Greece: I am the master of destiny!

Rhea looked at the entrance to the underworld before her and couldn't help but hesitate.

Although she had now completely seen through Cronus's true nature and wanted to rebel, she never expected that she would ultimately have to seek help from Prometheus.

The thought of how she had mocked Prometheus so much in the past, and now having to come to him for help, made Rhea feel a little embarrassed.

If Gaia hadn't insisted, Rhea wouldn't have been able to come here. In her view, although Prometheus had the ability to see the future thanks to his prophetic powers, he could only see it and didn't have the ability to change it.

He saw Uranus being overthrown by his son, but in the end, Uranus was overthrown anyway.

In this matter, He merely saw it before the gods and took advantage of His prophetic abilities to gain a little advantage.

Can someone like that really help her solve this problem?

Why did Gaia so revere this prophetic god?

Rhea couldn't understand it; even though she was standing outside the underworld, she still didn't know whether she should go in or not.

Looking at that pitch-black river, she felt an instinctive fear. The terrifying "death" she had experienced was an experience that no Titan who had gone through it wanted to recall again, and Rhea was no exception.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he has developed psychological trauma.

Just as Rhea hesitated, unable to make a decision, a golden figure slowly appeared on the dark Styx River.

It was a goddess who looked about five or six years old, with a pair of small golden wings on her back that kept radiating light.

Rhea recognized her; she was Nike, the goddess of victory summoned by Prometheus during the war against the heavens.

As Rhea watched helplessly as the goddess of victory approached her, she saw the goddess bow respectfully and say in a childish voice, "Your Highness, Queen Rhea, my lord is waiting for you in the underworld."

As she spoke, the little goddess led the way for Rhea. Seeing this, Rhea took a deep breath and finally, without hesitation, entered the underworld.

Then she discovered that Prometheus was already waiting for her.

"Your Highness, you look much more haggard," Prometheus said, as if to avoid embarrassing Rhea.

Rhea tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said calmly, "You probably already knew what was going to happen, which is why you warned me like that before, right?"

"That's right," Prometheus nodded, "but unfortunately, it seems you haven't grasped what I meant."

Rhea nodded, her eyes filled with bitterness: "I found out too late. By the time I learned the true nature of Kronos, I had already lost my two children."

"And what I don't know is how long this torment will last?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously reached out and touched her flat stomach. There was no sign of life there, but Rhea had already felt the pain.

If the child is to be given to His father to eat, then Rhea would rather the child not be born.

But unfortunately, this is impossible.

Whether it was Gaia's blessing of fertility or Cronus's desire to maintain the authority of the god-king, as the queen of the gods, she would certainly continue to bear children.

This is the root of Rhea's current suffering.

That's also why she sought change.

Even for the sake of those unborn children, she was determined to end this suffering.

Listening to the Queen of the Gods' story, Prometheus earnestly replied, "Your Highness Rhea, I deeply sympathize with your plight. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Or rather, how would you like me to help you?"

Rhea looked at Prometheus, whose face was full of sincerity, but didn't know how to start the conversation.

She knew that Prometheus was actually asking her how she wanted to deal with Cronus.

The best way, of course, would be to simply make the curse come true, just like we did when dealing with the tyrannical Lord of the Sky, Uranus.

This is a predetermined fate; it's just a matter of when it will arrive.

After so many years of forbearance, Cronus is indeed incredibly powerful now, but even Uranus failed in the face of fate, let alone Cronus.

Krea felt a pang of reluctance.

Even though she had discovered Cronus's true colors, the care and companionship she had received over the years were genuine, and deep in her heart, there still remained a sliver of expectation that she herself refused to acknowledge.

She hoped that Cronus would change his mind and stop targeting those poor children.

Ultimately, Rhea's anger now stems from the anger of a mother, not from the anger of a wife.

Although Cronus had devoured Demeter and Hestia, he still cared deeply for her, and this concern prevented Rhea from making the decision to directly confront Cronus.

She still prefers to stop Cronus rather than destroy him.

After much deliberation, under Prometheus's gentle gaze, Rhea finally spoke cautiously:

"I want to stop Cronus from continuing to devour our children. I want the two children He has devoured to return to me."

"Is that all?" Prometheus asked, his voice calm, as if he were simply asking a question.

Rhea nodded.

She still had some feelings for Cronus after all.

"Your Highness Rhea, I warned you before, but unfortunately, just as you said, you discovered it too late."

"Now, I'll remind you one more time: do you really think you've truly seen through His Majesty the God-King?"

Upon hearing this, Rhea frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I understand your desire to leave some room for His Majesty the God-King, but do you think His Majesty the God-King will leave that room for you?"

Rhea's brow furrowed deeper. She didn't quite understand what Prometheus was saying, so she simply asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that your mercy towards others right now is cruelty towards yourself, Your Highness. Have you really thought this through?"

Rhea fell silent.

Prometheus's words were already very clear; this could no longer be called a hint, but a direct statement.

Kiria was ultimately reluctant to part with him.

She sighed deeply and said softly, "In the end, He was just forced by the curse. I resent Him, but I also understand Him."

"I don't want things to come to the point where we turn against each other, so God of Prophecy, you don't need to persuade me anymore. I just want to know how I can protect my child."

"You are truly a benevolent queen of the gods," Prometheus said with some emotion upon hearing this, but Rhea simply shook her head. However, the next moment, Prometheus changed the subject.

"Then, Your Highness, what price are you willing to pay to protect your child?"