingly understated, lays an excellent foundation for his future encounter with Baal.

He positioned himself in advance as “weak, innocent, inferior, and harmless,” anticipating all potential dangers.

Even if Baal harbors suspicion and doubts about Him in the future, with the protection and explanation of Fog and Dew, coupled with the weak persona He has cultivated in advance, all suspicion and doubt will become mere fuss over nothing and bullying of the weak.

He showed weakness, fear, humility, and consideration for Baal's daughter in every way.

Such a sensible, obedient, and gentle deity could not possibly be an enemy or invader with ulterior motives, plotting to overthrow Canaan.

as predicted.

The moment Kanas finished speaking, Wu's heart softened completely. Her usually cool and aloof expression softened with tender warmth as she stepped forward and gently comforted him:

No, it won't.

"The Father God is discerning, has a broad mind, and is by no means an inhuman God."

"Besides, this was something we requested ourselves, it has nothing to do with you, and we will never blame you for it."

"You don't need to feel inferior, nor do you need to be afraid. We've got you covered."

Lu nodded vigorously, her small face full of unwavering protectiveness, and spoke with absolute confidence:

"That's right! Don't worry! With me and your sister here, Father God will definitely not make things difficult for you! We'll protect you from anyone who dares to speak ill of you!"

"And you may not know this, but the Father and Mother Goddess love us the most. Whenever we make a request, no matter how big, they will try their best to fulfill it, let alone just give you a blessing."

Seeing the two girls' innocent and unguarded demeanor as they wholeheartedly protected him, Kanas felt a slight stirring in his heart.

His conscience was condemning him.

He deceived two innocent girls who loved him and took advantage of their feelings.

He seems... a bit too inhuman.

However, this feeling quickly disappeared.

He is the god-king of the world of Chaos, responsible for the life of the entire heaven and earth.

If we can conquer the Canaan world this time, it will undoubtedly be of great help to the Chaos world.

"That's good."

He nodded slightly, his tone still unbelievably obedient:

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

"I will obey and go north with you tomorrow. I will not cause any trouble or trouble, and I will quietly await His Majesty the God-King's decision."

"Whatever the outcome, I will accept it."

Kanas appeared completely submissive, docile, and harmless.

He perfectly embodied the essence of the word "tea".

On a distant street corner, Metis and Prometheus witnessed this scene. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with undisguised laughter.

If they weren't afraid of Kanas's future revenge, they swore they would have used something with a photographic function to preserve this moment.

If they could replicate this scene and mass-produce it...

They're estimated to become the richest people in the entire Chaos world!

After all, who wouldn't want to see the usually proud and majestic God-King turn into a soft, cute, and delicate effeminate man?

Ahem, let's get back to the main topic!

Kanas's seemingly weak and delicate deception dealt a devastating blow to Mist and Dew.

With just a gentle and fragile appearance and a few soft, sensible words, he won over the two most favored goddesses of the Canaanite world, who were willing to run for him, give for him, protect him, and even confront the god-king Baal himself for him.

Prometheus chuckled softly, his tone full of emotion:

"This isn't a honey trap... this is practically turning them to their side."

Metis's eyes gleamed slightly as he softly replied:

"You're absolutely right. If the God-King were to ask Mist and Dew to raise the banner of rebellion now, I doubt they would refuse on the spot."