Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

There is no wind at the top of the cliff, and it is peaceful by itself.

As the last wisp of dust settled with the wind, this desolate cliff of the karst island was completely severed from the raging world outside.

Outside, the seas still raged, the winds still howled, and the wind walls still lashed out fiercely. It was still the same cold, violent, and destructive world of Chaos.

Yet, on the small patch of land atop the cliff, a gentle breeze blows softly, and the sound of the waves from outside becomes gentle, as if it were a pure land independent of heaven and earth.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no thunderous divine power, only a light green breeze gently enveloping the entire cliff top, flowing quietly.

But if there are gods here, they will be able to discover it.

Something seems to be brewing within this.

The dormant will of the Chaos world has quietly awakened at this moment.

An invisible and intangible gaze gently falls upon a remote karst island on the vast ocean, its movements so gentle and cautious that it does not disturb any god or rule in the world.

His gaze was filled with obvious joy and favoritism.

For the still immature and constantly improving world of Chaos, the birth of every new authority and the completion of every imperfection can inject new vitality into the origin of the world, making the rules more and more perfect.

These pioneering and transformative powers that give rise to new eras have always been most favored by the world's will.

Under this gentle blessing of heaven and earth, at the center of the cliff top, the core of the breeze, forged by Kanas's complete soul, profound life essence, and pure demigod power, began to slowly condense, reshape, and sublimate.

The originally diffuse, fleeting, and elusive light green breeze gradually contracted, condensed, and became more regular, completely shedding its loose and illusory airflow and settling into a profound, constant, and eternal quality unique to the original authority.

A brand-new divine essence, translucent and clear, shimmering with a faint light green glow, slowly took shape in the air.

It is not large, does not look dazzling, and does not have a strong presence, but without a doubt, it is a divine object symbolizing the primordial god.

————【Gentle Breeze Divinity】

The moment the divine essence was formed, the wind in the entire world of Chaos suddenly stopped.

The cold north wind, the torrential south wind, the westerly wind, and the monsoon from the east—all the violent air currents from all directions, spanning thousands of miles, suddenly came to a standstill.

Above the sky, the Temple of the Wind God stood solemn and silent.

Oros, who was sitting upright in the temple, faithfully performing his divine duties and maintaining the rotation of the seasons, suddenly froze, his mind reeling.

As the primordial god who governs the monsoon of a region, His perception of the wind veins of heaven and earth far surpasses that of all other gods. At this moment, a wisp of energy that pierces through mountains and seas and connects heaven and earth surges straight into the depths of His divine soul along countless wind veins.

Familiar, warm, clean, and pure, with a touch of clumsy yet stubborn tenderness, it is etched into His marrow and soul.

It's the scent of Kanas.

Absolutely not wrong.

"Kanas..."

Oros murmured softly, his gentle voice trembling slightly.

An overwhelming sense of panic and foreboding swept over him, causing even the usually calm and composed God of the East Wind to tremble uncontrollably at his fingertips.

He clearly sensed that on the karst island, the tender and vibrant life force that had accompanied him for decades had completely dissipated and returned to nothingness.

At the same time, a brand new, immature, yet deeply rooted primordial divine position is slowly rising on that isolated island.

The divine breath was gentle and unfamiliar, yet it shared the same bloodline as His and was inextricably linked.

On one side is the death and extinction of flesh and blood, and on the other side is the vigorous rebirth of gods.

Contradictory and bizarre, yet perfectly harmonious, it reveals the profound mystery of life, death, and transformation.

Euros could no longer sit in the temple; he abandoned all divine duties and rules.

A sudden easterly wind arose around him, tearing through layers of clouds and transforming into a streak that stretched across the sky, hurtling toward the eastern sea.

Karst Island is located directly east of the temple, a place He specially chose for Kanas, so that He could watch over Kanas from afar every day with the east wind and protect his safety.

But today, the pure land He personally chose has undergone an unexpected change.

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At this moment, the cliff top is calm and peaceful, with a constant breeze.

The primordial divine core, suspended in mid-air and flowing, was completely stabilized. With a gentle tremor, a hazy yet incredibly clear consciousness slowly awakened.

The soul was still Kanas's soul, only it had become exceptionally powerful.

This time, he completely shed his frail mortal body, broke free from the shackles of demigod, and became a god.

The essence of a deity is its divine nature.

The divine status of the primordial god symbolizes a part of the world and cannot be destroyed by external forces.

This is the supreme and noble origin of the primordial god.

The Primordial Divinity carries the authority of Heaven and Earth, is rooted in the origin of the world, and is one with the world.

The world will never perish, and the origin will never die.

From this day forward, he is the breeze, and the breeze is him.

"This feeling is so strange..."

The gentle breeze emitted a faint glow, a natural phenomenon caused by fluctuations in Kanas's soul.

In Kanas's current perception, his consciousness is reflected wherever the wind blows throughout the world.

The biting cold of the north wind, the restlessness of the south wind, the drifting of the west wind, the rigidity of the east wind—all the rhythms of the wind, the changes in air currents, and the myriad ways in which all things are disturbed by the wind—are clearly reflected in his soul, without omission.

"Father God..."

A hazy, gentle wind consciousness arose, its tone tender.

He clearly sensed that the familiar, warm breath of the east wind was crossing thousands of miles of ocean, rushing towards him at high speed.

The streaks of light on the horizon arrive in an instant.

Oros's figure suddenly landed on the cliff top, his usually gentle and smiling eyes now filled with panic, fear and disorientation.

He looked around the empty cliff top with a hurry. The strange rocks were still there, the sea breeze was still there, but he could no longer find Toga in his white dress, nor could he see the figure of the boy who waited for him to return every day in the wind.

Only the gentle breeze lingers around me, clinging to me tenderly, as if it were a sign of affection or a comforting presence.

A gentle breeze lightly brushed against his furrowed brows and trembling fingertips.

Gentle and obedient, just like before, the young children and teenagers nestled in his arms.

In the gentle breeze, pure and tender feelings flow slowly, silently conveying peace and well-being.

Oros stood frozen in place, his mind reeling. After a long while, his throat tightened, and with a trembling voice filled with disbelief, he whispered:

"Kanas...you've...become a god?"

As a legitimate deity, He saw through the true nature of the pale green divine spark in the sky at a glance.

That is the noblest and rarest primordial deity.

On this tender yet unique primordial spirit of the breeze, the soul belonging to Kanas is clearly and completely imprinted.

"Um....."

Kanas's voice rang out, somewhat clumsy, and also showing the embarrassment of being caught doing something wrong by his parents.

He did not know how he became a god.

In His memory, He only remembered that He was preparing a gift for the Father God, and as a result, He inexplicably became a high and mighty god.

"Okay...okay..."

Euros wept with joy.

He never imagined that his son would become a god through his own efforts, and a primordial god just like himself.