Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 916 Why is Zeus so evil?

What the hell?
This brilliant remark stunned Hyperion, who was speaking eloquently.

How can anyone still be competing with Him? Is there really anyone who shares His thoughts?
But then He remembered who Typhon was, the one Clios had mentioned.

"Typhon? How could she have been here? She's dead!"

Hyperion, the demon who had once stood alone atop Mount Olympus, witnessed everything that happened from beyond the heavens.

The weapon that Zeus used to fight against him was indeed very powerful, nurtured by the Mother Goddess. The power of that demon was far inferior to that of Cronus, and it even once defeated Zeus.

Until the other half of Zeus appeared, Zeus's hidden trump card once again turned the tables and killed the demon god nurtured by Gaia.

In Hyperion's view, Typhon and Gaia's failure lay in their arrogance; the Mother Goddess and the weapon were both too arrogant and overconfident.

Without gathering sufficient intelligence or informing or contacting other deities with similar ideas beforehand, they turned a personal battle into a total war.

If they could gain more support and help from more people, they could separate Zeus from his half-body at the start of the war. Even if they couldn't win, they could still cause Zeus even more trouble.

The trouble would make Zeus realize that the power of the Titans was indispensable; perhaps she was very powerful, but she also needed help.

This was Hyperion's idea, and He always thought so. After all, Zeus always acted like a philosopher-king, ruling over the gods and using various means to check and manipulate His power as the king of the gods.

This is not a sign of belittling or disdain; on the contrary, in Hyperion's view, this is what a true god-king should do.

Indulging in the arrogance of power and treating other gods as mere tools will only lead to following in the footsteps of Cronus, gradually becoming a self-centered tyrant, and ultimately being overthrown.

A god-king needs all the gods, and only one who is respected and supported by all the gods is a true god-king.

It's understandable that such a misunderstanding would arise, after all, Hyperion was merely a Titan, a great Titan at the beginning of creation, but he couldn't possibly comprehend what it truly meant for the world to be held by one person.

With this misunderstanding, He intended to use the liberation of Cronus and the other Titans as a pretext to admonish the autocratic king of the gods who was attempting to change the order of the gods.

"Typhon is dead! She can't, and won't, come!"

Knowing what Typhon was like, Hyperion retorted with utter disdain.

"That was a weapon created by the Mother Goddess to fight against Zeus, a weapon that eventually went out of control. How could it possibly do such things?"

“If she really told you these things, then she should have rescued you before attacking Olympus.”

If such powerful allies truly existed, why wouldn't they use them? Or rather, if they were actually used, why would they go through all this trouble?
In that case, Hyperion wouldn't have needed to go through all that trouble; he could have simply demonstrated to Zeus the significance of the Titans to Greece.

"Hmph! How could that be! That guy came to me personally and told me, and I even gave Him the divinity that my children had been erased."

Cleos spoke with absolute certainty, completely oblivious to the problems in his own words.

"You mean, she came to you in person and took away your divinity?"

Iapetus turned his head, his expression indescribable, as did the other two who looked at Cleos.

Crios, however, remained oblivious to what was amiss, and continued to chuckle foolishly.

“Yes, he even asked me if I had any powers or artifacts to lend him to go out and destroy Zeus, but I had nothing but my child.” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at him with strange eyes. Cronus sighed and then said.

“Crios, we are in the abyss of Tartarus. Nothing can leave from here. Hyperion was prepared to abandon this incarnation, just to deliver the message.”

"That guy asked you for things, how can he leave Tartarus with them?"

It's unbelievable that someone would overlook such a simple question and actually get scammed.

Even the mother goddess Gaia would not venture deep into the belly of Tartarus, a bottomless abyss from which there is no escape.

"No, some people have indeed entered the abyss and successfully left."

Hyperion suddenly said that he remembered something from a long time ago.

"In the beginning, Zeus threw his half-body to the ground and grew up as an ordinary human being who had fallen into the abyss due to an accidental death."

"And humans, who were half-Zeus, soon returned from the abyss of death."

Looking back on the rumors that once seemed like a fantasy, they have now been confirmed: the god of love, who was half-Zeus, has indeed left the abyss.

How did he do it? Hyperion doesn't know for now, and can only attribute it to the power of Zeus.

"So I gave all my children to Zeus?"

The chaotic mess of words didn't quite make sense to Crios, but he understood one thing—the one who appeared before him, promising to save them and together overthrow Zeus, was Zeus himself.

Damn it, why is Zeus so evil?
Cliot was furious. His children, unable to withstand the erosion of the abyss, had lost their intelligence. He intended to entrust them to allies who shared his stance and his ambition to oppose Zeus, but instead, he directly sent them to his greatest enemy, Zeus.

Crios was furious. He couldn't imagine what kind of torment his children would suffer if they fell into Zeus's hands.

Cronus was quite helpless with his somewhat dim-witted brother, but there was nothing he could do. Although he was a bit stupid, his loyalty was beyond question, so he had no choice but to accept it.

"So, King of the Titans, would you accept my offer?"

"I will organize the right entities to call you back from this abyss at the right time."

The first thing they faced after being pulled back was war with the Olympian gods.

This last part wasn't said aloud, but everyone understood it; they just didn't say it out loud.

Hyperion's decision to bring them back was not intended for Cronus and the others to immediately begin their journey or flee; rather, it was to call upon them when facing direct warfare.

There was a long silence, and no answer came. But Hyperion was in no hurry. His incarnation was also inseparable from the abyss. He could wait until the very end. In any case, no matter what the answer was, he would call out at the right time.

At that time, we only need to see if Cronus responds.

However, there is no need to worry, because Cronus's choice is already self-evident.

Who can bear nothingness? Who can resist freedom, even if only for a short time?

(End of this chapter)