Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

"Hahaha, finally, finally, it's done! Ohmma is mine now!"

At this moment, he could no longer hide the excitement and exhilaration on his face and let out a terrifying laugh.

......

Deep within the Garden of the Gods, Zeus watched Chiron depart.

"Aren't you angry? To be betrayed by your own disciple."

Chiron shook his head as he looked at the incomparably noble god before him.

"More than anything, I feel a sense of awe."

Chiron's gaze seemed to travel a thousand miles and he could almost see the traitor gloating over his successful assassination.

"Onphalus, a world that is 80% similar to Greece but much richer, I really don't understand why people in both worlds are so insane in their pursuit of power."

An endless lifespan, an eternally bountiful land blessed by the Titans, where divine grace is not uncommon.

Such favorable conditions still couldn't satisfy them; they kept demanding more, as if they would never be satisfied, and sometimes their demands were even outrageous.

It's not what you need, it's just to satisfy your greed.

"I simply cannot understand why they are always so greedy."

"Then why did you become the teacher of those heroes in the past, Chiron?"

"Because I saw a different kind of brilliance in them."

The most prominent of these is, of course, Hercules, whose fame resounds throughout the world.

"Even Hercules could go mad and do things he would later regret, couldn't he?"

Things always have two sides. Pride and glory can strip a true hero of the savagery and greed of a bandit, but it is precisely this pride and glory that leads to his madness.

"Greed is the same. It stirs up strife and leaves the earth scarred, but it is also the ladder of human progress and the driving force of civilization. A civilization that is satisfied with everything will lose the motivation to develop, and a stagnant world, no matter how powerful, will perish. One of the core aspects of what I love about humanity is greed, which is deeper than the abyss and has no end in sight."

"I see, I see."

When Chiron had truly disappeared, Cersis appeared before Zeus.

"My love."

Zeus turned around.

"Aren't you afraid that one day that bottomless greed will devour you too?"

Serhith was filled with worry.

"Hahaha, absolutely impossible!"

Before Cersei, Zeus pointed a finger at himself.

"I, Zeus, am the most greedy man in the world, absolutely, absolutely no one can surpass me!"

Once greed loses its internal competitors, external greed becomes the driving force for development and progress, and Zeus is the eternal leader at the forefront.

......

Time flowed on once more. After Chiron's departure, his rebellious disciple won over the rulers of Ohma and even the surrounding city-states by establishing a Senate, and the slave trade reached new heights.

"To destroy someone, you must first make them mad!"

The lawless slave trade ravaged the entire city of Onphalus, and the common people of the city-state, which was deeply embroiled in war, lived in constant fear, dreading the prospect of becoming a miserable slave at any moment.

At this time, Onphalos was a grand feast for nobles, and the table was set with present slaves and future slaves.

But at this time, a tribe suddenly rose up and entered the sight of the major city-states in a very short time. Its leader was named Goergo, who was exceptionally brave. He could charge and kill freely among hundreds of people with just a shield and a spear. When he returned in triumph with the head of an enemy general hanging from his waist, his breastplate was still shiny and spotless.

He and his tribe were deeply captivated by the conflict-ridden Titan Nikkadori, following in its footsteps as it fought against the Sky Titan Aegler.

Naturally, Gorgor's tribe, like the Titans they followed, was exceptionally skilled in warfare. The tribe held great reverence for its brave warriors—even if they were slaves. In this tribe, slaves could redeem themselves through merit in battle and even become nobles!

These extraordinary rules broke the shackles that had bound slaves to Onphalus for so long. The morale of the Gorgor tribe in their wars, whether among nobles, citizens, or even slaves, far surpassed that of other city-states. In the second millennium of the Light Calendar, they established a brand new city-state—Hanging Edge City.

The frenzy of the slave market allowed this city-state, which offered even the slightest chance to slaves, to develop at an astonishing pace, becoming a super-city-state comparable to Ohma in just over a decade.

In every war with Suspended Peak City, the enemy's slave vanguard always lacks morale and frequently deserts from high places, simply because becoming a slave of Suspended Peak City still offers a glimmer of hope.

Chapter 256 The Various Aspects of a World in Turmoil

Decades later, during a battle between Nicardoli and Aegler, Suspended Blade City displayed its bravery and earned Nicardoli's recognition, who bestowed upon it the Blade of Divine Retribution.

With Nicardo's recognition and blessing, the morale of Suspended Peak City soared, and decades later, catalyzed by a war, the Suspended Peak Dynasty was officially established.

The ferocity of that war surpassed even the sum of countless previous wars. Even Cephalus shed tears of blood, and these tears gave birth to the last Titan—Zagreth, the Titan of Tricks, the Flying Coin.

For the next thousand years, although the wars decreased, they never ceased in Onphalus, and the Black Tide thus came into the view of both gods and humans.

Those whose lives are corrupted by the Black Tide will go mad, becoming ruthless and bloodthirsty, turning into madmen obsessed with destruction. Even the twelve Titans could not escape this fate.

People who transitioned from the Golden Age to the Age of Conflict found it difficult to accept this dramatic change, and the fear of death and disease cast an endless shadow over their hearts.

Even the most rational and learned Shingo Juten was shrouded in this fear.

People no longer take only what they need, exhausting their resources to obtain everything, wanting to experience all the pleasures of their short lives, even if what they obtain far exceeds what they can use.

In an instant, the destruction on the land of Onfaros became even more severe.

The Split Branch, Cersis, a Titan who wielded reason and nature, was furious at the actions of the Onpharos and withered the plants.

The withering of the plants naturally caused a famine in Onphalus. The conflict, which had gradually subsided due to the deaths in a great battle, was reignited by the fighting over the food on which people depended for survival.

Georia, who deeply loved Onphalus, sought out Zeus and pleaded with him to persuade the enraged Cersei as a lover.

"My love, do you remember my conversation with Chiron?"

Serhith understood that her actions had caused immense suffering to the people of Onphalus, and that if things continued this way, it could lead to a war even more brutal than the one that gave birth to Zagreus. But her anger was hard to quell, and she was disappointed by the ignorance and greed of humankind.

"Zeus, my love, I understand what you mean, but their greed and folly are truly infuriating!"

"My love, you cannot only focus on the ugly side, or anger will forever scorch you."

Zeus opened another chapter for Cersis.

A frail mother also joined the fray, and in the struggle, her former companions turned into mortal enemies. Even though she was covered in wounds, she could only manage to grab enough food to last her a day.

"My love, how pathetic this woman is, covered in wounds just to survive. How many days can she fight for herself with these wounds?"

Zeus remained silent, and the scene on the scroll continued to unfold.

The woman picked up the food she had managed to grab but dared not eat more than a bite. She went to a secluded spot and painstakingly moved a rock, revealing her three-year-old child inside.

She handed the food rations to the child, her face full of a tired smile.

"Mom, you eat too."

After eating a few bites, the child handed the remaining food back to his mother.

The scene abruptly ends there.

"How foolish! Those rations could barely sustain that woman for one day, giving her the strength to fight for tomorrow's rations, yet she gave them to her child, who will only end up dying together."

Despite saying this, Cecilia's eyes held a different kind of gaze.

“My love, the more chaotic the conflict, the more love is highlighted, but with it comes destruction. Can you bear to let such beauty perish?”

Undoubtedly, Zeus persuaded Cersis, and a seedling sprouted before the mother and child's eyes. Soon after, it grew into a low shrub bearing sweet and sour fruit. Cersis then passed on the knowledge of sowing to the people of Onphalus through the wise men.

Plants on the earth began to grow again, and the famine was greatly alleviated. Unscrupulous merchants and nobles who maliciously hoarded food to sell at high prices outwardly praised Cerseis's benevolence, but inwardly they all cursed the Titan.

This event took place in August of Onphalus, hence the harvest festival was also held in August.

However, in order to constantly remind the people of Onphalus not to deplete the resources, Cersis still prohibited the growth of plants in Onphalus for several months of the year.

When these months come to an end, it will be April in the Onphalus calendar, which is also the time for the Onphalus to plant. Therefore, the Onphalus Resurrection Festival was set in April.

The world of strife continued to circulate for a thousand years amidst its ups and downs. During this time, Nicardoli pierced ninety-nine of Aegler's hundred eyes. Just as he was about to bring down Aegler, the arrival of the Black Tide forced him to give up. As the most warlike Titan, he rightfully stepped to the forefront of resisting the Black Tide.

Meanwhile, the Sky Titan Egler, weakened by the destruction of his ninety-nine eyes by Nicardori, began to hide from the Black Tide behind the clouds, fearing contamination by it.

His actions were interpreted by his followers, and the people of Hui began to use this as an excuse to create conflict with the people of Yu, and used it to oppress the people of Yu. The conflict between the two races has been protracted.

During this time, war raged on the mortal realm. With the help of the endless war, Ceres used the tree itself as fuel and with the power of Zeus, successfully condensed a human body. Thus, the three of them achieved their first long-awaited union that night.

After a passionate encounter, Cersis and Meneta lay on Zeus's chest.

"Is this what mortal emotions and love are? It's truly unforgettable!"

The program of Onpharos continued to calculate for a thousand years in the Age of Strife, until the end of the fourth millennium in the Light Calendar. The long calculation of the Age of Strife was about to come to an end, and Onpharos would face an unprecedented crisis.

Over the course of a thousand years, the Black Tide continued to emerge, and the Titans were preoccupied with their own problems. Their blessings on the mortal realm decreased drastically, and the voice of the priestly class plummeted. The Senate replaced the priests as the de facto rulers of the city-states.

With golden blood flowing through their veins, the Golden Descendants, whose bravery and lifespan far surpassed that of ordinary people, also shone brightly during this period, rising to the ruling class of various city-states.

To counterbalance the Golden Clan, the Senate of Ohma established the "Purgers" organization a thousand years ago, specifically tasked with assassinating and obstructing them. Through brutal training and an almost inhumane method of inheritance, the Purgers became the Ohma Senate's absolute weapon against the Golden Clan.

"After the initialization in the Enlightenment, the definition in the Creation Era, the data accumulation in the Golden Era, and the basic competition in the Conflict Era, the Onpharos program is finally about to reach its final peak and obtain the final calculation result!"

Chapter 257 The Oracle of Kelp

The first Titan, the longest of the three Fate Titans—the Gate Titan Janus, whose followers resided in Janusapolis, the city-state at the center of the world, saw the saint Motes die in an accident meticulously planned by her priests. Her daughter, Tirisippius, succeeded her as saint.

At the same time, Cephall knew the horror of the Black Tide. Out of love for humanity, Cephall sacrificed himself, offering up the spark to carry the Dawn Machine and leaving behind a divine oracle.

[The divine oracle has descended, my mission is nearing its end, and I shall fall into silence—eternal night is coming, but for the next three hundred years, the dawn machine will illuminate the holy city, awaiting the golden-blooded son to forge miracles...]

Ohmma's lifespan was fixed at three hundred years from now.

The oracle was entrusted to the high priest of Ohma.

In the following decades, the three Titans of Fate and the three Titans of Dissipation fell one after another before the Black Tide. In the final moment, the Titan of Dissipation, Nicardoli, stripped himself of his sanity.

Then, Tirispyos learned of the oracle's contents in an unknown way. She understood that destruction was imminent for this world, and time could not be wasted even for a moment.

Under Janus's mysterious protection, Tirispeius stole the fire from the Titan Janus in the temple, thus giving rise to the first demigod of Ompharos and officially beginning the journey to find fire.

"No, no, it's too slow for me to do it alone!"

Tirispyos was deeply worried. Such a matter, which was of utmost importance and could potentially cause public panic, could not be widely disseminated. The person entrusted with this task had to be someone close and trustworthy. However, Tirispyos had just taken over the responsibility of being a saint from her mother, and she had few trustworthy people around her.

"No, the process of testing and nurturing takes too long and is too costly, and the outcome is uncertain. Is there anyone who can be absolutely trusted without requiring any time?"

Onfaros, a country ravaged by a thousand years of war, saw frequent power shifts, with fratricide and even father-son and brother-brother conflicts occurring almost every few years. Those entangled in the vortex of power became actors in a theater, their true nature obscured. One moment a sage might be righteously promising civil rights, the next, once in power, would begin a brutal crackdown on protesting citizens.

"In this situation, the only person I can trust is myself."

The words had barely left her mouth when Tirispius instantly understood.

"That's right, the only person you can trust is yourself."

Tirispios knew of a secret technique that could divide herself into several parts, each of which was herself yet not herself, but without a doubt, each of them was someone Tirispio could trust without reservation.

Following the guidance of her memory, Tirispyos was enveloped in a burst of light.

After the light faded, the being named Tirispyos perished, and three thousand copies of herself were created through her "sacrifice".

This secret technique originated from Cecily's creation. As the original form of the divine tree, she could create clones without any cost, while humans, who did not possess the power and structure of the divine tree, had to sacrifice themselves.

The aura emanating from the activation of the arcane art attracted Ceres, its creator, and the three followed the aura to Tirispius.

"What a brave child! It's both pitiful and lamentable, yet also admirable."

In Zeus's eyes, nothing about Omphalus could be hidden, not even a string of numbers. The responsibility and courage shown by Tyresipeus pleased Zeus greatly.

Therefore, Zeus decided to give her a completely new opportunity.

When Tirispius opened her eyes again.

"Is this the underworld? It feels very different from what my mother described."

The flowers and plants were lush and fragrant, and the sunshine was so bright that it was like a fairyland, completely unlike the dark, cold, and terrifying place that her mother had described.

"Welcome to our realm, lovely saintess."

A majestic voice came from behind her. Tirispius stood up and saw three people with extraordinary bearing walking towards her.

The three of them had almost never shown their human bodies to outsiders.

The Sacred Tree Court's sacrifices to the three were to the divine tree corresponding to Sersis, the golden butterfly corresponding to Meneta, and the thunder corresponding to Zeus. As the Holy Maiden of the Gate Titans, Tirisippius had naturally never seen the human bodies of the three.

"I am Zeus, and the two beside me are my lovers, Cersis and Meneta."

As Zeus introduced them, Cersis nodded to Tyresibios, while Meneta waved enthusiastically to her.