Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

"Pandora! You bastard!"

The instant he was forcibly pushed away from the pure white space, Kanas clearly sensed the expulsive force surging through the laws of space.

Although He sensed it, unfortunately, the dominion over this pure white space was entirely in Pandora's hands.

Even though he was a Titan god of moderate divine power who held the authority over the wind and the desert, Kanas was still unable to contend with him and could only let a gentle but irresistible force expel him.

This feeling of powerlessness is hardly pleasant.

Otherwise, the mild-mannered Kanas would never have opened his mouth to curse Pandora.

Even a god like me has his pride!

It's so embarrassing to talk about being kicked out by you!

Before his anger had subsided, Kanas suddenly felt as if his body had entered some kind of anchor point.

Then He opened His eyes.

The once boundless, pure white world has vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep and vast primeval forest.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches and trunks twisting and turning, their layers of leaves obscuring the heavens, and dim light and shadow flickering in the forest.

A strange, distinct aura of rules, quite different from the Chaos system, wafted over me.

However, the aura of laws here is alarmingly thin, far less than one percent of that in the Chaos God Realm. The unique order and rules of this other world constantly rub against His divine body.

Kanas only felt a slight stagnation in the divine power flowing through his body, and his authority was also subject to some resistance.

Although He did not need to breathe, He felt a sense of suffocation and discomfort, like a fish swimming in a vast ocean suddenly falling into shallow water.

Kanas frowned slightly.

If all the disobedient gods who descend to another world feel the same suffocating sensation as He did, then those hot-tempered and easily angered fellows would probably have already begun to vent their rage.

But Kanas's personality was such that even though the current environment made him feel very uncomfortable, he was still able to erase the irritation in his heart.

He noticed that he was in a forest.

Around Him, a circle of figures silently circled.

The clothing style of this group was completely different from that of the Greek gods and Egyptian pantheons that Kanas had seen in this lifetime.

However, thanks to his memories from his previous life, Kanas could see that the clothing worn by these people had a strong ancient oriental charm, with flowing robes and cloud patterns embroidered on the fabric, exuding a simple and grand aura.

"Hmm...it's very beautiful..."

After carefully examining the pattern, Kanas gave it high praise.

In the world of Chaos where He resides, clothing is practically nonexistent. It's all about Toga, Toga. Even goddesses can wear skirts or something, but the styles of clothing worn by these male gods hardly ever change.

At most, it'll just be like his cheap third uncle, just a different color or something.

"Welcome, unfamiliar deity."

"If you're interested in the clothes my men are wearing, I can arrange to send you a set."

Just as Kanas was observing the clothes on the humans below, a clear, cold, and authoritative voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, before Kanas could say anything, the surrounding crowd spontaneously parted to make way, leaving a clearing in the middle of the forest.

A graceful figure slowly emerged from the depths of the dense forest.

The woman wore a light blue wide-sleeved Taoist robe, and her long, dark hair was loosely tied up and secured with only an antique jade hairpin.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful and serene, her skin was fair and radiant, and her eyes and brows did not possess the malevolent aura that the three Grei sisters described as belonging exclusively to god-killers. Instead, they contained a distant and majestic aura that looked down upon all living beings.

Judging from his aura, the person before him was merely a mortal, without a trace of divinity.

But His soul kept reminding Him that this human could pose a deadly threat to Him!

【Godslayer.....】

Kanas opened his mouth, intending to ask about the other person's identity.

But unexpectedly, the moment He opened His mouth, a voice that sounded ancient, profound, and extremely majestic rang out from His throat.

"??"

Kanas instinctively touched his throat.

How come... His throat has become a god? He can even speak on his own?

【O son of gods and men, Epimetheus, why have you awakened me from mythology? And branded me with the label of disobedience?】

Do you not know that the wrath of the gods can destroy heaven and earth?

Do you intend to use the lives of countless others as resources to advance your own power?

(The gods are out in the world, yet they exude an air of superiority.)

After groping around for a while, Kanas couldn't find anything wrong with his body. The sound didn't seem to come from his throat, but rather seemed to come directly from his body.

Therefore, the current situation is:

Kanas was rubbing his throat, completely bewildered, but the majestic and profound divine voice within him was playing a monologue as if it were on autoplay.

"....."

Clearly, even the human woman standing opposite Kanas couldn't stand Kanas's actions. Her lips twitched slightly, and her gaze unconsciously shifted away from Kanas.

Clearly, this is a case of the uniquely human sympathy of "embarrassment for others."

"Ahem!"

To be fair, when it comes to shamelessness, Kanas possesses a god-like level of defensive power.

"Hello, human from another world. I am Kanas, the wind god of the Chaos world, a symbol of redemption, wisdom, and the desert."

"Pandora said you wanted to summon a gentle god who wasn't good at fighting, so I came here at her invitation, and also to learn about the customs and culture of another world."

This time, it was Canas himself who was speaking.

As a wind god who is not good at fighting, Kanas does not want to lose a part of his authority and power while competing for the third generation of god-king.

Therefore, when faced with the god-killer from another world, He still hopes to resolve the issue in a way other than fighting.

"Kanas? You are Kanas? Kanas, the god-king symbolizing natural disasters and eternity?!"

Upon hearing Canas's self-introduction, Luo Hao's expression instantly turned to shock.

"No, you should be Kanas from the early Greek mythology, if he merely symbolized the wind, even before he became the third generation of gods."

"But this is for the best. In your early days, you were the gentlest Titan, the true god of salvation."

However, she quickly came to her senses and analyzed Kanas's current timeline based on his self-introduction.

"Excuse me, I was rude."

"My name is Luo Hao, and I am an ordinary human being."

"The main reason I summoned you here is to ask you for a favor."

After figuring out Canas's identity, Luo Hao's cold expression completely disappeared, replaced by the peace and composure typical of someone in a position of power.