Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Gaia finally understood why Prometheus had told her she had a chance to get revenge.

Because at that time, Prometheus knew that Cronus's future, which is today, would involve wanting to defy the laws of procreation.

Gaia has the authority to severely punish any god who violates the laws of procreation, whether it be a blessing or a curse.

After figuring all this out, Gaia trusted Prometheus even more than she was angry with Cronus.

Her gaze toward Prometheus shifted from the loving gaze of an elder toward a junior to one of admiration for the wise man.

Prometheus keenly noticed Gaia's change, but he simply smiled and brought up the topic that had been interrupted by Cronus's arrival.

He said that He wanted to create a new kind of non-divine life, modeled after the gods, and let them dwell on the empty earth.

At the same time, we can also invite the gods to come together and create other life forms.

Themis and Gaia were both very interested in this and readily agreed.

Soon, the news that Prometheus had invited the gods to create new life together reached the ears of the Titans.

Although most of them had some conflicts with Prometheus, with Gaia's approval and knowing that it could promote the development of the world and increase their power, they did not refuse.

Even Cronus, the god-king trapped in the curse, actively participated, and he even breathed a sigh of relief because of it.

This way, He wouldn't have to face Queen Rhea for the time being, and wouldn't have to worry about accidentally giving birth to a new god together.

"Why do these creatures not seem very intelligent?"

On the earth, Oceanus, the god of the ocean, looked at the strange creatures he had created and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Upon hearing that new life could emerge on Earth, this Lord of the Ocean immediately felt that the ocean was too empty and decided to create some life within it as well.

But His craftsmanship was truly terrible, or rather, the craftsmanship of all the gods was terrible, and they created all sorts of strange and bizarre creatures.

The gods were very arbitrary in their choice of materials; the soil on the ground, the leaves on the trees, and even the clouds in the sky were all shaped by them into whatever form they desired.

Once the shape is formed, it is fused with the original liquid in the Life Bottle. If their creation conforms to the basic rules of life, then a species is born.

Next, as long as this species is used as a template, countless others of the same species will appear.

But this kind of thing is far from being as simple as it sounds.

For the gods, the most difficult problem they could solve was how to create the "first" that conformed to the basic rules of life. They tried many constructions, but most of them ended in failure.

After decades of research and tireless effort, Oceanus finally created the first live "fish".

He used his divine power to envelop the large, oval-shaped creature and placed it in the water. He found that the creature simply flipped over on its side on the surface of the water, unable to swim, and even when attacked, it remained dazed and confused, unable to dodge.

It feels like something is clinging to it and gnawing at it, and it just stares blankly as it gets eaten.

Moreover, this creature not only doesn't look very smart, but its appearance is also quite strange. It has almost no tail fin and looks somewhat top-heavy. It's not a perfect creation no matter how you look at it.

Oceanus couldn't help but fall into deep doubt about his own skills, but the other gods weren't much better than him, and the things they made were all kinds of strange and wonderful.

"Prometheus, why didn't he come himself when he sent us to create things?"

The god of the heavens, Clios, somewhat irritated, threw away the shapeless cloud in his hand and asked impatiently.

Upon hearing this, all the gods raised their heads, equally puzzled.

It was Prometheus who called them to create things, but we haven't seen Prometheus in all these decades.

Only Hecate, His mysterious and powerful subordinate goddess, appeared when the gods needed Him, holding the bottle of life that now belonged to Him.

"He said He needed to prepare," Themis said calmly, offering an explanation.

"Tch, what's there to prepare?"

The sun god Hyperion laughed dismissively, clearly not believing that Prometheus could do much better than the gods could.

Although the other Titans did not speak, they agreed in their hearts.

It was only after they had tried for decades that they understood how difficult creation was.

This is completely different from creating the world. Creating the world only requires power, but creating things requires exquisite craftsmanship.

In the original timeline, some say that the Golden Humans were created by Iapetus, others say that they were created by Gaia and Prometheus, and still others say that they were created by Cronus.

However, it makes no mention of how it was created or how much time and effort it took.

At the current rate, it is unlikely to be completed in less than several hundred or even a thousand years.

As the gods grew increasingly agitated and even began to complain about Prometheus, Hecate, Prometheus's attendant and holding the Bottle of Life, merely curled the corners of her lips, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

She couldn't even be bothered to talk to these idiots.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and the gods, after much effort, finally created a few more ugly creatures. Just as their patience was about to run out, the white figure finally arrived.

"God of Prophecy, so you do know about creation, huh?" Crios was the first to speak, making no attempt to hide his sarcastic tone.

Instead of being angry, Prometheus smiled and said, "I've been preparing for a while to realize some ideas."

"Enough with the nonsense. Since you've prepared for so long, show us your skills!" Hyperion said irritably. "I have absolutely no desire to continue creating life!"

Upon hearing these words from the glorious sun god, the other Titans also turned their gazes toward Prometheus.

Under the gaze of the gods, Prometheus smiled and accepted the bottle of life from Hecate. He poured countless pieces of black clay into the bottle and, under the watchful eyes of the gods, slowly began to mold the first human body.

He modeled himself after the gods, shaping the bones, organs, flesh, brain, and so on, taking a full seven days to create a perfect body.

Finally, Prometheus dotted the eyes of this perfect body, and the first human being was born.

He was the first human, and the most perfect human. The gods were stunned by his divine skill, and they all looked at this life with great curiosity, completely ignoring...

The body was enveloped in black, turbid energy.

This is because Prometheus created this human being from the underworld.

The gods were unaware that all life born from the underworld would eventually return to the underworld; at that moment, they were only concerned with admiring this astonishing achievement.

Finally, nourished by the primordial liquid from the Life Bottle, this life form, sculpted from the underworld, emerged under the tense gaze of the gods…

He slowly opened his eyes.