Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Prometheus was unaware of the lengths Cronus had gone to in order to learn of Uranus's curse from Him.

He was even wondering how to tell Cronus casually without seeming deliberate.

So when He received Cronus's invitation, He chose to go without much hesitation.

But when Prometheus arrived at the banquet, he quickly realized that something was wrong.

Cronus was now a nobody, and the gods knew only the Titans and not the King of Gods. Under these circumstances, Cronus' first child was born, and all twelve Titans gathered there.

Gaia, who should be celebrating the birth of new life at this time, was not invited. She really has no fear of offending the Earth Mother Goddess who holds the power of procreation.

You should know that this mother goddess is not very magnanimous.

Prometheus sighed, but at the same time he realized that something was wrong.

Taking advantage of the gods' inattention, He subtly employed the laws of prophecy to conduct a series of deductions, only then revealing a look of sudden realization.

Then there was a bit of a laugh-or-frightening situation.

He was worried about how to tell Cronus the contents of the curse, while Cronus was also worried about how to get the contents of the curse from Him. What a coincidence!

But since Cronus is so eager to know, then don't blame him for raising the price.

With this in mind, Prometheus immediately had an idea.

With His arrival, the atmosphere on the sacred mountain instantly became extremely strange.

The Titans, who had been exchanging words, all fell silent, looking at Prometheus with complex expressions.

Iapetus, Prometheus's father, had the most interesting expression.

Iapetus had never seen Prometheus again since he lost his breasts in the underworld more than three hundred years ago; he simply couldn't bear the humiliation of being a god.

The other Titans shared a similar idea. Of course, the most crucial reason was that once someone had experienced death, they would never want to experience it a second time.

So for over three hundred years, no one bothered Prometheus, and he lived a very peaceful life.

Only the two goddesses who did not participate in that battle were behaving most naturally at this moment.

Mnemosyne, the goddess who symbolizes memory, is a rather aloof goddess who doesn't like to get involved in the affairs of the gods, which is why she wasn't there at the time.

And Themis...

The goddess of justice and order was simply busy at the time, but even if she had been there, it's uncertain who she would have chosen to help.

For example, right now, Themis completely disregarded the unpleasant looks on the faces of her brothers and sisters, and asked Prometheus directly in front of them:

"Prometheus, I've heard about what happened three hundred years ago. Are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Prometheus couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. Three hundred years had passed; even if something had happened, it was far too late to offer condolences now.

But looking into Themis's eyes, which were filled with justice, and sensing her air of "justice will be served if He nods," Prometheus couldn't refuse her kindness, and smiled as he spoke:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm fine."

Of course you're fine, it's us who's in trouble!

The Titans who were listening to the commotion all looked rather unpleasant upon hearing this, and the impatient Iapetus even let out a cold snort.

Themis, however, paid no attention to the Titans' reaction. Upon hearing this, she nodded and offered an explanation:

"That's good. I've been very busy these past few years, and I've often received news too late. If you need my help in the future, come and find me on this earth."

Upon hearing this, Prometheus's heart stirred, and he asked, "Your Highness Themis, you seem troubled. What are you busy with?"

These words seemed to touch a raw nerve for Themis, and the radiant goddess of justice sighed deeply, her tone filled with dejection:

"Over the years I have been searching all over the world for the meaning of my existence, but I have never found it."

"I always feel that something is missing from this world. It's a very important link, and only when that link appears will my existence have meaning."

"So I wandered around the world, trying to figure out what was missing, but as you can see, I found nothing."

At this point, Themis paused, then raised her eyes, her bright golden eyes filled with hope as she looked at Prometheus:

"Prometheus, you are the god of prophecy, and the wisest god I have ever seen. Can you answer my questions?"

Prometheus looked up at the goddess before him, who had removed the white blindfold but still could not see the road ahead, and found it somewhat amusing.

He certainly knew what was missing from this world: life other than the gods.

After three hundred years of continuous breeding by the gods, all sorts of newly born laws have made this world much more perfect. However, a world with only laws is destined to be imperfect.

Themis is the goddess of justice and order, and the laws she represents are justice and order. But now the world is full of gods, each with their own duties, and they don't interfere with each other. So-called fairness and order are not important to the gods at all.

Themis felt she couldn't find meaning in her existence simply because a race that needed fairness and order had not yet been born.

Thinking of this, Prometheus couldn't help but look in Rhea's direction. At this moment, the goddess was radiating maternal glow, looking at the red-haired girl in front of her with great affection.

It was Hestia, the first child of the god-king and goddess-queen.

With the birth of this goddess of the hearth and home, who holds the power of fire, it seems that the appearance of humankind is not far off.

After all, gods don't need fire or stoves, and their homes are in utter chaos.

The world today is like a young parent who has done all the preparations and is just waiting for the birth of their "newborn".

The various laws that maintain world stability are the cradle that He laid out, a cradle suitable for the growth of "newborns," and this "newborn" is humanity.

Thinking this, Prometheus carefully chose his words and said to Themis, who was looking at him expectantly, "Don't rush, you will soon find the meaning of your existence."

"After this grand feast is over, I'll accompany you for a walk on the earth. By then, you should be able to understand what this world is lacking."

Themis nodded expectantly upon hearing this. Although she was very curious, she knew that now was not the time to talk about this, so she did not ask any further questions.

After a brief exchange between the two, all the gods finally arrived, and the second-generation god-king, Cronus, the god of harvest and growth, finally made his appearance.

He was completely composed, smiling as he greeted the gods, showing no airs of a god-king, just as humble as he had been many years ago.

The gods didn't see anything wrong with it. In their minds, Cronus had always been the epitome of weakness and uselessness, and he had always been very polite to them.

Only Prometheus keenly sensed the change in Cronus's aura, and a meaningful look appeared in his eyes.