Greece: I am the master of destiny!

An endless darkness enveloped everything, and a goddess shrouded in darkness slowly approached, her vast aura spreading instantly.

Gaia's eyes lit up with excitement, and she exclaimed, "Nyx!"

When Gaia decided to rebel against the heavens, she considered inviting Nyx for help. This goddess of eternal night, like Gaia, was a primordial god who possessed divine power and was extremely strong.

If we could get her help, this battle, which was destined to be arduous, might be much easier.

But Nyx refused her, saying that she would not interfere in the affairs of the God-King's family.

This is quite normal. Of the original five primordial gods, apart from Gaia, the mother of childbirth, the others had fewer and fewer personifications, and naturally, they were unwilling to get involved in the disputes.

But at this moment, the goddess of eternal night who had once rejected her appeared on the battlefield.

And judging from the appearance, it seems that Prometheus invited them.

When did Prometheus get involved with this goddess of eternal night?

Gaia couldn't figure it out for a moment, but the endless power of eternal night had already collided with Uranus.

The power of the laws that erupted in that instant even surpassed the full strength of the Eleven Titans.

The power of the gods is terrifying.

The eleven Titans looked at each other, unsure whether they should help. However, the terrifying fluctuations of the laws made them realize that if they were accidentally caught in the turmoil, they would likely be seriously injured on the spot.

As if sensing their dilemma, Prometheus smiled slightly at them:

"Brave and fearless Titans, you have done well. Leave the rest to me."

"Can you do it?"

Themis asked with some concern, even though the goddess of order was already seriously injured, she still gripped the golden longsword in her hand tightly.

"With the generous help of the Goddess of Eternal Night, there is naturally no problem."

Prometheus smiled reassuringly at her, and slowly poured out a few drops of golden liquid from the vial of life in his hand, which flew towards the eleven Titans with a wave of his hand.

Themis felt a sacred and gentle power flow into her body, like a warm current, slowly soothing her pain.

The other Titans also looked surprised. They naturally recognized that this was Gaia's artifact, but they didn't know why it was in Prometheus's hands.

Prometheus nodded to Gaia again, and then, under the watchful eyes of the gods, put away the treasure bottle and then... without hesitation joined the battlefield that terrified the gods.

"Are you really not going to need our help?" Prometheus's father, Iapetus, the god of souls and death, asked with a frown upon seeing this.

"Even if we went, we wouldn't be of much use." Oceanus sighed softly, his expression helpless. "I really can't imagine how we would have won this war of the gods without Prometheus."

"Yes, I never expected that He had made so many preparations. No wonder the great Earth Mother trusts Him so much."

Even the proud sun god Hyperion couldn't help but be convinced at this moment.

So far, the eleven Titans have repeatedly fallen into a disadvantageous position, and it was only thanks to Prometheus that they were able to turn the tide. Without Prometheus, they would probably have lost long ago.

No, it should be that without Prometheus, they wouldn't even have had the thought of rebellion, let alone come up with a way to cut Uranus apart and deprive him of his position as king of the gods.

"With the help of the Goddess of Eternal Night, we finally have a better chance of winning. I just don't know how Prometheus managed to persuade her, and that unfamiliar goddess... I feel like I've seen her somewhere before..."

Phoebe sighed softly and looked at Hecate in the distance.

After weaving the destiny of Uranus, Hecate stood there quietly, her expression remaining calm and serene, as if...

She knew perfectly well that she would win.

Her confidence stemmed solely from Prometheus's prediction of victory...

Fuber felt something was strange, but before he could think about it, he heard a weak voice.

"Gentlemen, don't you think Prometheus is a bit too powerful?"

These words came abruptly, and the gods looked up to find that it was Cronus who had appeared out of nowhere.

Cronus was in very poor condition at the moment. Although he was only affected by the aftershocks, it was still a life-or-death situation for him.

If Rhea hadn't intervened in time to protect Him, there might truly only be eleven Titans left in the world at this moment.

"Cronus, what do you mean?" Crios asked, his tone less than friendly.

The other Titans remained silent, but most harbored some dissatisfaction with Cronus.

If it weren't for Cronus holding them back, they wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Rhea frowned and instinctively shielded Kronos behind her.

Cronus was well aware of the gods' malice, but he took a deep breath, pushed Rhea aside, and stepped forward.

"My point is very simple. Have you ever thought about it? If Uranus is defeated, who will become the king of the gods?"

Upon hearing this, all the gods fell silent, and for a moment only the booming sound of the battle laws could be heard.

There were twelve Titans in total. Since the goddesses had no right to inherit, only six remained: Oceanus, the ocean god.

Iapetus, the god of death and souls;

Hyperion, the sun god;

Crios, the celestial god;

Coeus, the god of foresight and wisdom;

And Cronus, the god of harvest and agriculture, is now the unit of measurement for the gods.

Because they hadn't considered the possibility of actually defeating Uranus, they hadn't thought about who should be the king of the gods.

But now...

Uranus has fallen from his invincible pedestal. Perhaps it's time to consider the problem the gods will face after Uranus is dealt with—

Who will become the new God-King?

If Uranus was defeated by them, then a new god-king should naturally emerge from among them, but the problem is...

They did not defeat the God-King; on the contrary, they were defeated by the God-King time and again.

If it weren't for Prometheus, the entire world would probably be destroyed by now.

Could it be that Prometheus is to become the new king of the gods? But Prometheus is, after all, just a junior.

The gods all fell silent. Faced with this somewhat sensitive question, each of them had different thoughts, but none of them were willing to speak first.

Seeing this, Cronus said with utmost sincerity, "We'd better discuss first who will be the king of the gods."

"Why should we be the ones to discuss this? Why not join forces with Prometheus, the greatest contributor to this battle? And isn't it premature to be saying all this now?"

Themis was the first to speak in rebuttal, the goddess of fairness keenly sensing the injustice.

"Themis, do you want Prometheus to be king of the gods?" Cronus asked directly, his voice serious and earnest. "If Prometheus becomes king of the gods, what will we gain?"

"Why can't Prometheus be the king of the gods?" Themis asked rhetorically.

"Just because Prometheus is not one of the twelve Titans, he cannot guarantee our interests."

Cronus answered without hesitation, "Besides, He is already so powerful. If He gains the approval of the world's will, wouldn't that create another invincible god-king?"

"Do you still want to continue living that life of being bossed around and tormented?"