Greece: I am the master of destiny!

The banquet on the sacred mountain ended in discord.

The Titans, finding themselves unaffected by the curse, stopped caring and even rejoiced that they hadn't become the god-king.

In their view, the second-generation God-King had neither the power of the first-generation God-King nor any benefits, and would ultimately be burdened with a curse, clearly not a good job.

If even the gods could see it, how could Cronus, whose intelligence was the highest among the twelve Titans, not see it?

He is now certain that Prometheus deliberately refused to become the king of the gods!

This guy is a prophetic god, he must have already foreseen the current situation, which is why he handed over the throne of the god-king to Him. It's a shame that He thought He got the position through his own little tricks.

Looking back now, how naive He was.

The problem is that He found out too late.

Moreover, the situation at that time was completely unsolvable. He either had to become the God-King and take a gamble, or lose everything and become a weak god at the mercy of others. He really had no choice.

After figuring this out, Cronus felt a chill run down his spine.

He had always been arrogant and intelligent, but now he discovered that he had always been living in Prometheus's script, and had been completely arranged for him.

This feeling filled Him with fear, just as He had felt when He experienced the fear of death.

It was at this moment that Cronus's murderous intent towards Prometheus reached its peak.

If he hadn't retained some reason and known that now was not the best time to act, Cronus would have even wanted to seal and suppress Prometheus on the spot and then throw him into Tartarus forever.

It's almost here, almost here, only two hundred years away!

Once He fully obtains the creative power of the God-King, He must get rid of Prometheus immediately!

Such a threat must not be allowed to exist!

However, He did not tell anyone about these thoughts.

When faced with Rhea and Hestia's worried inquiries, He simply smiled and shook his head, as if he hadn't taken Prometheus's words to heart at all.

His gaze paused almost imperceptibly when it fell upon Hestia's beautiful face.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

Compared to the strange atmosphere atop the sacred mountain, Prometheus and Themis walked together on the open earth, their interactions much more harmonious.

After more than three hundred years of recuperation, the world that was once riddled with holes by Uranus has regained its vitality. Now, everything is lush and green, and there is no trace of its previous desolation.

Themis loved this orderly world, but along with her love for it, she also felt that something was a little strange.

"Prometheus, the world is so vibrant now compared to before, so why do I still feel like something's not quite right?"

"Your Highness Themis, do you consider the world to be orderly?"

"Doesn't that count?" Themis frowned.

"The world ruled by the tyrannical Lord of the heavens, Uranus, was indeed chaotic and disorderly, but at best the chaos has been eliminated, not the order."

Themis's heart stirred upon hearing this. Although she didn't immediately understand the meaning of Prometheus's words, she had a vague sense of what he meant.

Sure enough, she soon heard Prometheus say:

"Honorable Goddess of Order, what do you believe is the essence of order?"

"You've always felt that something is missing from this world. Is it possible that what's missing is life that needs order?"

Prometheus pointed to the lush yet utterly empty land and said with a smile, "Don't you think this land is far too empty?"

As Prometheus spoke, Themis's eyes grew brighter and brighter. The mystery that had troubled her for centuries, yet whose form she had never been able to discern, she had finally... touched.

She is the goddess of justice and order, but the world before her has no need for her, so of course she feels that something is missing.

but……

"What kind of life is missing?" Themis asked, somewhat troubled. "What kind of life needs order and justice?"

"Perhaps we need to ask the great Earth Mother Goddess about this issue. She is the mother of all living beings, and she may have some thoughts on it."

Prometheus said this.

Of course He knew what was missing, but He also knew that to create life on the earth, He needed the approval of Mother Earth Gaia.

After all, the earth is the body of Mother Earth, and Mother Earth is also the mother of childbirth. New life must be blessed by her to have a chance to continue to thrive.

Since we can't get around Gaia no matter what, we might as well give her face and ask for her opinion first before creating life. Anyway, Gaia can't possibly refuse something that benefits the world.

Themis, of course, had no objection to this, and the two soon arrived at Gaia's residence, a hidden palace on the endless earth, Gaia's place of seclusion.

Gaia was delighted to see Prometheus and Themis arrive. When she heard that their purpose in coming was to ask if it was possible to create some life on the earth, Gaia readily agreed and happily participated in the discussion.

Just as Prometheus thought, Gaia had no reason to refuse something that would develop and benefit the world.

Just as Gaia and Themis were having a very heated discussion, and Prometheus was thinking about how to say "human," Cronus's voice suddenly came from outside the palace.

Prometheus and Themis were somewhat surprised, while Gaia's interest vanished instantly.

"What is He doing here? I won't see Him," Gaia said coldly, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction and anger.

She was, after all, a primordial god and the mother of all gods. Even the once tyrannical Uranus, the ruler of the heavens, respected her. Yet, Cronus had been turning her away all these years.

Even at the grand feast celebrating the birth of His first child, all the gods were invited, but Gaia was not.

It was impossible for Gaia not to be furious about this.

But just as she was preparing to give Cronus a taste of being turned away, Prometheus spoke up.

"Your Highness, Mother Earth, why don't you meet Her?"

"I don't want to see Him." A hint of disgust flashed in Gaia's eyes. "He takes advantage of the fact that I can't do anything to Him, and he's targeted me a lot over the years."

Themis frowned. This just goddess was the least able to tolerate injustice, but before she could speak up for Gaia, Prometheus spoke up again.

He looked at the disgruntled Gaia, his smile growing wider: "You couldn't do anything about Him before, but maybe this time will be different."

"I wonder if you still remember what I told you when I advised you: what goes around comes around, and now it's your turn... to get your revenge."

Gaia was taken aback, then as if realizing something, her eyes slowly lit up.