Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Although the aura emanating from Prometheus is still only at the low level of powerful divine power, weaker than most of the twelve Titans, no one dares to underestimate Him now.

It should be noted that even a powerful god like Uranus, the father of the heavens, was defeated by Prometheus. This guy's abilities were clearly inconsistent with his divine power.

It was only when the gods watched helplessly as Uranus was manipulated and his fate was meticulously planned until his death that they realized how terrifying the power of prophecy truly was.

As long as the laws are used to rehearse, everything that will happen in the future will be clear in advance. In this case, Prometheus can make a lot of arrangements in advance.

The final effect achieved is exactly as described above.

Such terrifying power is enough to make even the gods shudder!

If they could, none of the twelve Titans would want to be opponents of such a terrifying creature; a sense of dread had already silently crept into their hearts.

Even looking at His furrowed brow, many gods felt that Cronus was not necessarily the only one who could become the king of the gods.

It would be a bad deal to offend this unknown prophetic god for the sake of the weakest god in the world today.

Even Prometheus's biological father, the hot-tempered Iapetus, couldn't help but slow his breathing, anxiously awaiting His answer.

Then the gods heard Him say—

"If Cronus were to become the king of the gods, would he be unable to gain the respect of the people? After all, he is far too weak."

There was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone; it seemed to be just simple confusion.

Upon seeing this, the twelve Titans breathed a sigh of relief.

They were more afraid that Prometheus himself wanted to be the king of the gods than that Prometheus would prevent Cronus from becoming the king.

after all……

While it's difficult to find a god as weak as Cronus, it's not impossible. But if Prometheus wanted to be the king of the gods, they really wouldn't know how to refuse.

"Cronus has always been the wisest among us, and perhaps only He can do the job of being the king of the gods well," said Hyperion, the sun god, and the other gods echoed his sentiments.

However, their attitude was not tough; it seemed that Prometheus only needed to refute them a few times and they would immediately change their minds.

To reiterate, it's not worth offending Prometheus for the sake of a weakling like Cronus.

But their fickle attitude left Prometheus both amused and exasperated.

It seems I nerfed Cronus too much, to the point that Cronus's standing in the eyes of the gods is now far too low.

Even though Cronus's expression was so grim, the gods could still pretend not to see it.

Fortunately... there are still two wise and reasonable gods.

"Prometheus, don't you know why Cronus is so weak?"

A cold voice rang out, making no attempt to hide its dissatisfaction.

Prometheus looked up and saw a beautiful goddess, Rhea, the goddess of time.

Rhea had liked Cronus for a long time, and she greatly admired his wisdom.

Later, Cronus suffered this misfortune, but he did not become depressed. Instead, he became even braver, which made Rhea admire him even more.

Especially when they were trapped deep in the earth, and Gaia asked who dared to wield the sickle, the gods remained silent, and He bravely stepped forward, Rhea had already completely fallen.

She admired Cronus's courage and wisdom, felt sorry for Cronus's plight and predicament, and was naturally annoyed by Prometheus, who had brought all these problems upon Cronus.

Seeing that Prometheus was still being aggressive, Cronus found himself in an extremely awkward position. So the goddess of time stepped forward and confronted him head-on without flinching.

"Your Highness Rhea, you seem to have some misunderstandings about me."

Prometheus, unperturbed by Rhea's sarcastic remarks, remained calm and replied, "It was Uranus, the lord of the heavens, who divided Cronus's essence into four. What does that have to do with me?"

"If it weren't for your prophecy, would all of this have happened?" Rhea sneered.

"Was my prophecy wrong?" Prometheus calmly retorted. "Isn't Cronus the one who wields the scythe?"

Upon hearing this, Rhea choked up instantly.

She glared at Prometheus with some annoyance, feeling that he was simply arguing illogically and that she couldn't argue with him at all.

Upon seeing this, Prometheus smiled and said, "Your Highness Rhea, you must think I am a heinous god, while Cronus is utterly innocent."

"Isn't that right?"

Rhea countered with a question. As one of the twelve original gods, this goddess of time was not one to mince words. In front of all the gods, she openly and frankly admitted, "At least in my eyes, Cronus is the bravest god."

Upon hearing this, the gods exchanged bewildered glances. Even the deep-thinking Cronus showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and his gaze toward Rhea's slender figure was filled with emotion.

At least……

There are still people who are willing to believe in Him.

Prometheus simply smiled at Rhea's words, which were almost a declaration of love.

He looked deeply at the passionate goddess of time and said earnestly, "Your Highness Rhea, I hope you will always feel this way."

Rhea glared, wanting to retort sarcastically, but was stopped by Cronus. The gods kept their eyes down, and no one spoke, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

Gaia looked at her twelve children, then at her outstanding descendant Prometheus, her expression growing increasingly helpless. Finally, she could only say to Prometheus:

"Prometheus and Cronus may be weak, but they are brave and humble enough. They should be able to assume the throne of the gods."

"As for the issue you're worried about..." Gaia looked somewhat conflicted. After thinking for a moment, she said, "It is indeed a problem. I wonder if I could trouble you to help look after it?"

Before she finished speaking, the twelve Titans' expressions turned extremely strange, and Prometheus was also somewhat surprised.

It should be obvious that He and Cronus don't get along, right? Does this Mother Earth want them to shake hands and make peace?

Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?

"Respected Mother Earth, I am still too inexperienced to look after Prince Cronus; that would be far too much of an honor for me..."

Before He could finish speaking, Gaia interrupted him abruptly, saying crisply:

"I promised you before that I would grant you a request. I see that you seem to really like my bottle, so I'll give it to you. I hope you can use it to assist Cronus."

Upon hearing this, Prometheus's tone immediately changed, and his expression became incredibly sincere: "Although I am inexperienced, I am willing to contribute my meager strength to this world, and I will certainly do my best to assist King Cronus."

Twelve Titans: "?"

Kronos: "..."

It's very real.

With Prometheus's agreement, the gods reached a consensus, and the will of the world also recognized this young and brave, yet somewhat weak, god of harvest.

Thus, the world once again got back on track and entered a new era.

This is……

The era ruled by Cronus.