Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

The blue sea stretches endlessly, and the wind howls fiercely.

The wind wall surrounding the karst island remains unchanged since ancient times, with fierce air currents crisscrossing and tearing apart countless sea beasts and creatures that dare to approach. It is always shrouded in a murderous aura, without exception.

Kanas leaned against the cliff, a white toga draped over him, silently gazing down at the sea monster struggling on the surface.

As he had anticipated, the next second a gale swept in, crushing the ignorant creature into bloody foam, which then vanished into the vast blue sea.

That is indeed the case.

The foolish sea monster was torn to pieces by the gale almost the instant it stepped into the water.

Watching the sea monster being torn to pieces by the gale, Kanas suddenly felt a wave of disgust.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he thought the scene in front of him was too bloody.

What he resented was the raging wind that symbolized destruction and violent devastation.

For decades, he remained alone on the island, and the wind blowing from the cliff top was his only solace during his long and lonely years.

He preferred the feeling of standing against the wind, and cherished the gentle breeze and tranquility on his face.

The wisps of wind that brushed past his body never roared wildly, nor did they tear anything apart; they only carried the coolness of the mountains and seas, soothing the confusion and loneliness in his heart.

This is the kind of wind he likes.

There must be another side to the wind!

Although Kanas didn't know what it was, he was absolutely certain.

At the same time, a clear obsession slowly rose in his heart.

He glimpsed death.

For him, death was not frightening.

What he feared most was that his demise would bring endless pain to the Father God.

Euryth treated him with utmost tenderness, giving his all, and for decades he carefully protected him and tirelessly sought him out; his love was pure and profound.

He clearly remembered falling off a cliff when he was young, and his usually gentle father lost his composure and shed tears for the first time.

If I were to completely perish, that gentle god of the east wind would surely be heartbroken.

Unable to control his own destiny or ensure his immortality, he wanted to leave a sliver of solace and a thought for his father, so that even if he lost him in the future, he could find some comfort and not grieve too much.

With his mind made up, Kanas sat cross-legged on a stubborn rock at the top of the cliff, lost in thought for a long time without moving.

One day, two days, three days...

For months on end, Kanas sat motionless atop the cliff, not moving an inch.

Hunger requires no food, weariness requires no sleep; his demigod body allows him to cast aside worldly constraints and immerse himself entirely in thought.

The relentless winds swept across the entire island day and night, and also relentlessly battered Kanas's mind.

He saw the true nature of the wind more clearly than ever before.

The winds of Boreas are a biting cold that freezes everything.

The winds of Notos from the south are restless and rampant, carrying with them torrential rain.

The wind of Zephyrus is unpredictable and ever-changing.

The east wind of Father God Euros, though the gentlest of the four seasons, still carries the rigid rules of the cycle of time, never showing the slightest leniency or tenderness.

The four wind gods control the monsoons of the four directions and govern all the winds in the world.

But in Canas's view, these winds were too harsh, too cruel...

The wind shouldn't be like this.

Or rather, it shouldn't all be like this.

Canas was gentle by nature; he cherished the tranquility of a gentle breeze on his face, and thus developed a pure and unwavering devotion:

He wants all living beings in the world to feel a gentle breeze, to be soothed and healed by it.

Moreover, he hoped that this breeze could soothe the pain his father was inflicting on him by his death.

It's that simple an idea.

He began to try to mobilize his divine power to interfere with the surrounding airflow, attempting to reshape the form of the wind and create the gentle breeze in his heart.

Demigods also possess divine power, but compared to orthodox gods, their foundation is weak and their power is feeble.

The power of Kanas comes entirely from the gifts of the Father God.

Over the decades, Oros spared no effort, repeatedly tempering his body with divine power, gently transforming his own divine power and settling it within his body, turning it into a unique foundation of power unique to him.

A pale blue light flowed slowly from his body, gently protruding and steadily intercepting a swirling gust of wind at the top of the cliff.

Wind is colorless and formless, and is difficult to discern with the naked eye.

By relying on the life essence of a demigod, Kanas could clearly see the core of the airflow.

—It was a dark, murky green current, churning with a dense aura of violence and destruction, filled with a brutality that could destroy everything.

Looking at the core of the wind, Kanas felt a sense of doubt.

He had heard the Father God reveal the rules of Chaos, the heavens and the earth.

The birth of every natural phenomenon in the world corresponds to the birth of a primordial god.

Pontus was born from the ocean, Uranus from the sky, and Gaia from the earth. Everything in heaven and earth represents the authority held by the primordial gods.

However, Kanas had never heard of the god who symbolized "wind".

The father god Euros and others are not wind gods; their symbolic origin is the direction of the wind, and they have little to do with the wind itself.

The question is, if there is no wind god, then how did the thing called "wind" come into existence?

The primordial god born from such a dangerous and fierce gale could not possibly be an unknown figure.

But he had never heard the Father God mention it.

The secrets within are currently impossible to uncover.

Kanas suppressed his doubts and focused all his attention on the transformation in front of him.

His original intention has always been simple and pure.

He wanted to create a gentle breeze to soothe all things, and he also wanted this breeze to remain in the world to accompany and comfort his lonely father after his death.

"I hope that this breeze will bring comfort and solace to life, just as I imagine."

With a soft murmur in his heart, Kanas began to carefully peel away the violent power deep within the wind core.

This step is harder than climbing to heaven.

Even the slightest breeze, even the mere stripping away of a trace of destructive energy, was as heavy as moving mountains and filling seas for him, a demigod.

The violent power in the wind has long been integrated with the source of the airflow, seemingly without roots or support, but in fact firmly restraining the essence of the wind.

Fortunately, when Oros tempered his body, he was extremely generous, pouring out his original divine power to build up his foundation, making his base far superior to that of ordinary demigods. This allowed him to barely withstand the backlash of the transformation and fall before the game even began.

Little by little, bit by bit...

The dark green, violent aura was slowly drawn away and dissipated.

The next moment, the turbulent gust of wind in his hand completely lost its dark color and transformed into a clear and transparent stream of air, gentle and light.

A childlike joy and anticipation flickered in Kanas's eyes.

"Next, I'll inject my own essence..."

He was quietly invigorated, his mind becoming increasingly clear, unaware of the subtle changes that were taking place within him.

Unknown forces and rules stimulated his soul, divine power, and life essence, causing his previously dormant power to awaken, become active, and expand.

His mind became increasingly sharp, his spirit increasingly clear, and his hands, which controlled power, became increasingly agile and free.

The next moment, Kanas no longer hesitated and unleashed all his inner strength.

With a gentle and pure soul as its core, the vast and profound essence of demigod life as its substrate, and decades of pure divine power as its fuel, all of it was poured into that transparent stream of air.

The transparent airflow slowly transforms, taking on a warm, light green hue, gently swirling and full of life.

The wind surged and spread rapidly, growing from the size of a palm to quickly cover the entire cliff top, transforming into a gentle wind barrier that steadily isolated the howling winds from the outside, blocking out all the violence and carnage.

Inside the cliff top, a gentle breeze blows, and all is peaceful and serene.

As the last wisp of soul and divine power was poured in, Kanas's physical body suddenly lost all support.

His body slowly etherealized and disintegrated, turning into fine dust that drifted away with the wind, completely dissolving into the gentle wind domain he had created with his own hands.

The first gentle breeze that soothes all things was born in the world of Chaos.