Greece: I am the master of destiny!

"Honorable Goddess of Wisdom, how have you been?"

Deep in the underworld, Prometheus looked at the pure white goddess before him and spoke with a smile.

Metis forced himself to maintain a dignified posture, nodded, but dared not look into Prometheus's deep eyes.

"Your Highness Prometheus, I have come to ask you for help with my sister Philura."

Metis, helping Philura forward, explained, "Princess Philura is pregnant with His Majesty the God-King's child. We wish to keep this child. Is that possible?"

As Metis uttered the question, a glimmer of hope rekindled in Philurai's eyes as she stared intently at Prometheus.

Then she heard Prometheus chuckle and say something that made her eyes widen:

"Of course, in fact, this child will not be targeted by Kronos."

As Prometheus spoke, Philyra was first taken aback, then could no longer contain her emotions and stepped forward excitedly: "Great prophetic god, Your Highness Prometheus, is what you say true? Can I really keep this child?"

"certainly."

Prometheus responded with a smile, but then seemed to remember something and hesitated to speak.

Ferrura was very perceptive and immediately noticed the unusual situation. She quickly asked, "Is there anything else you haven't said? Is it about the child? Please tell me, I beg you, I really want to keep this child."

As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened.

"Don't worry, the child will be fine, and Cronus won't harm Him, but..."

"Just what?"

When Philyra asked him a question, Prometheus gave an irrelevant answer:

"Do you know why Cronus wouldn't harm Him?"

Philura honestly shook her head. Cronus had clearly told her that he would not keep the child, but Prometheus said that the child would be fine. She was at a loss.

"Because only God can threaten His rule, and your child..." Prometheus paused here, "cannot be considered a god."

Philura and Metis were both taken aback.

Because of the creation frenzy hundreds of years ago, the gods created beings that were not gods, breaking the notion that only gods existed in this world.

but……

Since no two gods have ever come together to create a being that is not a god, even the goddess of wisdom, Metis, was at a loss at this moment.

"You don't need to know the reason. You just need to know that not being a god is not a bad thing, and appearances do not represent good or evil."

"Ferula, I have a piece of advice for you: before this child is born, you'd better think carefully about whether you love the child for who he is, or his identity or appearance."

Prometheus's voice was particularly meaningful. Metis keenly sensed something, looked at Philura's bulging belly, and frowned slightly.

Ferrura herself, on the contrary, remained bewildered and at a loss.

Prometheus did not continue to explain, but instead gazed gently at Philura, waiting for her to figure it out herself.

Even without using the laws of prophecy, Prometheus knew that Philyra would soon give birth to a child with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse.

This is the most famous, wisest, and kindest centaur in Greek mythology, and the teacher of countless demigod heroes—He is—

Chiron.

Cronus didn't devour the child out of greed; seeing that Chiron wasn't even a god, he naturally let him go.

Ferrura, on the other hand, could not accept this outcome.

As the first person to give birth to a non-divine being, Philyra suffered a tremendous psychological shock when faced with this strange, centaur-like newborn.

Some versions say she abandoned the child because she was extremely disgusted by his appearance; others say she simply felt immense shame and despair.

In short, regardless of which version of events is used, she ultimately prayed to the gods, begging to be transformed into any non-human form to escape reality.

King Cronus granted her request and transformed her into a linden tree.

Even long afterward, the Latin name for the linden tree still retained its name.

This is the legend of the "Linden Goddess" who escaped reality.

Prometheus did not want to see this kind and gentle goddess end up like this, so he spoke up to warn her.

Philyra may not understand now, but Prometheus knows that the goddess of wisdom must have already guessed something.

With Metis around, Philurai's fate would likely have been altered.

Prometheus's guess was indeed correct; Metis had already begun to tentatively enlighten Philus on their way back to the ocean.

Prometheus watched the two goddesses depart, a slight sigh escaping his lips.

Chiron is about to be born, so how far away can Zeus be?

Even with the underworld, Prometheus, who was already invincible, still felt some pressure facing this most powerful numerical monster in Greek history.

After thinking it over, He felt that the time was about right, so He went to the land of eternal night to seek an audience with the goddess of destiny, Ananke.

Anankh did not refuse His request to see Him, and unusually, he did not shroud Him in endless darkness.

When Prometheus saw her, she was dressed in a gorgeous yet light purple gauze dress, sitting languidly on a throne formed from the solidified night.

"You want to see me?"

Anan raised his head, his purple eyes openly scrutinizing the young man before him.

"Yes, Your Highness Ananke, I have something I would like to ask for your opinion on."

"Oh?" Ananke immediately became interested, looked up and gestured for Prometheus to come closer, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Prometheus walked in good spirits, but as soon as he got close, he discovered that Ananke's gauze dress was truly as light as a feather, and her graceful figure was as if it were exposed without any cover in front of him.

Prometheus looked away somewhat awkwardly, cleared his throat, and said, "I want to ask you, would you be willing to make this world more interesting, instead of remaining unchanged?"

Anan raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You want me, the predetermined fate, to cooperate with you in changing the destiny of the world?"

Prometheus, who was seen through at a glance, was not embarrassed. Instead, he nodded calmly.

But Anan didn't say whether he was willing or not. Instead, he brought up something else: "Have you forgotten what you still owe me? You have to pay back your debt before you ask me for help again."

Prometheus was taken aback, then his expression turned strange.

"You owe me three children, and you've only paid back two. When are you going to pay back the last one?" Anan asked casually, raising his eyes.

Prometheus awkwardly tried to explain, but before he could speak, Ananke reached out her delicate hand and hooked it around Prometheus's neck.

"I think today was pretty good."

As that flirtatious voice faded, Ananke's soft body coiled around him like a snake. Just as Prometheus was about to struggle, a hand reached for his lower abdomen.

Prometheus froze instantly, no longer daring to move.

Ananke chuckled softly, and to Prometheus's astonishment, she bent down and opened her rosy lips.

"Don't……"

Prometheus could only finish his sentence before he could no longer speak. The warm, moist touch made him shudder. Ananke let out a chuckle from his throat and then took a deep breath.

"hiss--"

Prometheus gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine. He reached out and touched the soft hair, unable to utter another word.