Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"The twelve Titans might not be willing to fight against the God-King unless they are driven to desperation. The fear that the God-King has instilled in them is already etched into their very bones."

"They haven't been pushed to the limit yet, but there is one god who has reached a dead end, so... there will definitely be a god who will grasp that scythe."

The man's resolute voice still echoed in her ears as Hecate looked meaningfully at the scene Gaia was displaying.

In the scene, Cronus, who had been isolated by the gods and almost never spoke, standing out like an invisible god, stepped forward, tightly gripping his scythe.

The gods were all stunned, staring at their youngest brother, the weakest of them all, whose very essence had been divided into three parts by the god-king Uranus.

Since that divine feast, Cronus has been left with only the power of a lesser god, and this primal injury can never be healed.

He became the weakest god in the entire world, without exception.

Although the other Titans didn't say anything, they subconsciously ignored Cronus when there was anything that needed to be discussed.

Their subtle isolation rendered Cronus's title as one of the twelve Titans completely meaningless.

Cronus never said much, because he knew that weakness was the original sin.

But His lack of resistance does not mean He does not hate.

Unlike other Titans who still had a way out, Cronus had absolutely no way out.

He was already a complete traitor to Uranus, and as long as Uranus was alive, he would never have a chance to turn things around.

Since that's the case, then He will seize this only opportunity and rebel completely!

Therefore, He still has a glimmer of hope.

Gripping the scythe tightly in his hand, feeling the pervasive life force, Cronus cried out, "Mother Goddess! I am willing to be the one who wields the scythe!"

The gods were more than surprised to see that it was He who ultimately stepped forward.

Before Gaia could say anything, the impatient Iapetus spoke first.

"Cronus, do you know what you're saying? You are now the weakest god in the entire world, and you dare to wield a scythe and attack Uranus? That's the king of gods, Uranus! Isn't this courting death?!"

"There is absolutely no chance of winning," Hyperion said. "Let's change the god."

The arrogant sun god didn't even bother to explain why; he simply reprimanded him.

The other gods also looked rather grim, whispering among themselves, but Cronus didn't even glance at them, simply waiting for the Earth Mother's response.

Gaia frowned, also feeling that something was amiss.

Gaia didn't despise her child for being weak; she simply felt that Uranus was too powerful. What if Cronus couldn't harm the King of Gods?

Wouldn't that ruin the plan?

Thinking of this, Gaia couldn't help but ask, "Are there any other gods willing?"

Upon hearing this response, Cronus's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and quietly awaited the gods' decision, though in his hand he still gripped the scythe tightly.

It was as if they had grasped at the last straw.

As Hecate watched Cronus's actions, Prometheus's words echoed in her mind once more:

"When fear is suppressed to its deepest level, it becomes a terrifying courage to disregard everything."

That is the case with Cronus today.

It seems that his master once again foresaw the current situation, which is why he was so certain that someone would wield the sickle.

Even Cronus's current desperate situation stems from Prometheus's arrangement.

Thinking of this, Hecate narrowed her eyes.

Epimetheus, the god of hindsight, was right; Hecate was not a simple god.

She knew how to plunder even before she was born, forcibly "devouring" her twin brother who was not a god of law, and in the many years she could not be born, she tried every means to strengthen herself.

Thus, she was born with powerful, mid-level divine strength.

This is even more powerful than some of the original twelve Titans! And it far surpasses her mother!

Such a powerful goddess, who also possessed the laws to weave destiny, Hecate was incredibly proud. Even before she was born, she was already able to influence the gods around her.

Until that man appeared.

Although Hecate was not yet born at that time, she was already able to influence her weak mother, Asteria.

When Prometheus arrived, Hecate could have persuaded Asteria to refuse her birth.

But she didn't.

She even actively influenced Asteria, leading her to say that she would offer herself to Prometheus as a god.

Simply because this man was a strange one she had never seen before.

Hecate can weave destiny, and naturally she can also see the destiny of others.

Even as powerful as the first Titan, Asteria's parents, Phoebe and Coeus, Hecate could see the threads of fate woven into their bodies.

It could even be said that she could see the threads on the bodies of the God King and God Queen.

However, due to differences in their own strength, these threads varied in power, and Hecate could only weave a limited number of them.

But she could not see the threads of Prometheus's destiny.

To be precise, there isn't one at all.

The life thread represents the life of a god; without the life thread, it means that the god does not exist at all, symbolizing nothingness.

But Prometheus not only exists, but he also exudes a similar sense of destiny.

Hecate didn't know what this meant, but the laws of fate told her that this was her chance.

So she decided to take the gamble without hesitation.

Even if it means becoming the other person's follower, you must be completely bound to them, see what kind of person this man really is, and what the opportunity foreshadowed by the laws of your destiny truly represents.

Even though she became Prometheus's attendant, she felt more curiosity than respect for the man, so she often made teasing jokes.

As mentioned earlier, Hecate is a proud goddess, while Prometheus is ultimately just a powerful god of low rank, weaker than her. So how could Hecate possibly respect him?

But now, Hecate, seeing Cronus forced into a corner and forced to follow Prometheus's script, suddenly felt that Prometheus might not be as simple as she thought.

Silently channeling the power of the laws, she looked closely and saw the incredibly dim threads of fate on Kronos's body.

The somber color signifies that His fate has been altered for some reason, and the overall somberness of the silk thread indicates that His entire life has been affected, resulting in mediocrity and inaction.

A god who can't cause any major trouble.

Having made her own conclusion, Hecate was about to look away when she saw something extraordinary on the threads of fate.

This Cronus is actually a god-king destined for heaven!

Hecate's eyes widened instantly, and she even doubted that she was seeing things. But after looking at it repeatedly, she finally confirmed that she was not mistaken. This guy was the destined God-King!

But here's the question: how did the God-King become synonymous with "mediocrity and inaction"?

The title "God-King" inherently represents absolute power and strength! Standing in this position, even someone as violent as Uranus could never be mediocre or inactive!

What did Prometheus do to cause such a drastic change in Cronus's fate?

And all of this seems to be because Cronus once spoke ill of Him to other gods...

Hecate recalled her previous disdain for Prometheus and the jokes she had made, and couldn't help but shiver slowly.