Titan God Race

After observing the Chronology Divinity within him for a while, Ryan withdrew his consciousness.

At present, Spirituality and the Time Sequence had yet to connect. There was no bridge to fuse the two.

"It still has to fall on that."

After glancing again at the illusory moon in the sky, Ryan's gaze grew somewhat profound.

"For now, accumulating Divine Power is more important."

"Now that I have a powerful Divine Office, I can also speed up the accumulation of my Divine Power."

There was no faith in this era yet, and the gods were still using primitive methods to increase their Divine Power. Ryan lay on his side, merging with the Divine Office within him and entering a state between sleep and wakefulness.

The so-called "Divinity Level xx" of a Divine Office only represented the upper limit it supported. It did not mean Ryan already possessed that level of power.

At present, he was still just a weakling with a Divine Power Level below 5. He needed a long time to gradually reach the limit permitted by his Divine Office.

In later eras, the Olympian Gods used "faith" as an accelerator to quickly reach this stage. They could even create new Divine Offices that relied on faith. The gods of this era had no such "cheat."

Including the Twelve Titans, all the new gods needed time to increase their Divine Power until they reached their own limits.

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At the center of the Khaos world, on the summit of the Divine Mountain, the birthplace of Uranus.

After Ryan and Gaia left, this place fell into an eerie silence.

Prophecy flowed through his mind. Sky Father calmly watched his children, yet the aura around him continued to rise step by step.

He had not yet decided what to do, but that did not stop him from applying some pressure to them.

"F-Father."

As though unable to endure the oppressive atmosphere, Uranus's youngest son, Cronus, stepped forward.

He looked timidly toward his father, a sharp contrast to his tall, heroic appearance.

"I'm your youngest child, Father," Cronus said, seemingly on the verge of tears.

"I absolutely won't be the person from the Prophecy. I'm also willing to swear to the world that I will never become the traitor who helps the rebel."

The moment the words left his mouth, the world responded to his oath.

If Cronus became the accomplice of the Knife Wielder in the future, the world would punish him by reducing his Divine Power by one major level and reclaiming part of the authority it had granted him.

Hearing his youngest son's oath, the pressure around Uranus eased considerably.

In the eyes of the God King, he truly had not believed that this youngest son would be the person from the Prophecy.

Although he still did not quite understand what "the Firstborn, yet not the oldest child" meant, no matter what, it should not refer to the youngest child.

The position of Firstborn could never fall to him.

Gods should be immortal, shouldn't they? Uranus pondered inwardly.

At least so far, he had never discovered anything that could truly kill a god.

Even he himself, a supreme being infinitely close to Great Divine Power under the enhancement of the God King's Throne, could not erase the immortal essence of even the weakest god.

This was Khaos. Gods were eternal and indestructible. They could be imprisoned and confined, but they would never die.

"Father."

Uranus was immersed in thought, and the aura around him once again trembled unconsciously.

Seeing this, the remaining gods seemed to think they had figured out their father's intentions. They began swearing one after another:

"We swear to the world that we will never become that rebel who wields the knife, nor will we become his accomplices."

The world's response immediately rang out, and Uranus also returned to his senses. Looking at his children kneeling across the ground, he let out a cold laugh.

He had not even said anything. He had merely been distracted for a moment, yet they had already weakly begged his forgiveness.

Were these truly the children of the Olympian Gods' king?

These useless fools think they can overthrow me? What a joke! It seems the children born later in the Prophecy are the true culprits.

Having secretly reached this conclusion, the God King was nevertheless enraged by his children's cowardice.

It was a very complicated feeling. He wanted them to be braver, yet he did not want them to truly possess courage.

His complicated emotions made the God King somewhat irritated. He kicked Coeus, who was closest to him, over, then used his Divine Power to send the children tumbling to the ground.

After glancing at his descendants, who still did not dare resist, he mobilized the authority of the God King and loudly declared:

"Enough. As the eternal God King, no one can overthrow me."

"Since the rebel will wield a knife, I hereby declare that from this moment onward, I will sense the birth of every weapon in this world."

"By the name of the Olympian Gods' king, the craftsman shall be guilty. I will imprison him at the bottom of Tartarus, where he will never be allowed to leave."

The world responded to the unreasonable demand of the Olympian Gods' king, but the God King's authority seemed to diminish slightly as a result.

The ruler of the sky did not care. As long as he remained the God King, this power would eventually recover with time.

After his declaration to the world ended, the God King turned his gaze back to his children.

It was simply a disgrace that the mighty God King had such incompetent children.

"Ah, my children, my sons and daughters. As your father, I am truly so 'proud' of you."

Uranus looked at them mockingly. Suddenly, he came up with a brilliant idea.

"To reward you for your loyal oaths." He looked at them without the slightest hint of "reward" in his tone. "The noble God King shall bestow upon you the title of Titans."

"From today onward, you are the Titan God Race."

As the God King's voice fell, the world responded. At the same time, his children instantly understood what he meant.

In the Ancient God Language of this era, Titan meant the Anxious Person, the coward, or the Punished Person.

The Twelve Titans meant that they were twelve cowards trembling anxiously because they had defied Father God.

As members of a noble god race, they could not endure such an insult. Yet, through their own senses, Father God's magnificent power left them unable to summon the courage to act.

In the end, beneath Uranus's gaze—whether expectant or threatening—no one dared to stand up and oppose him.

"Hmph. Get out!"

After waiting for a while, the God King finally snorted coldly and drove his children away.

Even he himself did not know whether he would have felt pleased if someone had spoken up just now, or whether he would have angrily imprisoned that person in the Abyss.

He now somewhat regretted hearing that Prophecy. Perhaps the God of Prophecy had been right. A Fate unknown to one was better.

Shaking his head, Uranus looked down from the Divine Mountain and began looking forward to Gaia's return.

Although he had previously guessed that the children born later would threaten his throne, this did not cause him to develop any intention of stopping reproduction.

As the symbol of Paternal Authority, the embodiment of masculinity, and the ruler of the sky, he simply could not suppress his vigorous desires.

Besides, bearing children and expanding the size of the god race were responsibilities he ought to fulfill as the God King.

Besides, they're still very weak, Uranus thought.

Within a thousand years, before they accumulated enough Divine Power, it would be impossible for them to pose a threat to him.

As for the future, the God King believed that under his supreme power, there would always be a way to resolve the problem.