Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"When will I be born?"

Prometheus let out a long, helpless sigh in his heart.

He was curled up in a warm and comfortable space, surrounded by darkness. It was a place that made him feel very safe, like his mother's womb.

Oh, so this is Mom's uterus. It's alright then.

Prometheus had lost count of how long he had been in the womb, because the world was not yet perfect, and time was almost meaningless to the gods.

The good news is that I've been transported to a mythical world and become a second-generation god of high status.

The bad news is that this is Greek mythology, and he has become the famous fire-stealer, the father of mankind, who ultimately met a tragic end, being eternally tormented and imprisoned by Zeus!

Prometheus didn't know if this was good or bad, but he wasn't even born yet, so there was nothing he could do. At most, he could only bully his brother sleeping next door.

It was also a curled-up baby, its eyes slightly closed, its body radiating a faint divine light, looking incredibly holy.

It was Epimetheus, Prometheus' twin brother, who was aware of things only after they had come to know them.

The so-called "hindsight" means knowing everything that happens; nothing in this world can be hidden from Him. This is the god of hindsight.

Prometheus stretched out his small hand and gently placed it on Epimetheus.

A strange and inexplicable light flowed in his pupils, accompanied by a mysterious rhythm. The divine light flowing from Epimetheus slowly came to Prometheus, making his aura even stronger.

Epimetheus seemed to sense something and moved uneasily, but the space here was too small, and he had no way to escape this domineering takeover.

Their actions alerted the body's owner.

That was the gentle and elegant ocean goddess Clymene, whose face was as beautiful as a flower, and whose swollen belly added to her maternal tenderness.

"He's acting up again," Clymene murmured, her eyes filled with gentle tenderness.

"He seems to be a very lively child. I wonder what divine office he will hold. I can already feel the divine power he exudes."

The rugged-looking middle-aged man carefully supported Clymene's waist, his eyes full of expectation.

His name is Iapetus, the god of life and soul, the husband of Clymene, and one of the twelve great first gods.

"I wonder how long it will be before He is born, and whether He will be able to make it in time for the upcoming coronation of the God-King," Clymene said with some anticipation.

The coronation of the god-king was the first and most important step in the chaotic world of Chaos from disorder to order.

This symbolizes that the world is gradually becoming more perfect.

Countless years ago, in the chaotic world of Chaos, five primordial gods were born from a collision. Thus, the world broke free from chaos and came to possess earth, abyss, darkness, and love, which symbolizes life.

With each new god's birth, the divine authority and power they represent become the original order of this world.

The great Mother Earth, Gaia, gave birth to three deities who symbolize the sky, the ocean (the concave earth), and the mountains (the convex earth).

Only then did the world have mountains, rivers, and oceans, and only then did the distinction between heaven and earth come into being.

But this is a completely new world, and all kinds of orders are not yet perfect.

So the Earth Goddess united with her beloved son, Uranus, the god of the sky, and together they gave birth to twelve powerful first-generation gods.

The first generation of gods consisted of six men and six women, who mated with each other and gave birth to even more gods.

Because the goddess had no right of succession at this time, Uranus, as the head of the "patriarchy," the source of all the gods, and the great father, gained the recognition of the Chaos world and received the world's praise for his great power!

He rightfully became the king of the gods!

And soon after, it will be the time for His coronation as God-King!

Without a doubt, this will be an unprecedented event, eagerly anticipated by all the gods.

Clymene looked expectantly at the distant horizon, where the highest mountains on earth were located, and where the land was closest to the sky.

Uranus will condescend there to rule over all living beings on earth as the Lord of the heavens.

"I hope He can be born in time for this grand event, under the blessing of the Father and all the gods," Iapetus said with a smile. "Alright, we should also set off for the sacred mountain."

Clymene nodded gently, a tender smile on his face, and the two walked hand in hand toward the distant sacred mountain.

Prometheus, who had overheard their conversation perfectly, twitched his lips and could only pray silently in his heart.

"Please, don't let it be born under Uranus's nose!"

As an outsider to this world, Prometheus could clearly sense the rejection he received from the world of Chaos.

He was only thankful that the Chaos world itself had no personal consciousness; it was chaos and the world itself, so it wouldn't send a giant hand from the sky to crush him, this little alien insect.

But that vague sense of rejection has prevented Prometheus from being born. He can feel that his divine authority and laws are already complete, but the world is holding him back, preventing him from being born.

But Prometheus now thinks it's better to be born later.

He felt that he, as an outsider, should not linger in front of the God-King, who was recognized by the world.

If the Lord of the Heavens were to discover anything about Prometheus, his fate would likely be extremely tragic.

It's likely that Zeus wouldn't even have a chance to imprison him; Zeus's grandfather, Uranus, would have to deal with him first.

"We still need to get stronger, Epimetheus. Don't blame me, this is how it always is in the struggle for the crown prince position."

Prometheus sighed helplessly in his heart, and placed his other hand on his twin brother Epimetheus, more quickly seizing the divine power from him.

Epimetheus struggled uneasily, but He was too young, without His own consciousness, and could only take and plunder. The divine aura around Him grew increasingly weak.

Correspondingly, the aura of Prometheus grew stronger.

Perhaps because he was a time traveler, not a being of this world, and knew the entire process of Greek mythology, he not only possessed the prophetic laws that Prometheus originally had, but also the divine power to change fate.

Therefore, his true divine function is actually—

The god of fate and prophecy.

But this fate is not fate in the conventional sense; if you break it down carefully, it is actually a branch of fate.

In a world where everything is predetermined, he, as an outsider, is the only variable, and only he can change what was originally set in stone.

Therefore, what he truly represents is the change of fate.

This is exactly the opposite of the laws of a certain predetermined goddess of fate.

However, his current source of destiny was extremely weak, completely overshadowed by the prophet's laws.

But it was this weak source of destiny that made Prometheus realize that he could change the fate of others. So, since he had nothing better to do, he practiced on his brother who lived next door.

He plundered Epimetheus's divine power and stole His rightful resources.

After changing Epimetheus's fate, Prometheus felt that his extremely weak source of destiny seemed to have become slightly stronger.

However, because the changes were so minor, the fundamental nature of destiny was strengthened very little, almost negligible, but it undoubtedly provided a line of thought...

You can become stronger by changing other people's predetermined fate!