Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

There are many ways to develop divinity in the Chaos world.

Most deities gradually accumulate their understanding and experience in applying their divine status by fulfilling their divine duties, thereby perfecting their divine status step by step and developing multiple subordinate divine statuses.

This method is relatively stable; it's the kind of stability where even if you sleep soundly every day, your body is still working hard to do things for you.

The downside is that it takes too much time, but for the Titans with infinite lifespans, this downside doesn't seem to be considered a downside.

Therefore, this method gradually became the mainstream development method for the Titans of the Chaos world.

Kanas, however, used a different method.

This method involves stimulating the body with external force.

This stimulation could be a fierce battle, drawing inspiration from the fight to develop a new divine nature, or it could be a shortcut, such as forging divine artifacts to enhance one's understanding of divine nature, thereby indirectly increasing the possibility of creating a divine nature.

Clearly, the artifact [Charybdis] successfully helped Kanas awaken a new divine status.

"The artifact is complete, and my intermediate divine power has been upgraded. I don't have much to deal with in the coming days. How about we take a trip to Tartarus?"

The saying "stillness breeds restlessness" perfectly describes Canas today.

From birth to the present, Kanas is only a little over six hundred years old, less than seven hundred years old. Of that, he spent a full six hundred years in seclusion in the temple, which is almost his entire divine life.

Therefore, Canas will definitely not be idle in the time to come.

Furthermore, the current world of Chaos is vastly different from the one in His past life, causing Him to feel a strange sense of unease and urgency.

Feeling this way, Kanas was filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the spacetime rift and the world it represented.

Although His father and grandfather did not want Him to set foot in such a dangerous place, Kanas wanted to witness the spacetime rift with his own eyes.

And if possible, He also hopes to encounter a being from another world, thereby obtaining information about that other world.

Thinking about this, Kanas felt increasingly restless.

So He took Charybdis with him, transformed back into his original form, and flew towards Tartarus as a gentle breeze.

————A dividing line across the world

At the same moment, on the other side of the spacetime rift.

This place lacks the vastness and grandeur of the Chaos world; the aura of rules is so faint as to be almost nonexistent. Only in certain specific locations can the fluctuations of rules be faintly revealed.

Somewhere in Europe.

An ancient castle, weathered by time, extravagantly luxurious yet exuding a deathly silence, stands alone deep in the forest.

The interior of the ancient castle was deep and dark, with flickering candlelight that stretched the surrounding shadows into long and distorted shapes. The air was filled with a strong sense of magical power and the solemn atmosphere of a ritual.

In the very center of the hall, a neat five-pointed star magic circle shone brightly, its scarlet patterns intertwined and flowing with ancient and mysterious unknown power. The aura of rules at the center of the magic circle vibrated, and the energy it exuded was quite complex and chaotic.

Around the magic circle, dozens of humans wearing black cloaks and hoods stood in neat rows, hands clasped together, heads bowed, chanting scriptures.

Their breathing was deep and their expressions were devout; every incantation they uttered sounded like celestial scripture.

But it seems that it was also because of these incantations that their voices echoed in the empty hall, layer upon layer, constantly surging and amplifying, causing the fluctuations of the rules in the center of the magic circle to become increasingly agitated.

On a high platform not far away, an elderly man with gray hair but a straight posture stood still, his wolf-like eyes fixed on the magic circle that was in operation.

"It's almost here! It's almost here! I can already smell it, that aura unique to the disobedient gods!"

As the fluctuations of the rule-based aura at the center of the magic circle became more pronounced, Woban's expression clearly became excited and greedy.

As the oldest known god-killer in the world, Marquis Woban was obsessed with killing disobedient gods and plundering the powers that belonged exclusively to the gods from them.

He has now hunted down ten gods and plundered one power from each of them as his own.

And now, His eleventh prey is about to take the bait!

Just as Marquis Woban was anticipating what kind of powerful god his eleventh prey would be, the magic circle suddenly burst forth with a burst of intense light, followed by a biting, cold wind that swept through the hall.

As the eerie wind blew, the figures standing around fell one after another, losing their life force almost instantly.

The light and shadow at the center of the formation began to distort violently, and three ancient, dark, and mysterious phantoms slowly condensed and took shape from the cracks in space and time.

They were born with white hair and strangely aged faces. The three of them stood separately, but shared a single eye and a single sharp tooth.

They are the Grey Sisters, originating from ancient Greek mythology and symbolizing cruelty, terror, and violence.

"Damn it! Why these three guys?!"

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Marquis Woban's previously excited and greedy expression instantly changed, replaced by a deep-seated disdain and dissatisfaction.

As the oldest god-killer, Sasha Dejansdar Voban is also the most learned among all god-killers.

His nearly three hundred years of age brought him extensive knowledge and the richest wisdom of an elder.

Even though it was the first time he had seen the deity before him, Marquis Woban could guess from her distinctive shared eyes and her old-woman-like appearance that she must be the three Glaeae sisters from Greek mythology.

These three sisters, though nominally goddesses, are actually among the weakest of all the gods in terms of overall strength.

Especially in mythological history, these three sisters were even threatened by Perseus, who was only a demigod at the time, and guided him to the River Styx.

If the other party had even a slightly stronger ability, we wouldn't have been bullied like that.

Therefore, Marquis Woban's mood naturally soured considerably upon summoning such a weak deity.

After all, he had accumulated nearly ten years of resources and cultivated a large number of promising talents and priestesses for this ceremony, which was how he successfully held the summoning ceremony.

"Fine, he's a god after all. I hope you three won't disappoint me too much, or I'll really lose out big time."