Curse

"Boom——!"

Another punch, and Iapetus lay on the ground, unable to move.

Although the power rising from the earth had blocked most of the impact for him, his Divine Power was still too weak. Relying solely on the Divinity of [Speech], he couldn't even withstand a casual blow from Uranus.

Divine Power level 7, this was nothing like the power a Titan Ancient God should possess. If the gods weren't immortal, he would have been torn to pieces at the very beginning of the battle.

"Ah—, save..."

"Bang——!"

Without looking, the God of Speech knew that it was his equally weak sister, the God of Language and Writing, Mnemosyne.

[Language] was as weak as [Speech]. As for [Writing], the three lines of proverbs on the Divine Decree Stone Tablet were the true source of writing.

They were the only two Intermediate Divine Power gods on the battlefield, their only value being to use their immortal divine bodies to take a few more punches from their Sky Father for their brothers. As descendants of the Sky Father and Earth Mother, they were born as Intermediate Divine Power, but because of the weakness of their Divinity, the two had hardly changed in thousands of years.

Mnemosyne at least had someone to hate; she had discovered the culprit who caused her to lose the Divinity of [Memory], the mysterious Ancient God Ryan. But Iapetus could only accept his weak state.

"Tear——!"

Struggling to get up, the God of Speech watched as one of his eldest brother Okeanos's legs was torn off. This was the fourth time he had lost a limb. The Ocean's divine authority was good at being continuous, and the Sky's power was not good at preventing recovery, so every time a limb was torn off, the Lord of the Ocean could quickly recover.

But this was meaningless; it only made him suffer a few more times. Except for Cronus, Okeanos, who had personally thrown the Sky Father's organs into the Ocean, attracted the most hatred. Even though he was also a Great Divine Power, he was still vulnerable.

Obviously, the Lord of the Sky used the facts to tell him that some gods were Great Divine Power because they barely had that level; while some gods were Great Divine Power simply because that last step was too difficult to cross.

The earth cracked, and the land at the edges turned into fragments, scattered on the Ocean, creating islands.

Celestial bodies fell, and lightless celestial bodies fell on the earth, bringing veins of minerals and creating valleys and hills.

This great battle had lasted for seven days and seven nights. Except for the first day, when some luminous celestial bodies inexplicably appeared in the Sky, the entire world was constantly being destroyed.

But finally, in one collision, Okeanos was surprised to find that although he had been knocked away by the Sky Father, he didn't seem to have suffered any more serious injuries.

"What?!"

"What!!"

Two exclamations rang out at the same time. The Lord of the Ocean was surprised by his intactness, while Uranus was furious at the decline of his power.

Aside, Cronus, who was constantly maneuvering with the Sky Father with the power of Space-Time, finally smiled. With most of his origin devoured by the Spirit World, even with the help of Rhea's power to borrow power from the past time, he was still somewhat unable to hold on.

The other Titans were only suffering from external injuries, but he, he had little origin left. If he couldn't obtain the position of God King, the remaining Space-Time origin wouldn't even allow him to maintain the power of Intermediate Divine Power.

To prevent his brothers from having bad ideas, he didn't even dare to show his weakness; only his sister Rhea noticed some clues. But the two had always been close among the Titans, so the goddess also pretended not to know.

Fortunately, fate was still on his side. Cronus outlasted his Sky Father; he persevered to this last moment.

"Hahahaha"

"You can't hold on anymore, my brutal Sky Father!"

Hidden behind Space-Time, Cronus's laughter spread throughout the earth. He didn't hide his joy; this was the only good news he had received recently.

"Is that so?" Uranus sneered without saying a word. He looked at his former youngest son, now the eldest. He regretted not discovering his ambition earlier, but it was too late.

"The power of the gods is so long-lasting, I wouldn't be exhausted even in seven years, let alone seven days?"

Hearing this, the Titans couldn't help but feel a little flustered. They didn't question Uranus's words, because the power of the gods was indeed like that. Even if they were constantly injured, they could still fight for several months or more. As the Lord of the Sky, whose Divine Power was far stronger than theirs and who had always held an absolute advantage, seven years was not an exaggeration.

But could they hold on for seven years? At this moment, the Sky Father's majesty seemed to regain the upper hand in their hearts, but their act of betrayal made them afraid to beg their father for forgiveness.

After all, given Uranus's character, the Titans who had committed such a rebellious act would never be forgiven by him.

But at this moment, Cronus spoke, his voice even a little playful.

"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed as you say, my Sky Father."

The God of Space-Time had a mocking smile on his lips. Seven days had passed, and he had finally realized what kind of transformation power his father was resisting.

He couldn't help but thank fate once again. Gods were immortal, and he didn't dare to imprison his father, who symbolized the Sky, in the Abyss. But as long as this transformation power existed, Uranus was about to fall into eternal slumber.

Unless, arrogant as he was, he was even willing to change his gender in order to survive.

But this was impossible. Cronus knew very well that his father would rather die than accept such humiliation.

"You are the original 'Father'," Cronus smiled more and more wantonly, "so you are different from other gods."

"When your symbol of masculinity disappears, you can't use Divine Power to reshape it at all. Because it is not only your organ, but also the representative of all your Masculine Power. Without it, there will be no Masculine Power in your body, is that right, my dear Sky Father? Or should I call you 'dear Earth Mother'? Hahahaha..."

Amidst the laughter, Uranus's face turned ugly for the first time. The other Titans also seemed to understand something and began to look at their father with strange eyes.

"Shut up! You rebellious..."

"You are the rebel!"

Cronus coldly interrupted his father's scolding.

He raised his Scythe, looking at his father. He had once been so powerful, but now he was only capable of verbal attacks. Cronus felt a little emotional, but then, feeling the emptiness in his body, he no longer hesitated.

"You betrayed the Earth Mother, betrayed the will of Khaos, your tyranny should have been punished long ago."

"I, Cronus, King of Space-Time, in the name of the future God King, declare that the Sky God is guilty and should be punished with eternal slumber. The sentence, forever."

In the next moment, distance seemed to not exist in front of him. He was clearly thousands of miles away from the Sky Father, but his Scythe pierced through Uranus's heart in the next moment. The Lord of the Sky had tried to block it, but this time, his always-victorious Divine Power failed to break through the slowness of the Space-Time power. Right in front of the gods, he was pierced by the Scythe, and Divine blood spilled on the earth.

"I won, Father." In a voice that only the two of them could hear, Cronus said softly.

"You won? Hehe, perhaps."

Feeling the increasingly violent changes in his body, Uranus knew that unless he was really willing to have his gender twisted by the world, he could only use sleep to resist the transformation.

But at the last moment, the proud Lord of the Sky still did not bow his head. He looked at his child with cold eyes, his voice was also very soft, but every living being under the Sky could hear it clearly.

"Cronus, my child, I hope you remember. You can win once, but you can't keep winning."

"Everything starts from somewhere, and it will end from there. Yes, the Prophecy is like this, I am like this, and you will be like this."

Watching Cronus's suddenly shocked and angry expression, the Sky Father laughed heartily for the last time.

"I curse you." He said, "You will be overthrown by your children, just like me."

"The top of the Sky is my home. And Tartarus is your future. Cronus, I'm waiting for you, my child..."

Clang—

The Scythe fell to the ground, but no one cared. In front of them, the personified image of Uranus disappeared.

He transformed into a wisp of intangible airflow, following the path of his original form at birth, ascending all the way to an unfathomable height.

The Sky began to separate from the Earth, and the two, once frequently connected, would never meet again. From then on, the distance between the Sky and the Earth became immeasurable, and even the gods found its height difficult to fathom.

The story of the Lord of the Sky, the first God King of Khaos, came to an end today.

"I shall become the New King."

Expressionless, Cronus picked up the fallen Scythe and looked at his brothers.

"Who agrees? Who opposes?"