Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"Gentlemen, I want you to understand one thing: the twelve of us are one."

"If Prometheus had stood with us, he wouldn't have so readily transferred Uranus's hatred onto us on that day of the divine feast!"

"If Prometheus became the king of the gods, not only would he have the Weaver of Fates from the gods, but he would also be deeply loved by the Earth Mother, supported by the goddess of eternal night, and continuously recognized by the world. What do you think would happen?"

"Admittedly, Prometheus seems to have a good personality now, but don't forget that Uranus wasn't like this before he became king of the gods. Besides, we can't gamble our future on the conscience of a god, can we? Wouldn't that just leave us vulnerable to being slaughtered?"

Cronus's gaze swept over the pensive gods, and his words were clear and earnest, as if he were truly thinking of the Twelve Titans.

"Or do you all hope that this world will once again become a place where a certain god has absolute power? And we, on the other hand, will be ordered around by a junior? Brothers, do you think you can accept that?"

No one spoke, and the atmosphere gradually quieted down to the point of being somewhat oppressive. Many gods showed worry in their eyes, clearly having been persuaded by Cronus.

Cronus was always the most eloquent and the most profound of the twelve original gods; almost every word he spoke went straight to the heart of the matter.

The gods couldn't help but follow His words and think along those lines, and then they all felt a chill run down their spines.

The shadow that Uranus cast over the gods was simply too great.

No one wants to go through so much trouble to finally break the deadlock, only to find that the new god-king is yet another Uranus.

Prometheus clearly possessed this power.

More importantly, they were definitely working for the King of Gods, and Prometheus was just their junior. Being ordered around by a junior would be somewhat humiliating.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" the proud Hyperion couldn't help but ask.

"It's simple. We can just agree in advance who will be the king of the gods, as long as it's not... Prometheus," Cronus said, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"You make a good point." Coeus nodded, and the other gods agreed.

Themis wanted to say something, but Cronus interrupted her.

Cronus, of course, could not allow Themis to continue speaking up for Prometheus.

He easily aroused the Titans' vigilance and firmly grasped the initiative in his own hands.

As his gaze swept over the white figure still engaged in battle, a mocking glint flashed in Kronos's eyes.

He would never allow Prometheus to become the king of the gods! He even thought Prometheus was utterly ridiculous.

So what if he had a flawless strategy? So what if he was the greatest contributor to the fight against Uranus? In the end, wasn't it just that He easily snatched away the fruits of victory with just a few words?

Prometheus, the score between us hasn't even been settled yet!

Prometheus was unaware that Cronus was already anticipating a confrontation with him. He watched as Uranus was gradually being overwhelmed by Nyx, but he was in no hurry to make a move.

Because He is giving Cronus time to act.

"Don't disappoint me, Cronus."

Prometheus's gaze swept over the gods in the distance, who were seemingly exchanging something, and a smile crept onto his lips, his eyes full of amusement.

When the time was almost up, He stepped in and slowly walked into the center of the battlefield, into the deepest darkness.

The gods' vision was instantly blocked, and they could see nothing.

The moment Prometheus entered, Uranus glanced over. At this moment, the former king of the gods and lord of the heavens was in a sorry state. His aura was more chaotic than ever before, and most of his divine power was exhausted.

He knew clearly that he was likely to fail today.

But He was unwilling to accept this situation, unwilling to be driven to such a state by what He once regarded as an ant!

Uranus now only regrets not having slapped the man in front of him to death back then, so that he wouldn't have ended up in this situation!

If only we hadn't listened to that prophecy, if only Prometheus hadn't been born, if only...

Too many "what ifs" echoed in His mind, but He knew better than anyone that there were no more "what ifs".

Anger, resentment, unwillingness, pain—all sorts of emotions boiled within him. Uranus's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the white figure.

"Prometheus, you've brought me to this point. Since that's the case, then let's die together!"

A chilling voice rang out, and before the words had even finished, Uranus's body began to expand strangely. Incredibly terrifying power boiled and gathered within him, and his already dwindling divine power, along with his very essence, began to burn at that moment!

He charged toward Prometheus like a madman, intending to perish together with him!

The power of this burning was so great that even Eternal Night could not stop it. At the same time, the entire sky began to expand, and the power of chaos terrified the gods.

But Prometheus, facing Uranus directly, merely sighed softly:

"Even now, do you still think I'm the one who ruined you? On the contrary, I'm the only one who's been trying to save you."

"I tried many times, gave you many hints, but Uranus, what did you do?"

Uranus turned a deaf ear to this, because he was unwilling to confront the regret in his heart.

Even if we lose, the God King... will never regret it!

"When I was rejected by this world, you helped me to be reborn. Now, as you are about to destroy this world, I will send you off on your final journey, which can be considered as settling the score between us."

Prometheus sighed softly and once again waved the Bottle of Life: "Hypnos, Thanatos, in the name of the Father, I summon you."

"It's time... to end all this chaos."

As His voice faded, the Bottle of Life burst forth with abundant life force, all flowing into Nyx's lower abdomen. In a very short time, the lower abdomen swelled up and then shrunk back down, while two streams of light flew out from it.

There were two figures, one in black and one in white, both in youthful form. After their birth, they respectfully bowed to Prometheus.

These were Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Thanatos, the god of death.

A gentle yet irresistible inertial power emanated from Hypnos, gently binding the utterly crazed Uranus.

Meanwhile, another black figure, Thanatos, the god of death, had already raised his scythe, ready to take the first life he had taken since arriving in this world.

Uranus tried several times but could not break free. The seemingly gentle yet incredibly resilient force held him firmly in place, and he could only watch helplessly as his essence was drained away.

Finally, He gave up struggling, but ignored the birth of the two new gods. His gaze remained fixed on Prometheus, but he unexpectedly became calm.

"Prometheus, do you think you've won?"

"No, although I lost, you didn't win either, because..."

He paused here, his eyes filled with undisguised malice, and said, word by word:

"I will pay with everything the Lord of the Heavens, I will—"

"I curse you!"