Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Hecate felt as if she had discovered a remarkable secret about her master.

After careful consideration, she decided to keep the matter to herself to avoid trouble from her master later.

Not only that, she also deeply reflected on her attitude towards Prometheus and silently put away all her contempt.

Hecate dared not provoke someone who could turn even the future God-King into a cripple.

But... how could someone who seems so kind do something like this?

They really hid it so well! Thinking about it, it's really...exciting!

Only a god like her is worthy of being her master!

With excitement gradually rising in her eyes, Hecate looked at the scene Gaia had conjured and became even more expectant.

Although Cronus has been rendered useless by his influence, if he were to become the king of the gods, his master would surely face retribution.

After all, becoming the God-King would grant him the blessing of the world's will and the power of creation. Even if Cronus is weak now, he would not be to be underestimated at that time.

Now, it is clear that whoever steps forward to confront Uranus will become the new king of the gods.

Prometheus's previous prophecy led to Cronus being driven to the brink of despair, forcing him to step forward now. Does this mean that Prometheus was also preparing to make him the new king of the gods, and that he was the destined king of the gods?

How did Prometheus consider the possibility of future retaliation from Cronus?

Why did He choose Cronus to be the king of the gods? Was it His destiny, or was it for some other reason?

If it was simply because Cronus was destined to be so, it shouldn't have been a difficult problem for Prometheus, right? He changed what was destined!

So why is that?

Hecate licked her lips and watched with anticipation.

The other gods, in the end, did not have the courage to face Uranus.

No matter how much Gaia encouraged her, it was no use.

In the end, only Cronus dared to grasp the scythe.

Cronus was even more resolute, showing no hesitation whatsoever; it was as if his desire to fight Uranus was written all over his face!

Now, neither the Twelve Titans nor Gaia could deny that Cronus was the one who wielded the sword.

As a result, some sarcastic and cynical remarks naturally emerged.

"It seems Prometheus's prophecy was indeed correct; you are the one destined to betray the King of Gods," said Hyperion, the sun god.

"It's all your fault that everyone is tormented by the Father God, Cronus. You have truly brought shame upon this world." Iapetus also snorted coldly, finding nothing but dislike for Cronus.

The other gods frowned upon hearing this, and although they didn't say anything, their gazes toward Cronus were quite complex.

The gods' thinking was simple: the reason they were now in such a miserable state of fighting against Uranus was because of that prophecy.

Uranus realized that someone would turn against him, which is why his personality became twisted and he began to torment everyone.

In other words, it was because Cronus harbored rebellious intentions that they were forced onto such a dangerous path.

Now that they are completely uncertain about how to fight the powerful Uranus, they naturally resent Cronus and even feel that everything would be different without him.

Uranus might not have tormented the gods, nor would he have prevented them from procreation. The world might have developed peacefully, with everyone living in harmony and building the world together.

But all this beauty was ruined by that traitor Cronus!

"If only we had believed in Prometheus back then, things wouldn't have come to this," sighed Coeus, the god of foresight. Many gods nodded in agreement at his words.

If they had been willing to trust Prometheus and examined each of the twelve Titans one by one, and eventually discovered that only Cronus was the swordsman among the twelve Titans, then perhaps only Cronus would have been dealt with, and the rest of them would have been safe.

"It's all because of some guy who stirred us up," said Cronus, the god of the heavens, coldly. "Cronus, you've really got a good plan."

Sensing the resentment of the gods, a fierce glint flashed in Cronus's eyes, but he quickly concealed it as he gripped his scythe tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

We must not rush or get angry. He is too weak right now and needs the help of these guys.

He didn't intend to explain that he had no other choice but to rebel, since no one would believe him anyway.

He simply swore in his heart that once he became the king of the gods, he would suppress all these guys in front of him, including that damned Prometheus!

But before that, He needs to be patient.

Fortunately, after so many years of patience, He has become quite skilled.

Taking a deep breath, Cronus lowered his voice and whispered, "Gentlemen, it's too late to blame anyone now, and even our great Father God wouldn't believe it."

"Things have come to this point. Only by following me and giving it your all will you have a chance of survival. Otherwise, Father God will not let you off the hook."

"Or do you wish to be sealed here forever, living in perpetual fear?"

Cronus accurately grasped the psychological weaknesses of the gods, silencing them with just a few words.

Hecate, who was watching all this, couldn't help but smile.

really.

She knew that Prometheus would not allow Cronus to remain the king of the gods in peace. Although he had only given a few prophecies before, he had now perfectly divided the gods.

In this situation, even if Cronus were to actually take power, it would likely be useless; he would be a mere figurehead.

The fact that a few simple prophecies could achieve this effect is quite interesting. Her master is really something else. She's increasingly curious about Cronus's expression after discovering the truth.

After all... how could someone who could manipulate the gods with just a few prophecies not have other tricks up his sleeve?

Hecate thought this through, growing increasingly excited about what was to come.

"Cronus is right. Now is not the time to blame each other. We must work together with all our might to have any chance of defeating Uranus."

Gaia spoke at this moment, her voice filled with utmost seriousness.

Having calmed the gods, Gaia then turned to her youngest child and asked earnestly, "Cronus, are you ready?"

"This matter may be very dangerous, and we will not be able to succeed without sufficient courage."

"I'm willing to try," Kronos nodded without hesitation, "even if it fails."

Since there was no worse outcome for Him, Cronus was fearless.

"Good, good boy!" Gaia was immediately moved. "Your fearless courage has impressed me greatly. Fate is on our side!"

"But... what should we do?"

Themis spoke, the goddess of order and justice being one of the few gods who remained calm at this moment: "The Father is too powerful; even if we all joined forces, we are no match for Him."

"So we can't force it, but you don't need to worry about that. I've invited the wise god of prophecy, Prometheus, and He will find a way for us!" Gaia said, her voice trembling with excitement.

She was increasingly convinced of Prometheus's abilities, and the Titans, upon hearing that Prometheus would help them, all showed expressions of joy.

Only Cronus, upon hearing the name "Prometheus," had an undisguised hatred in his eyes.

Just you wait, Prometheus! When I become the King of the Gods, I will make you suffer a thousand times more than I am now! I will show you the consequences of offending me!

He was thinking this in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't let anyone find out what he was thinking. But before he could hide it, he was caught in the eyes of a beautiful goddess.

The goddess clearly saw the hatred in His eyes and slowly pursed her lips.