Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

A gentle breeze blows, and all is silent.

The birth of the Primordial God is a joyous event worthy of celebration by the entire world.

All the gods sensed that something new had been born in the world they lived in.

【breeze】

Whether they were the Titans living in the divine court or the gods living on the earth, in the sea, or in the underworld, they all felt this gentle breeze that symbolized tenderness, comfort, and ease.

"A new primordial god has been born. Breeze? What a weak divine office!"

In the Titan court, a shirtless, muscular man with a thick beard sat on the throne, his face showing disdain.

At His feet lay a scythe, entirely black.

He is Cronus, the second-generation god-king of the Chaos world and the god of time.

As the king of the gods, Cronus had a greater control over the world than the other gods.

Furthermore, He highly values ​​His position as God-King and fears that a powerful god with an unclear stance might suddenly appear and threaten His position.

Fortunately, this newly born god does not wield any powerful authority.

A gentle breeze...hehe.

This thing's combat power is practically nonexistent!

If the primordial god who controls the "wind" were to appear, it might actually pose a certain threat to Him.

As for the breeze?

Cronus didn't take him seriously at all.

"Astroyos".

After a disdainful laugh, Cronus gave a command to Astraeus, the god of the stars, who was not far away.

"I have ascertained the identity of that newly born primordial god; he is the offspring of your child, the god of the east wind, Oros."

"Since he is your descendant and belongs to the lineage of the Wind God, you shall guide him to serve in the Divine Court."

As Cronus became the king of the gods for longer, his personality gradually became more violent, eccentric, and stubborn. Even the powerful god of the stars treated him like a lowly lackey.

"As you command, King of the Titans."

Astraeus glanced discreetly at the black scythe beside the throne, then a hint of apprehension flashed across his face.

His strength was already weaker than that of the god-king Cronus, and with that scythe added to the problem, his chances of defeating Cronus were even lower.

To avoid trouble, Astraeus had no choice but to respectfully accept the task.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, Kanas, who had just become a god, was forming his divine body under the guidance of his father, Euros.

As a deity, one's physical body is naturally different from that of mortals and demigods.

The body of a deity is composed entirely of divine power and divine authority.

Even the weakest divine power, if left to stand still and be attacked, cannot be harmed by demigods or beings below the demigod level.

This is the power of the gods!

Under Euros's guidance, Kanas began to actively absorb the large amount of light green breeze that had been transformed into his divine essence.

A gentle breeze suddenly gathered, and all the air on the cliff top converged, condensed, and unified towards the center of the void.

The light green light intertwined, wrapped around, and condensed in layers.

Amidst the swirling light, a slender and upright young figure slowly materialized from the gentle breeze.

It was still the same look that Oros knew so well, with gentle and clean eyes and delicate and soft features.

However, compared to before, Kanas has shed the weakness and immaturity of a mortal and transformed into the noble and dignified aura unique to gods.

My skin is much smoother than before.

Moreover, Kanas's hair changed from brown to blue.

A pure white Toga swayed gently in the wind, surrounded by a faint, light green halo.

Warm, comfortable, gentle, and pleasant.

This was the most intuitive adjective that Euros could think of after meeting Kanas.

As the last breath of wind entered his body, Kanas slowly opened his eyes.

The area under his eyes was also bluish, and his gaze was clear and sparkling.

He looked up and his first glance fell on Oros, who was staring blankly at him. A gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"Father God."

A gentle voice rang out, and as the divine body was reforged, Kanas's voice changed.

This is a voice that truly belongs to God, warm and clean, imbued with divine power. It sounds like a gentle breeze carrying warmth, drifting above the pure land atop the cliff.

Oros shuddered, his eyes instantly reddening.

He finally saw his child again.

It was not dissipating dust, not a fleeting breeze, not a suspended deity, but the real, living, and eternal Kanas standing right before him.

He stepped forward, raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's soft hair. His fingertips finally touched that warm and real divine body, peaceful, eternal, and within reach.

"My child..."

Oros's voice trembled slightly, concealing an undisguised sob.

"You're back."

.....

Becoming a god is undoubtedly a transformation from body to soul.

But to Kanas’s surprise, after becoming a god, bizarre and fantastical memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

In his memory, he had a new name, a new identity, and even the world he lived in was quite peculiar and strange.

Those things were completely unfamiliar, but strangely, Kanas could recall their names the moment he saw them.

【building】

【car】

【dad】

These words were quite new and unique to Kanas.

"Hmm... Is this my... past life?"

After integrating all the extra memories, Kanas was able to come up with the most reasonable summary based on the vocabulary in his mind.

His soul was incredibly powerful, and the flood of memories from his previous life over several decades did not place a heavy burden on him.

Since the underworld in this world does not have the concept of "reincarnation," Kanas can only describe the other person using the vocabulary he accumulated in his previous life.

Kanas accepted the existence of his past life in very little time.

In His view, no matter how colorful His past life was, it did not affect His present self in the slightest.

He is the god of the breeze in the world of Chaos, and is in charge of many divine functions such as gentleness, healing, and comfort.

At the same time, He was also the son of His own father, the god Euros.

However, perhaps some memories from his past life can help him to develop better in this world.

Concealing the hidden memories in his mind, Kanas began to share his journey to godhood with Euros.

Upon hearing that Kanas burned everything only to leave himself a memento, Euros's expression became very complicated.

It was only then that he realized just how fortunate a primordial god like himself truly was.

From birth, he has enjoyed the world's most prestigious treatment.

What you were born with, others have to pay with their lives to obtain.

Oros didn't want to concern himself with anything else.

But Canas is his own child!

"My dear Kanas, my child."

"Actually, I..."

When Oros was overcome with emotion and wanted to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden sound from outside.

"My most troublesome child, Oros, the one who commands the east wind, bring the newborn god of the breeze to meet me outside the island and hear the command of the god-king."