Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Chapter 105 The Brutal God King Refines the World

Three years after Cronus obtained the Law of Division, the entire world fell into desolation.

The gods either fled to the underworld or were fragmented into worthless pieces. Without the protection of laws, the world quickly became desolate and ruined.

This is a major drawback of the partitioning rule.

It can only be divided; it cannot grant Cronus the ability to use this law. It merely enhances divine power.

In the original timeline, Zeus created a divine authority that governs all things, perfectly solving the problem of the fragmented laws being unable to be absorbed or utilized, since they could be directly controlled through a medium.

But Cronus cannot do that.

Because the law of division ultimately belongs to Zeus, not to the sleeve. It only gained the right to use it because it devoured Zeus, but it cannot utilize it in detail.

However, Cronus didn't care. He didn't need those messy laws; all he wanted was pure power and to weaken the gods.

Given this ebb and flow, He did not believe that any other god could shake His rule.

His power at this moment far surpasses that of Uranus in the past; this is the benefit he gained after devouring the cursed child.

This made Him even more pleased with Hades.

During those three years, due to excessive plundering, the gods deeply resented Him, and only Hades remained by His side, demonstrating absolute loyalty.

But He still did not trust Hades.

Because He had not forgotten that Hades was also His child, and the curse said that He was destined to be overthrown by His own child.

Despite his satisfaction, Hades remained cautious, so most of the time he had no idea what Cronus was doing.

This also made Prometheus feel uneasy.

He always felt that Cronus wouldn't let them off so easily.

Given Cronus's character, it was impossible for him to allow the underworld to exist, nor could he allow Prometheus to remain hidden there indefinitely.

But what will Cronus do?

Prometheus, whose prophetic abilities were blocked, was also somewhat confused. He could only summon the gods of the underworld and give them detailed instructions one by one.

Oceanus and Tethys, in particular, paid special attention to this and repeatedly warned that the underworld must not be left and must not act on its own.

Oceanus was completely baffled by this.

The straightforward Oceanus even felt that Prometheus, as the god of prophecy, was being far too cautious and tense, especially given his possession of the underworld.

Tethys felt the same way. Although the ocean couple didn't say anything, Prometheus still sensed their indifference.

However, Prometheus could not lock them up, since there were many gods in the underworld now, and locking them up would make the other gods uneasy.

Furthermore, they were Metis's parents after all, and they should give this goddess of wisdom some face.

So Prometheus then summoned Metis, instructing this wise goddess of wisdom who knew her limits to keep an eye on the Oceanids and ensure they did not leave the Underworld.

Not content with that, Prometheus also instructed Styx, who guarded the entrance to the underworld, to absolutely not let any god out.

Once everything was ready, Prometheus began to study how to deal with Cronus.

The solution was devised by Him and Metis, the goddess of wisdom, and it was the method that Zeus would have originally used.

That was a kind of extremely sweet mead that Metis extracted from the vast primordial waters. As long as one drank it, one could induce vomiting, thus releasing all the gods that Cronus had swallowed.

Once those five gods are expelled, Cronus will immediately lose most of his power, as well as five formidable laws.

Over the past three years, Metis has successfully brewed this mead. Now the only problem is how to get Cronus to drink it.

Cronus was an extremely cautious person, to the point of being suspicious. He would never easily eat anything of unknown origin, even though he himself loved drinking.

"At that time, we may have no choice but to ask Philyra for help," said Metis, the goddess of wisdom.

If there is anyone in the entire world whom the God-King still has some trust in, and who can get close to serve him, then only that frail ocean fairy remains.

Rhea has been completely rejected and can no longer even see Cronus.

However, getting Philura's help is not easy, because Philura is too weak and it is difficult for her to hide her actions under the God King's nose. Moreover, she is timid and may not be willing to take action against the God King.

Just as this situation reached a stalemate, Cronus, on the high seas, was instructing his centaur son Chiron: "You know what to do, right?"

Chiron, with his centaur head and horse body, uneasily stuck out his hooves and whispered, "Understood, Father God. I will go to the underworld to see Oceanus, the god of the ocean, and tell him about the loss of the Oceanids, but—"

Chiron paused here, his face full of hesitation: "How can I make Him believe me?"

Cronus looked at him with surprise and asked, "Why do you need Him to believe you? You just need to inform Him."

Chiron was stunned. Before he could react to what those words meant, Cronus had already raised his hand.

The movement was extremely casual, but the moment he spread his five fingers, the sky darkened in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot out from Kronos's palm and pierced straight into the depths of the ocean, causing the entire sea area to tremble violently, as if something on the seabed was being uprooted.

Chiron's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that the golden light was like a boundless net, rapidly spreading along the direction of the ocean current, piercing through the seawater...

It pierced through reefs, corals, and seaweed, precisely entangling every creature swimming in the sea.

Those figures had long, wavy hair, skin as smooth as seashells, and faces more radiant than pearls—they were ocean goddesses, daughters of Oceanus and Tethys, guardians of countless rivers and springs.

They didn't even know what had happened.

A goddess who was combing seaweed in the shallow sea was the first to feel that power. She only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before her whole body was suddenly lifted out of the sea as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Her long hair was still dripping wet, and her fingertips were still entwined with unfinished emerald green water plants. Her bright blue eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out her father's name, but before she could utter a sound, the golden light suddenly tightened.

"No--!"

Chiron screamed, but it was too late.

The goddess's body shattered in the golden light, like a crushed pearl, turning into countless tiny specks of light that fluttered and fell into the sea.

The seawater swallowed those points of light, leaving not a trace.

And this is just the beginning.

One after another, splashes of water erupted on the sea surface as each Ocean Goddess was dragged out of her hiding place by that golden force.

Screams echoed across the entire ocean.

Some goddesses vanished into bubbles amidst screams, some were crushed into dust while struggling, and some swam desperately toward the deep sea, but the golden light was faster than them, piercing through their bodies before they could swim even half an inch.

Their blood stained large swathes of seawater crimson. Chiron stood frozen in place, his four legs seemingly nailed to the surface of the sea, unable to move an inch.

He watched helplessly as his beautiful and gentle sisters vanished one by one, their screams piercing his ears like countless needles.

He trembled all over, something was swirling in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

He could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

When the last golden light on the sea surface dissipated, the ocean was eerily quiet.

The crimson seawater continues to spread slowly, the waves still surge, and the sea breeze still blows, but those figures who once played and laughed among the waves are gone forever.

Cronus lowered his hand, as if he had done something trivial.

He turned around, looked at Chiron, whose body was already stiff, and smiled gently.

That smile was no different from the smile a father would give his son.

If it weren't for the lingering red blood mist from the thousands of goddesses still floating on the sea behind him, Chiron would have almost thought that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

"Now you can go and inform them."

Cronus spoke casually, even reaching out to smooth Chiron's mane, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze, his gesture carrying a touch of nonchalant affection.

Chiron opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

As He looked at the God-King before Him, His Father, the one to whom He was loyal, He felt for the first time a bone-chilling coldness creep up from the base of His spine to the back of His head.