Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"Revered and great Mother Earth, how can we oppose Father God?"

Deep within the earth, Cronus, scythe in hand, asked without hesitation, "What should I do now?"

Among the twelve Titans, Cronus's determination to rebel against the King of the Gods at this moment surpasses that of any other god.

He knew all too well his current situation; he had been forced into a corner, so he decided to fight back with all his might!

But the problem is...

He is too weak at this moment.

Thanks to that damned prophet, He is now the weakest god in the world, barely able to lift this scythe. He probably could only swing it once even if He fought with all His might.

His opponent was the most powerful god in the world, and in this situation, a direct confrontation would only be suicide.

"Don't worry, Cronus, our great prophet has already figured out what to do."

As Gaia spoke, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Once again, she thought of what Prometheus had said to her not long ago—

"The God King is too powerful; a direct confrontation would be certain defeat, so we can only try to launch a sneak attack."

"And it must be done when He is least prepared, in the most unlikely place, to launch a surprise attack."

Gaia thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out when the God King was least prepared or where a sneak attack was least likely to occur.

When Prometheus uttered four words, Gaia's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had been enlightened.

When she told the twelve Titans about Prometheus's method, the gods' expressions were quite varied!

"Is this the method of the god of prophecy? How ingenious!" Oceanus, the ocean god, spoke first, his eyes filled with excitement.

Hyperion, the sun god, nodded and sighed, "We should have listened to Prometheus long ago; perhaps we wouldn't be in this predicament now!"

"In that case, it seems it doesn't matter that Cronus is so weak." The beautiful Phoebe then looked at Cronus.

As soon as she said this, all the gods turned to look at her.

Kronos's lips twitched, suppressing his anger, and he nodded with a smile.

"Cronus, you really should thank Prometheus. If it weren't for his idea, with your current strength, you probably wouldn't be able to shake Uranus."

Gaia spoke up at this moment, but she didn't mean anything special. She was simply marveling at Prometheus's ingenuity in solving Cronus's predicament.

But Cronus didn't like hearing this at all.

He is indeed very weak at the moment, and can only swing the scythe once even when he tries his best, but isn't all of this thanks to Prometheus?!

But now all the gods are telling Him to thank Prometheus! Simply because Prometheus's idea conveniently takes into account His current weakness!

Cronus found it utterly absurd and wished he could skin the god of prophecy alive to vent his anger.

But under the watchful eyes of the gods, He could only suppress His anger and feign gratitude.

This feeling of being controlled by others and having to be subservient made Him almost want to vomit!

But Cronus, being the most cunning of the twelve Titans, could maintain a flawless facade even when he was seething with hatred, appearing as happy as the other gods to have found a way out of the predicament.

Only one gaze remained fixed on Cronus with constant worry.

Gaia was also delighted. She looked at Hecate beside her, suppressing her excitement, and asked, "Is Prometheus's preparation complete?"

Hecate simply smiled and said, "It should be soon."

Gaia nodded, her anticipation growing stronger.

Meanwhile, Prometheus, who was on the minds of the gods, was completely unaware of their urgency and was looking at the goddess in front of him with a complex expression.

"You're not Nyx?"

"It can be, or it can not be."

The goddess smiled faintly, raised her hand, and endless dark power rushed towards Prometheus: "I'm a little tired, let's go."

Before he could finish speaking, Prometheus felt the eternally dark kingdom begin to reject him, pushing his figure backward.

Prometheus remained calm, simply watching the goddess recede into the distance, and said serenely, "Your Highness Ananke, regarding Uranus..."

The goddess glanced back at Him, but only yawned before turning and stepping into eternal darkness.

(Reference image of Anan's divine body)

Upon seeing this, Prometheus knew that the matter was settled.

Although I sacrificed my innocence, I gained a final 5-point advantage. It was a loss, but at least I had a 100% chance of winning.

Thinking this, He sent a message to Hecate through His secret relationship with the gods.

Hecate felt a sudden stirring in her heart, and a sentence quietly appeared in her mind.

We can begin.

Hecate's lips curled into a smile as she turned to Gaia, her red lips parting slightly: "He is ready."

Gaia was taken aback at first, then nodded emphatically.

She left the sacred mountain and headed straight for the ocean, where Uranus was causing trouble for Pontus.

Her arrival surprised Uranus, but Gaia was unusually enthusiastic today.

Uranus was always powerless against the goddess Gaia's advances, and he was instantly aroused. Under Gaia's guidance, they didn't even return to the sacred mountain, but instead began their union on the high seas.

The God-King was completely unaware of the problem. Instead, he lost his reason due to Gaia's enthusiasm and initiative, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this fatal pleasure.

Heaven and earth were aligned like never before, and beneath the earth, the twelve Titans, who had arrived at their positions ahead of time, looked at the massive, surging object before them with excitement in their eyes.

Cronus took a deep breath, gripped the scythe tightly, and then, with all his might, swung it out with all his might.

Without any warning, the entire world, which had been filled with the aura of love and desire, was suddenly filled with the God-King's agonizing roar.

The power of creation shook the entire world, and all things could feel the pain and anger of the God-King at this moment.

At the same time, right where the sky and earth had just met, the crack in the earth did not revert to its original state, but instead twelve figures leaped out from it.

The leader held a blood-stained scythe, his face pale from exhaustion of divine power, but his eyes were resolute.

Behind Him, His eleven brothers and sisters simultaneously unleashed tremendous power, working together to resist the divine power surge unleashed by the God-King in his rage.

They gazed at Uranus, who was driven mad by agony in the sky, feeling his divine power visibly diminishing. They also recalled Prometheus's so-called method, which could be summed up in four words:

[To achieve permanent cure]