Greece: I am the master of destiny!

As Prometheus finished speaking, the entire mountain fell silent.

The expressions of the twelve original gods were all quite interesting, with the exception of Cronus, the other gods all looking like they had survived a calamity.

Cronus... He was completely stunned at this moment.

He was always the most resourceful of the twelve original gods, and because he was the weakest in terms of divine power, he never attracted much attention.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Him. He felt a chill spread from the bottom of his heart, instantly invading his limbs and bones. Cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking his clothes in the blink of an eye.

He could clearly sense that along with Prometheus's voice came an irresistible aura that locked him firmly in place.

That was the aura of destiny.

It is a power that all the gods conceived by Chaos would find extremely difficult to contend with.

This means that He will definitely do this in the future.

What's even more terrifying is that Uranus must have also sensed this preordained divine revelation.

Cronus looked up in a daze and met the cold gaze of the God-King, seeing the undisguised killing intent in the God-King's eyes.

Cronus's legs went weak instantly, and he collapsed to his knees, crying out in a trembling voice, "Father... I..."

He wanted to explain, he wanted to beg for mercy, but all the words were on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't say them.

Even if He had absolutely no intention of rebellion at this moment, and dared not have the slightest ambition for the supreme position of God-King, it was all useless.

Faced with the clear instructions of fate, all words are too pale, all explanations and struggles seem utterly futile. At this moment, Cronus clearly understood...

I'm done.

He did not know that the so-called aura of destiny was not brought about by prophecy, but rather...

Prometheus quietly withdrew the Law of Fate hidden within the Law of the Prophet, and the two laws were intertwined and inseparable, with no one knowing the secret behind it.

His task was complete, swift and decisive, effectively shutting down all of Cronus's excuses and sophistry. Next—

It all depends on the God-King.

Uranus's expression gradually changed from initial surprise to a blank expression.

He looked coldly at his youngest son, a child he had never doubted, his heart filled with surging anger and murderous intent.

Although he couldn't understand how someone with no offensive power and only low-level divine power could fight against him.

But fate had now clearly shown Uranus that this very person would be the one to turn against him in the future.

"It was you..."

Uranus spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice so somber it was almost dripping with water, and the power of creation emanating from him erupted without restraint at this moment.

The terrifying sense of oppression made it incredibly difficult for the first generation of gods to even breathe.

Sensing the King of Gods' wrath, the gods immediately knelt down and bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Even the slightest aftershock of its power nearly terrified the gods, let alone Cronus, whom Uranus was primarily targeting.

At this moment, the god of creation and harvest was unable to speak. He knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

Uranus, however, was unwilling to waste any more words and raised his hand to completely suppress his young son.

Just as His creative power was about to erupt, a figure pounced from the side and grabbed His raised hand tightly.

"No, no!"

The newcomer raised her head, revealing a face streaked with tears. It was none other than the great Earth Mother Goddess, mother of Cronus, and queen of the gods, Gaia.

Seeing this, Cronus, as if a dying man had seen his last straw, rushed to Gaia's feet and cried out, "Mother Goddess, save me!"

The desperate cries gripped Gaia's heart tightly, fueling her rage.

"Uranus, you can't do this!" Gaia shouted angrily, "You've already killed one of my children, are you going to kill another?"

But when faced with the Earth Mother's obstruction, Uranus simply flung his hand, and Gaia instantly fell to the ground.

"I will not kill Him," the God-King said coldly, looking down at him. "But He has harbored rebellious intentions and must be punished!"

Having said that, He ignored Gaia and turned back to Cronus, His majestic voice resounding throughout the earth:

"In the name of the King of Gods, I declare Cronus, the god of creation and harvest, guilty. With the might of the King of Gods, I divide his essence into four parts, casting them into the abyss, the sea, and the earth, never to be restored!"

As His words fell, the laws of the universe hummed in response to the God-King's command.

That powerful force of creation forcibly split Cronus's primordial power into four parts, which were then merged into the depths of Tartarus, the Eternal Sea, and the earth.

From then on, even in the abyss, the seabed, and the depths of the earth, life will continue to be born, nourished by the very source of creation and abundance.

This also means that Cronus has forever lost these origins.

Cronus suffered such a severe blow that the entire god collapsed instantly. The pain of having his essence severed caused him to let out a miserable wail, as if the entire god had been forcibly shredded.

His aura was visibly weakening, and his divine power level was dropping rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, He plummeted from a powerful deity to a weak one, becoming the weakest god in the world, almost losing even his human form.

If Cronus were a material god like Uriah, Uranus would have ruthlessly erased his personality and consciousness, completely "killing" him and leaving only his physical form, just as he had done with Uriah.

But Cronus is the god of laws, and laws cannot be extinguished. Moreover, if this world were to lose its creation and harvest, it would return to a state of lifelessness.

The world needed this law, so Uranus chose this method.

But His merciless cutting made Cronus wish he were dead.

Hearing her infant son's cries of agony, Gaia, the Earth Mother, felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She glared angrily at Uranus, as if he were not her former beloved, but her mortal enemy.

Prometheus sighed inwardly. At the time of Uranus's coronation, his relationship with Gaia was still very strong, but now…

I'm afraid they're going to become enemies.

The other gods watched helplessly as Cronus was dismembered before their eyes, too terrified to even lift their heads, trembling with fear.

But Uranus was unmoved. Watching the gods tremble before his majesty, he even felt a sense of pleasure and pride, which satisfied his arrogant divinity.

He looked at his children and said in a voice full of contempt and sarcasm, "You really are my obedient children."

"To reward your obedience, I have decided to bestow upon you the name Titan. From this day forward, you will be the Twelve Titans, and your descendants will be the Titan race."

Titan means "those who are tense" or "those who tremble." Uranus was mocking the gods for their pathetic performance before him, implying that they were twelve cowards.

The gods could not bear it; how shameful and humiliating it was for a dignified deity to be given the title of coward.

But looking at Uranus's towering figure and Cronus's tragic end, they couldn't muster even the slightest desire to resist.

Having dealt with the prophesied knife-wielder, the shadow in his heart that had lingered for years was swept away. This arrogant and all-powerful Heavenly Father, who rules over everything in the universe, is now at the height of his arrogance, filled with absolute conceit.

He even felt that no one could stop him from becoming the eternal ruler!