Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

Regarding these two viewpoints, Kanas leans more towards the first one.

Even with the blessing of the God King Experience Card, He could only discern the rule system belonging to a single world from this spacetime rift.

Unless all the rule systems of those other worlds are the same and have been merged together, this situation is absolutely impossible.

As for the second one....

Canas dared not think in that direction.

If Pandora, or rather the powerful beings of that world, can manipulate gods at will—not just their bodies, but also their souls and memories—then what difference is there between them and ants in the eyes of the other?

If that's the case, then everything they did before has become a joke.

This means that these so-called "high and mighty" great gods are actually just playthings for people to hunt and have fun with.

At that moment, Kanas suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, Cronus did not spread the news of the spacetime rift; only the high-ranking gods of the entire Chaos world knew about it.

If this news were to spread... Kanas seriously doubted whether the order of the Chaos world would collapse.

"How about it? The world looks different to you now, doesn't it?"

Kronos watched Kanas quietly, and upon seeing the expression on the other's face, he couldn't help but smile.

"Watch carefully and learn well. Unless death comes upon me or the authority of the God-King departs from me, you will be protected by time forever."

In an instant, the divine power emanating from Cronus surged, forming a silver-gray mark on the back of Kanas's right hand.

It was the pendulum hand of a clock, a pattern that Kanas barely managed to find by searching his memories of his past life.

After doing all this, Kronos didn't say another word or give any more instructions to Kanas. He simply walked into the spacetime rift in his Titan form.

The moment Cronus stepped into the crevice, the borrowed divine authority within Kanas suddenly dissipated.

That brief experience of being a god-king came to a complete end.

Kanas subconsciously looked up and stared intently at the dark rift that was gradually engulfing the figure of the God-King.

Whether it was an illusion caused by his tense mind or not, just before Cronus's body completely disappeared into the rift, he clearly caught a fleeting but incredibly brilliant glimmer of light that flashed past his body.

That fluctuation was all too familiar, etched into the very essence of every Chaos god—

That is the rhythm of the resonance of authority and the celebration of the origin of the world. It is a unique phenomenon that only occurs when a god breaks through the shackles and a new divine personality is born!

Kanas's pupils contracted slightly, and a thunderclap exploded in his heart.

He wasn't mistaken!

At the very moment that Cronus went to conquer another world, a completely new godhood was born out of thin air!

[Resistance]!

This is the supreme divine status that belongs exclusively to Cronus at this moment.

He was no longer a prisoner of power and status, nor was he the god-king Chaos who feared the prophecy of upheaval.

From this day forward, He is the God of Rebellion.

Resist fate, resist prophecy, resist foreign enemies.

As the turbulent currents in the rift grew increasingly violent, completely engulfing Kronos's figure, the passage between the two worlds slowly calmed down, and the previously restless power of the rules returned to silence.

As Kanas gazed at the dark and silent rift in spacetime, his mind was already made up.

The Cronus who has entered this other world is completely different from the god-king who was trapped by fate in the past.

As endless thoughts surged and intertwined, the corners of Kanas's lips involuntarily turned up slightly.

He couldn't explain where this smile came from; it was from shock, realization, or heartfelt emotion.

But He knew perfectly well what this divine essence, born against all odds before the end of destiny and during the cross-dimensional expedition, truly meant.

Since time immemorial, Cronus has been imprisoned by fate, bound by reincarnation, and shackled by the future, struggling, suspicious, fearful, and maneuvering within his predetermined destiny throughout his life.

He resisted fate, yet was trapped in its cage.

He feared upheaval, yet he could never escape the inevitable fate of his descendants usurping power.

At this moment, when He completely relinquished His throne, cast aside His obsessions, no longer feared His destiny, and no longer submitted to the predetermined future, the will of the Chaos world finally responded to His eternal struggle.

A completely new concept of divinity, one that belongs exclusively to Cronus, was born.

And He was the witness personally appointed and recognized by Cronus.

"Honestly, he still has to put on airs like a god-king before leaving. He could have just said what he wanted to say."

"What witness? You just want me to know that you have never given in."

Kanas looked at the spacetime rift that had returned to a calm state, but did not leave. Instead, he stared at it intently.

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He returned to his previous normal state.

One year...two years.

As time slowly passed, Cronus never appeared again.

But the mark He left on Canas has not disappeared, which indicates that Cronus is not dead.

this is a good news.

After waiting quietly for several years, Kanas left Tartarus.

In the time that follows, He will travel to the Temple of the King of Gods on Mount Otyrus to fulfill His duty as a protector.

In addition, He should also develop His own divinity and find a way to enhance His own strength.

While a mid-level divine power is already quite impressive, it ultimately cannot be considered a true powerhouse; one can only protect oneself but cannot influence the course of events.

Therefore, Kanas began to try every means to improve his strength.

From the moment he entered the Temple of the God-King, Kanas had focused his energy on developing his divine nature and fulfilling his divine duties.

Since Kronos left, Kanas felt that something seemed wrong with his condition.

It's not the negative issues, but rather an awkward state of being stuck in some in-between level.

Ever since Kanas witnessed Cronus's redemption and transformation, he felt as if he himself had undergone some kind of transformation.

Of course, it is also possible that the brief divine authority brought Him an elevation.

But Canas is more inclined to believe that it was the former that brought it.

After witnessing that scene, Kanas felt that his mind and body were greatly shocked.

That kind of deity that defies fate and predetermined outcomes is, in His view, more like a symbol of some kind of miracle.

His body also seems to have undergone some kind of change because of this "miracle".

If I had to put it in words, it would be like a difficult childbirth.

He could sense that he seemed to be nurturing a new godhood.

However, this divine essence is still just one step away from being fully formed, which is why it is stuck in this in-between state.