Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Turning his gaze away from the sacred mountain, Prometheus looked at the goddess before him and noticed that Metis was also looking at him.

And the "answer" written before them has been revealed.

The word "Sun" was written in front of Prometheus, while the word "Origin" was written in front of Metis.

Clearly, these two deities were thinking the same thing.

"It seems I'm not so foolish after all, that I share the same views as the wise goddess of wisdom," Prometheus said with a smile, his tone slightly teasing.

Meeting the man's teasing gaze, Metis subconsciously looked away, a faint blush creeping back onto her fair neck.

"The power His Majesty the God-King is displaying now probably surpasses that of the Titans," Metis said, trying to keep his voice calm, though the change of topic was rather abrupt.

Although she didn't know why she felt awkward and wanted to look down after just one glance, the laws of wisdom told her that she should pretend nothing was wrong.

Prometheus took in Metis's subtle actions, finding them amusing, but outwardly refrained from calling out the incredibly thin-skinned goddess, and nodded in agreement:

"Yes, Kronos has now reached the peak of his power. Although he is not as strong as the former tyrannical Lord of the Sky, he is not much weaker."

"Your Highness Hyperion has simply stumbled upon this."

"In this light, His Majesty the God-King may be about to begin reclaiming the world's power that has been divided up by the Titans over the years."

As Metis spoke, a look of worry crept onto his face: "I'm afraid our ocean won't be spared either."

Prometheus nodded, agreeing with her assessment.

Today, the world's power primarily rests in the sky, on the land, and in the sea.

With the consciousness of Uranus, the god of the sky, erased, the sky became a no-man's-land, which was occupied by Hyperion, the god of the sun, and Crios, the god of the celestial bodies, over the years.

They call the sky the starry sky, but in essence, they are the ones who have seized control of the sky.

Cronus has now directly deposed Hyperion, cutting off His origin and creating an "artificial sun".

Then they created a chariot to pull the sun, and put Helios, the son of Hyperion, in charge of it, which was equivalent to establishing Helios as the second sun god.

Hyperion lost most of his origin and the power to control the sun; his fate was truly tragic.

Most importantly, Cronus also gave the authority of the sun god to Helios, fundamentally negating Hyperion in the name of the god-king. Unless Hyperion could become the god-king, he would never be able to turn things around in his lifetime.

With Hyperion dealt with, only Cronus remained in the sky. Once Cronus was also dealt with, Cronus would be able to take control of the entire sky.

Although the ocean is divided into the open sea and the ocean, Pontus, the god of the open sea, is easygoing and has become increasingly low-key in recent years, giving way to the ocean. Therefore, the true master of the ocean is Oceanus, the god of the ocean.

If Cronus wants to reclaim the seas, Oceanus will definitely be targeted.

In this way, Cronus would possess the sky and the sea. The earth, after all, is a manifestation of Gaia's body, so Cronus would probably leave it for last, but he would most likely not let it go either.

Metis, the goddess of wisdom, easily foresaw this future situation, which made her expression very serious.

"I must return to the ocean," Metis said. "I fear the Father God may not be able to handle it and may inadvertently make the wrong decision."

Prometheus nodded and said, "Indeed. Cronus has been lying low for too long. Now that he has suddenly shown his strength, the Titans are probably a little flustered. Your return will bring more peace to the ocean."

Metis nodded, looked at Prometheus, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "Then I'll be going now."

Before Prometheus could even react, the blush on her neck began to spread to her face. She turned around, trying to appear calm, but her departing figure looked somewhat stiff.

Even Metis herself didn't know why she felt so awkward in front of Prometheus, but whenever she saw those deep, gentle eyes, she couldn't help but recall what Oceanus had told her:

"You're going to marry Prince Prometheus sooner or later, so it's good to get to know him beforehand."

Will I have to marry him sooner or later?

Metis thought to himself, and found that he was not actually resisting it.

Especially considering that her thoughts and the other person's thoughts always seemed to overlap so much, she even felt...

Such a husband doesn't seem so bad; at least he's not so stupid that people can't communicate with him.

Realizing what he was thinking, Metis's face turned even redder, and his steps became more hurried as he left.

Prometheus was unable to appreciate the goddess's shy expression. He continued to gaze in the direction of the sacred mountain, using the laws of prophecy to make a slight deduction, and a look of sudden realization appeared in his eyes.

"It seems the time I've been waiting for is almost here."

"Rhea, don't let me down. Whether I can completely suppress Zeus before he is born depends on you."

……

Rhea, on whom Prometheus had placed high hopes, was completely unaware of what the future held, and she was utterly devastated.

Just moments ago, Cronus, right in front of her, cruelly swallowed Hestia, whom she had cherished and loved for hundreds of years.

Hestia's heart-wrenching screams caused Rhea pain so intense it felt like her heart was bleeding.

She desperately tried to stop him, but Cronus easily subdued her. Rhea could only watch helplessly, a heart-wrenching experience for a loving mother.

Rhea collapsed to her knees in anguish, large tears streaming from her eyes. She trembled violently, too heartbroken to utter a single word.

What disgusted her most was that Cronus, who had caused her so much pain, actually pretended to help her up after swallowing Hestia whole.

Rhea abruptly shook off Kronos's hand, looking at him as if he were a monster.

Faced with Rhea's resistance, Cronus showed no impatience whatsoever; in fact, the king of gods even displayed a helpless expression.

"Rhea, my goddess, my beloved, the children are not dead, they have simply moved on to another form to be with us."

Cronus spoke slowly, his voice utterly sincere: "I know you love me so much, and you certainly wouldn't want me to be tormented by the curse, would you?"

"Rhea, you're just too emotional right now. Once you calm down, you'll understand me."

Looking at the God-King gazing at her with such sincerity, Rhea suddenly felt that this face, which she had once loved so dearly, was so unfamiliar.

So unfamiliar that she felt a deep-seated fear.