Greek Mythology: Starting with Becoming the God of the Breeze

The Temple of the Wind stands silent and solemn.

The pristine white marble palace stretches across the sky, majestic and magnificent, with countless blue wisps of wind swirling around the beams and pillars inside, flowing gently and eternally.

Throughout the entire karst island, this temple is the sole pinnacle of supreme power and unparalleled status, an insurmountable mountain in everyone's heart.

Kanas sat upright on the highest throne, his figure tall and imposing, his face handsome and indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

A gentle, warm, blue breeze surrounded Him, its gentleness and tranquility seemingly devoid of any sharp or deadly force, just like an ordinary breeze.

But the four prospective candidates in the hall all knew that this seemingly gentle and harmless charm contained a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the earth, the sea, and the sky.

Using the wind as a metaphor for people is most apt.

In everyone's eyes, Kanas is that long blue wind that stretches across the sky and earth.

On the surface, he appears gentle, humble, and approachable, but inside he hides the majestic majesty of a supreme deity who overlooks all living beings, inspiring awe from the bottom of one's heart and making one dare not overstep his bounds in the slightest.

Those clear, bright eyes, seemingly able to see through the illusions of time and understand everything, quietly fell upon the four figures standing in the hall, carrying a hint of scrutiny and amusement.

"Oh? This is the suitable candidate they chose?"

A soft, gentle voice drifted out, its precise echoes reverberating through every corner of the vast, empty temple, clearly reaching the ears of the four.

The four figures simultaneously felt a chill, their nerves tightened, and they subconsciously held their breath, even suppressing some of the burning anticipation in their hearts.

They stood upright in the center of the temple, their postures dignified and respectful, not daring to be the slightest bit disrespectful.

This was their first audience with Kanas, and they did not want to miss this precious opportunity because of their rudeness.

"Yes, as you requested, the Golden Humans and the Titans have each selected two members of their race to come to the audience."

Zephyros stood to the side, head bowed, and reported to Kanas.

This task originally belonged to Oros, but the group of golden humans were too slow in selecting the candidates, and Oros, who was busy with many things, had no choice but to hand it over to Zephyrus, the god of the west wind.

Judging solely from the results, Zephyrus did indeed accomplish his task.

But in Canas's heart, the result of this election was barely passing.

Of the four, only one met the requirements: the golden human He had previously chosen.

Well... actually, strictly speaking, the two Golden Humans were actually chosen by Kanas himself.

Those more than 100,000 golden humans argued for several years without reaching a conclusion.

Therefore, they abandoned the internal selection process and handed over the final decision-making power entirely to the chief god sitting in the Temple of the Wind, the most impartial ruler of this world, to be determined by the wind that permeates heaven and earth and knows everything.

This is the ultimate achievement these golden humans could make, and it also represents their most unreserved trust and submission to Kanas.

Therefore, Kanas vented all his dissatisfaction on the Titan race under his command.

The Titans are the first ancient race to be born in the world of Chaos.

However, the endless passage of time and the rigid class system have long since corrupted the hearts of these lower-level Titans, with selfishness overriding loyalty and self-interest overshadowing merit.

The two candidates they nominated were indeed quite capable and talented, and the gods they represented also possessed considerable power and status.

But Kanas just couldn't stand the Titans' utilitarianism.

Being overly ambitious indicates a tendency to take shortcuts in doing things.

Karnas didn't need his subordinate gods to be particularly outstanding.

After all, with their abilities, they couldn't help me solve any major problems; at most, they could only handle some trivial matters.

Could He possibly expect the divine to help Him win a divine war?

That's really wishful thinking.

From the very beginning, the divine design was intended to help a supreme deity like Him handle trivial matters and fulfill some of His divine duties.

Take Kanas's "Desert" and its subordinate deity "Heat" as an example.

Kanas delegates the "Heat" to others, and the subordinate "Heat" gods help Kanas take on some of the responsibilities.

These subordinate gods, although they are also deities, wield authority.

But their divinity was not something they created themselves; rather, it was a gift from the supreme god.

This means that their power level is simply incomparable to that of a primordial god like Kanas, who wields a power.

Therefore, what He wants is not opportunistic individuals, but hardworking, steadfast, and loyal executors.

And these two Titan prospectives are precisely the ones who lack this quality the most.

Inside the temple, a gentle breeze lingered, and a palpable sense of oppression gradually descended.

Kanas slowly raised his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the two golden humans who stood calmly and with clear minds, a barely perceptible hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

"Agnimi and Theros, you two have worked diligently for thousands of years, managing most of the land of the Karst Island in an orderly manner. Although you are not good at fighting, I have seen your loyalty and ability."

"The wind is my eyes and ears; I know when you're working hard and devoting yourselves to the karst islands."

Kanas's voice rang out, filled with satisfaction and appreciation.

Below stood two human figures, a man and a woman. The woman was named Anemi, one of the ones Kanas had initially set his sights on.

Anemi is not good at fighting, or rather, all the Golden Humans are not good at fighting.

Anemi's main ability lies in comforting people.

That's right, it's about comforting people.

In the golden age, humans lived without disease or pain, free from worries.

But this does not mean they are immune to emotional and psychological harm.

Anemi is the healer in their tribe. She is gentle and specializes in helping people resolve their emotional and spiritual pain.

That's what Kanas saw in her.

Therefore, the subordinate deity He prepared for the other party originated from the subordinate deity of [Breeze].

— [Comfort].

Presumably, this newly born god of "comfort" will be able to help Kanas become stronger.

"The wind brings you blessings, Anemi. From this day forward, you are the god of comfort, who belongs to me, the god of the gentle breeze."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure azure divine essence condensed from the wind and slowly drifted down, precisely merging into Anemi's body.

A gentle divine light instantly enveloped her, shattering her mortal body and replacing it with a ball of light radiating tranquility and comfort.

The barrier of Anemi's demigod level collapsed in the process.

The soul began to ascend, divinity became His essence, and authority became His extension.

Anemi, the golden human who had served Kanas for a thousand years, officially ascended to godhood at this moment, becoming the deity in charge of "comfort" under Kanas, the chief god of wind.