Almost Turned into an Aberration 4/5

Crete, located in the Aegean Sea, is the largest island in Greece. It is long and narrow, lying at the southernmost point of the world.

The Crete - Mycenae civilization, which originated from Greece, originated on the Crete.

As early as the Age of Gods, during the reign of the Titans, the young Zeus grew up here, and Athena was also known as the "Girl Goddess of Crete".

In addition, the labyrinth of the Minotaur, the encounter between Zeus and Europa, and many other events in Greek Mythology originated here.

These events are sufficient to demonstrate the importance of Crete's origins.

And soon, another major event in the development of civilization may also be recorded in history here.

On an open field surrounded by mountains and traversed by rivers, the prophet Prometheus, dressed in a light, gauze-like robe that revealed one side of his muscular Titan body, half-squatted on the ground, frowning as he busied himself, constantly shaping the soil beneath his hands.

No! It still won't work!

Prometheus looked at the rudimentary shape before him, which was the same height as him but still seemed indistinct, shook his head in disappointment, and discarded it behind him.

There, there were already many rough blanks of various shapes.

The prophet stretched his stiff limbs and gazed wistfully at the towering mountain of gods that stretched across the clouds of the continent.

He was driven to the earth to create and enrich the world. A divine revelation from destiny revealed to him that he would bring to Greece a great creation comparable to the gods.

But for several months in a row, my attempts all came to nothing, and I always felt that there was an invisible membrane between us that was difficult to break through.

Prometheus raised his hand, scooped up a handful of clear river water, washed his face, slightly dispelling his weariness. His deep gaze drifted towards a certain mountain hollow, and he opened his lips in contemplation.

"You've been watching for so long, come out now."

At this moment, the air vibrated slightly, and four figures—one man and three women—walked out from the nearby mountain valley.

The man stood in the center, with long black hair cascading down his shoulders. His scarlet, snake-like vertical pupils opened and closed intermittently, casting a benevolent smile into his eyes. He was handsome, and his limbs possessed a slenderness and dexterity unlike those of a Titan.

Of the three women, one is on the left, one is on the right, and one is at the back of the line.

The girl on the left has smooth, bright purple hair that seems to have a life of its own. Her long, light purple dress flutters in the breeze, and her cool, reserved aura subtly reveals a sense of death and abyss.

The woman on the other side had silver hair that fell down her back, bright eyes and white teeth. Beneath her quiet and elegant demeanor lay a destructive authority. Her ambiguous smile held a knowing and playful air about her.

Gods? Two?!

Although there were quite a few Greek gods and Titans who outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied the Olympus divine authority.

But the presence of two beings with such imposing auras and divine power that they were almost on par with the younger generation of Olympus such as Apollo, Artemis, and Ares was quite unexpected to him.

Moreover, the two goddesses on either side of the man seemed to be forming a pincer movement, flanking him, and they seemed to possess a kind of meaning that he could not understand.

Wait, is this man also a god?

As the procession drew closer, Prometheus couldn't help but focus his gaze again on the Serpent Eyes man at the center, and the more he observed, the more astonished he became.

I can't see through it, I can't see through it...

Everything seemed like viewing a mountain through mist or gazing at the moon in water; it was as if it didn't truly exist, difficult to touch, and impossible to understand.

In fact, after Samael devoured a Golden Apple and completed his metamorphosis, he had already advanced to the level of a god and gained a clearer grasp of the destiny and time divinity within his body.

However, while I struggled to reach the level of a water spirit, the two maids beside me achieved their breakthroughs simply by having their heads patted or sitting quietly under a tree for a few days. It was simply too unfair.

As for Tina, even Samael himself couldn't explain her secret.

At this moment, when Prometheus's gaze passed over the three people and landed on the last figure with green horns, looking around strangely, he couldn't help but rub his throbbing brow and give a helpless bitter smile.

What's wrong with Tian?

Having encountered four special beings in a row who were impossible to sense in terms of destiny, I, the so-called prophet, am truly just a figurehead.

While Prometheus was observing the four, Samael, who was in charge, was also sizing him up.

He is a very insightful and wise man.

He seemed to detect something unusual about the four people on his side.

"Tina and I are companions of Themis. I heard that you were sent down to the Olympus to create things. On her behalf, I wanted to see if I could be of any help."

The ancient serpent chuckled and pondered, then brought out the fair, objective, and highly regarded Goddess of Justice.

Seeing the other party's goodwill, Prometheus relaxed slightly.

Generally speaking, the title of "god" tends to be a respectful title for status and divine authority, and the strength of these titles varies greatly, sometimes to the point of being worlds apart.

For example, the nine Muses, who govern knowledge and art, possess divine authority and authority, making them true goddesses.

However, their fighting power was not even as great as that of Nymphs who served Artemis, Goddess of Hunting.

Their kin, Mnemosyne, Goddess of Memory of one of the ten Titans, is also a goddess.

But even if you tied all nine Muses together, they probably wouldn't be a match for a single finger of this Titan Goddess.

In addition, Oceanus 6,000 descendants of the Taiga and ocean currents, and countless gods who controlled one or two water systems.

However, even if the remaining 5,000-plus men were gathered together, they might not be as powerful as the few Metis, Goddess of Wisdom.

Some die from drought, others from floods; this is the norm.

Whether someone can fight or not depends on the person, divine power, and even more so on the nature of their authority.

Of course, he was also a god, and a very special "prophetic god" whose abilities even Zeus was quite wary of.

Furthermore, he inherited the powerful fighting ability of the Titan Gods, and he believed that he was no less than the other Olympus except for Zeus.

However, judging from the auras they exuded, the three gods before them were all formidable fighters.

Besides this, there was also that special being with emerald green horns, whose strength was unclear, yet which made him feel the strongest sense of crisis.

In a one-on-three situation, if a conflict breaks out, I might not be able to win.

Therefore, it is best to personally confirm that they have no malicious intent.

As for whether he could help with creation, Prometheus didn't care too much.

At that moment, Samael glanced at the string of odd-looking creatures on the ground—some with disproportionate limbs, one eye, two heads, and distorted head-to-body ratios—and shook his head.

People don't look like that, my friend.

After a moment of grumbling, the ancient serpent raised its head slightly and solemnly introduced itself to this pioneer of creation among the Greeks.

"Oh, I forgot to mention."

"Athena and Medusa are the two goddesses subordinate to Gaia, and they have come to assist you in perfecting your creation."

"So, when do we begin?"

Samael blinked, a light laugh escaping his lips, but a profound meaning lingered in the depths of his eyes.