Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Cronus's sudden attack not only caught Hyperion off guard, but also caused the gods watching the scene to change their expressions drastically, especially the Titans, who were completely flustered.

This terrifying, primordial power, capable of making the entire world tremble and vibrate, is something they have witnessed before.

At that time, the one who controlled this power was the tyrannical Lord of the Heavens, Uranus, and they were nothing more than weak beings who had been tormented by Uranus for thousands of years without daring to utter a single complaint.

But now... this terrifying power that they feared so much was actually controlled by the weakest of them all, the one they had never respected!

When did He gain control of it?

No, it wasn't just the divine king's power; His weak origin was also strengthened! He regained His origin that had been severed!

The gods were horrified to discover that, at some point, Cronus had become far more powerful than them! And in a way that completely overwhelmed them!

If the gods were terrified at this moment, then Hyperion, targeted by this terrifying power, could not find the words to describe his feelings.

It was at this moment that He realized that Cronus... was the true king of gods.

They are the rightful masters of this world.

"Hyperion, put down what you shouldn't have touched, return the authority over the stars to me, and I might still spare you," Cronus said calmly, his gaze as still as a deep well.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. Hyperion was angry and unwilling, and even more so, he felt a fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Cronus, I see you've forgotten how timid and subservient you were in front of me back then. Today, I'll teach you a lesson and show you what respect for elders truly means!"

After he finished speaking, the body of this glorious sun god suddenly burst into flames, and primordial light emanated from Him!

He is the sun god, the most dazzling Titan in the bloodline of Uranus, and every pore of his body spews forth flames powerful enough to dry up the ocean.

"I am the sun, the brightest star in the sky!" Hyperion clenched his fists, light solidifying at his knuckles, and roared angrily, "Cronus! You are but the ruler of earth and grain, yet you dare to covet the stars?"

Cronus did not answer Hyperion's angry shout.

He simply took out a scythe that had once harvested the Father God, turned it sideways, and the burning image of Hyperion was reflected on the back of the blade, then slashed down fiercely.

The strike did not target Hyperion himself, but rather the light surrounding Him.

Where the sickle passed, the dazzling light was cut in half like ripe wheat, and large swathes of it dimmed.

The power of the god of abundance is not to destroy light, but to cause it to "wither".

He harvests the sun's flames like crops, cutting them down one by one, causing the eternally burning law to wither and turn to ash under His scythe.

Hyperion never expected that his defenses, which he had fought so hard against, would be so fragile in the face of that terrifying power, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Hyperion, you are arrogant and disrespectful to the King of Gods, do you know your sin?"

The indifferent voice of the God-King resounded throughout the world, and only then did the gods realize that Cronus, the weak god of agriculture, could speak with such majesty.

How could the glorious sun god possibly accept such humiliation?

Hyperion roared and transformed into pure light, his entire being becoming a miniature sun, charging towards Cronus.

This attack risked His entire divine status.

But Cronus just smiled and shook his head, as if laughing at his overestimation of his abilities. He raised his scythe, and behind him appeared the phantom of a vast land.

Spring seedlings break through the soil, summer crops grow tall, autumn ears of grain droop, and winter snow covers the land; the cycle of the four seasons is completed in an instant.

Then, He brought down His sickle with a bang.

The sickle disappeared into that miniature sun, just as it disappeared into a golden wheat field.

Hyperion let out a terrible roar, feeling his light being pulled away, harvested, and stored away.

His divine power was completely absorbed by an invisible crop, which then withered behind Cronus and became abundant nourishment for the following year.

Hyperion was stripped from the form of the sun and restored to the body of a Titan, with almost all of its divine power being harvested.

He fell through the void, finally crashing down in a sorry state before Cronus.

Cronus sheathed his scythe and looked down at the defeated Hyperion.

"Hyperion, even now, do you still not repent?"

"Enough. Someone like you doesn't deserve to bring light to this world."

As Cronus spoke, he slightly raised his head to look at the vast starry sky, his majestic voice resounding throughout the world: "Where is Helios?"

Accompanied by the roar of the world's laws, a young figure fell awkwardly from the starry sky and finally knelt down in front of Kronos.

Helios, son of Hyperion, was the god who ruled over the rising and setting of the sun.

Compared to his reckless and arrogant father, Helios didn't even dare to raise his head in front of Cronus, trembling with fear and trepidation.

Under the watchful eyes of the gods, and with Hyperion's face pale and even ashen, Cronus slowly raised his hand.

An endless creative force is gathering, and the entire world is trembling under its influence. In the endless void, something is being forged by this force.

Cronus extracted a strand of the law of "order" from the core of his own law of abundance and wove it into shape for that great creation.

First came the shaft, then the wheel spokes, and then the body...

A chariot, its entire body formed from golden light and dawn, was born in His palm.

The chariot was engraved with patterns of light, and the wheels burned with an inextinguishable primordial flame. On the front frame, four fiery steeds, formed from pure solar prominences, were born with a neighing sound. Their manes were flowing fire, and their hooves thundered.

Hyperion's eyes widened, for at the moment the chariot was born, He felt His very essence being severed!

The original source of those cuts transformed into a massive "Eye of the Sun," which was placed onto the chariot entirely formed from the power of creation!

Hyperion glared at Cronus with eyes wide with fury, but Cronus didn't even look at him. Instead, he casually pushed the chariot in front of Helios.

"Helios, I command you to become the new sun. Your father, Hyperion, has been disrespectful to the King of Gods, has trespassed on the stars, and has committed an unforgivable sin. He is no longer worthy to hold the light."

"This vehicle will carry you and the sun. You only need to drive it into the sky, and the sun will follow you, rising in the east and setting in the west, in an endless cycle."

As Cronus finished speaking, the laws of the world trembled and acknowledged His command. This was the first command Cronus issued after becoming the King of Gods.

No god dared to disregard this, because Hyperion, the most powerful sun god among the Titans, had already shown them the price of disrespecting the King of Gods.

Under Cronus's indifferent gaze, Helios trembled as he took the reins.

The four fiery steeds lowered their heads and nuzzled against Him, as if acknowledging Him as their master.

Cronus then stopped looking at Him, and led Hestia, whose legs had gone limp with fear, into the sacred mountain.

Behind Him, the newborn sun god pulled the reins, and the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness.

In the whole world, only Hyperion's unwilling and painful roar remained.