Greece: I am the master of destiny!

In the chaotic world of Chaos, among the five primordial gods born from the most primitive collisions, Gaia, the great earth and mother of all things, was the first to be born.

She is the ultimate source of all gods and creatures, and it is because of her that life began to come into being and evolution began in this world.

The other four primordial gods—the Abyss, Lust, the Netherworld, and Darkness—have very little personification; they are more like pure laws born to maintain the operation of this new world.

In other words, only Gaia is a true primordial goddess with her own love, hate, and emotions. Her laws of procreation are the origin of all things, and the gestation of all living beings in this world is under her protection.

But now, her most beloved child, and also her most respected husband, the great king of the gods, Uranus, the lord of the heavens, is going to deprive all living beings in this world of their right to procreate.

How could Gaia accept this?

It's not just depriving her of her right to reproduce that constitutes a violation of the laws of reproduction; depriving other living beings of their right to reproduce is also a serious offense against her, Mother Earth, and it also halts the development of the entire world.

Uranus, however, went his own way, completely ignoring Gaia's advice and anger.

He is already the King of Gods, wielding the power of creation. His will is the most authoritative law, and even Gaia, a powerful primordial god, cannot stop him in the slightest.

The gods, needless to say, even if they were unwilling, could only obediently bow their heads and accept it.

This coronation ceremony of the god-king, which was watched by all the gods, ended in a rather unpleasant manner.

Prometheus obediently followed behind his father Iapetus, not daring to stray even a step.

The prophecies He spoke on the sacred mountain undoubtedly put Him in the spotlight. Although the first generation of gods were dissatisfied with Him or even hated Him, they were all hesitant to act against Him.

After all, anyone who attacks Him now would be confirming their rebellious intentions, and should prepare to face the wrath of the great Father Uranus.

But not daring to act doesn't mean they'll treat Him well. If looks could kill, Prometheus would already be torn to pieces by now.

Under such pressure, Prometheus could only follow in his father's footsteps, keeping his eyes down and pretending to be a quail.

There's no way around it, prophets just easily attract hatred.

Even though He hid behind his father, he still couldn't escape the sarcastic remarks.

"Prometheus, do you know the devastating impact your prophecy will have on this nascent divine court? You've ruined us!"

As soon as they descended the sacred mountain, Atlas, who was also following behind Iapetus, began to complain, his eyes filled with hostility as he looked at Prometheus beside him.

Atlas, the eldest son of Iapetus and Clymene, possessed moderate divine power but lacked specific laws and divine authority. However, he inherited Iapetus's immense strength.

Iapetus, along with his three brothers, the original gods, once held up the four corners of the universe, making the world larger, and his own power was naturally immense.

But Atlas not only inherited his father’s great strength and bravery, but also Iapetus’s fiery temper, his impatient nature, and his inability to hold his temper.

Sure enough, before they had even completely left the sacred mountain, they couldn't help but attack Prometheus. At this moment, the other first gods and their descendants had not yet dispersed, and as soon as this commotion occurred, they all secretly paid attention to it.

The wise ocean goddess Clymene realized the inappropriateness of the occasion and frowned, scolding, "Atlas, do not be rude."

She was holding Epimetheus, who had cried himself to sleep, in her arms. The little baby stirred restlessly in his mother's arms.

"Did I say something wrong? He is the one who harmed all our gods!"

Atlas raised his voice even louder, filled with indignation: "If it weren't for Him, the Father wouldn't have doubted us!"

Iapetus, however, did not stop his eldest son. His expression was not good either, and he clearly agreed with Atlas's words and was somewhat blaming Prometheus.

After all, He was also one of those suspected by the god-king Uranus, and all of this was thanks to Prometheus.

As more and more gods were drawn to his attention, Prometheus found it increasingly difficult to remain inconspicuous. To prevent the matter from escalating, he finally spoke up:

"Atlas, my brother, you must understand one thing: I am merely an observer of fate, not its creator."

He attempted to explain the nature of the prophecy, but not only to Atlas, but also to the surrounding first gods and the two on the mountain.

"I cannot change fate; I only have the ability to glimpse a corner of it. And observation is not without its price, and this is the price of observation."

"Or do you think I should deceive His Majesty the Great God-King and not reveal what I have observed?"

This is undoubtedly a very huge burden. Prometheus is also reminding the gods that He initially refused to make any prophecies, but His Majesty the King of Gods insisted on knowing. He could not deceive His Majesty the King of Gods, so He had no choice but to tell the truth.

Furthermore, His Majesty the God-King didn't react much to such a prophecy, so what could the gods possibly resent? Or is it that they truly harbor rebellious intentions?

By this time, the wise gods had already understood Prometheus's implication, and they all held their breath, unwilling to get involved in this mess.

Some with high sensitivity could even sense the oppressive gaze emanating from the sacred mountain, and dared not show the slightest unusual expression.

Unfortunately, wise gods are always in the minority, and Atlas, with only moderate divine power, was oblivious to the cold gaze emanating from the mountaintop; he remained resentful.

"If you say you're just an observer, then what use are you? You might as well not have been born! This world doesn't need any prophetic laws!"

"So-called prophecies are nothing but opportunistic tricks; what this world truly needs is always the strongest power!"

As Atlas spoke, he looked at Prometheus with disdain: "You were born with immense divine power, but in my eyes, you are inferior to me. My power can move mountains and rivers; what about yours?"

"All you can do is open your mouth and spout these disgusting, useless words! Someone like you shouldn't have been born!"

Enraged, Atlas categorized the entire "Prophet" law as useless and worthless, deeming it utterly nonexistent, and even belittled other laws without his knowledge.

But Prometheus wasn't angry when he heard this, because he could feel the gaze from the mountain.

Looking at the furious Atlas before him, He suddenly spoke: "Do you believe that everything should be based on strength? And that all other laws are useless?"

"Yes! Strength should be paramount! Before absolute power, all laws are insignificant!"

The straightforward and hot-tempered Atlas was completely unaware of the suggestive nature of the words and readily accepted them, without realizing that he had been led astray.

His words were too absolute, as if any non-power-based laws were like opportunism, causing many of the first gods who practiced non-power-based laws to secretly frown.

However, these words resonated deeply with the straightforward Iapetus, who smiled with satisfaction. But before he could praise his eldest son, a wild laugh echoed from the mountain.

"What a powerful ideology! Well done, child, what's your name?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically. They all recognized the owner of the voice as the supreme Lord of the heavens, the great god-king Uranus!

Atlas was startled by the voice, then his face lit up with joy. He quickly bowed and proclaimed, "My name is Atlas, son of Iapetus!"

"Very well! Atlas, your straightforwardness and courage have won my heart. Seeing your strength and bravery, I, in the name of the God-King, hereby appoint you as the God Who Holds Up the Sky! In this world, strength shall reign supreme!"

As His words fell, the whole world buzzed, for that was the law descending!

From this moment on, Atlas was appointed by the King of Gods as the God of Supporting the Sky!

At this moment, the expressions of all the gods who were not governed by the laws of power changed.

They had a vague premonition, it seemed—

It's going to change!

Only Prometheus, standing in the crowd, saw things unfolding as he had predicted. Atlas had, as He had wished, allied himself with the King of the Gods and even attracted the hatred of the other gods. He couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of his mouth in a smile.

The gods of this era are truly endearing, so simple and genuine...