Titan God Race

After observing the Chronology Divinity within his body for a while, Ryan withdrew his focus.

For now, there was no connection between his spirituality and the Chronology—no bridge to fuse the two.

"It still has to fall on that."

He glanced again at the illusory moon in the sky, his gaze growing somewhat profound.

"For now, accumulating divine power is the priority."

"Since I have a powerful divinity, I can accelerate the accumulation of my divine power."

In this era, there was no faith yet; the gods still grew their divine power through primitive means. Ryan lay sideways on the ground, merging with the divinity within him, entering a half-asleep, half-awake state.

What the divinity called 'Divinity Level XX' was merely the upper limit it supported, not that Ryan had already reached that strength.

Right now, he was still a small fry with a Divine Power Level under 5, needing a long time to gradually reach the limit allowed by his divinity.

In later ages, the Olympian Gods used 'faith' as an accelerator to quickly reach this step, even shaping new divinities reliant on faith, but the gods of this era had no such 'cheat.'

Including the Twelve Titans, all new gods needed time to grow their divine power until they reached their own limits.

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At the center of the Khaos world, Urea's God Birthplace, the peak of the Divine Mountain.

After Ryan and Gaia left, an eerie calm settled here.

The prophecy flowed through his heart. The Sky Father calmly watched his children, but the aura around him climbed step by step.

He hadn't yet decided what to do, but that didn't stop him from applying some pressure to them.

"F-Father."

Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Uranus's youngest son, Cronus, stepped forward.

He cowered as he looked at his father, a stark contrast to his tall and heroic appearance.

"I am your youngest child, Father," Cronus said, seeming on the verge of tears.

"I am definitely not the one in the prophecy, and I am willing to swear to the world that I will never become the traitor who aids rebellion."

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

If Cronus ever became an accomplice to the Knife Wielder, the world would punish him, dropping his divine power by a major rank and reclaiming part of the authority granted to him.

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

In the God King's eyes, he truly didn't think this youngest son was the prophesied one.

Though he still didn't quite understand what it meant that 'the firstborn is not the eldest child,' it certainly shouldn't be the youngest.

The position of firstborn could never fall to him.

'Gods should be immortal, right?' Uranus mused inwardly.

At least so far, he hadn't discovered anything that could truly kill a god.

Even he himself, the supreme being infinitely close to Great Divine Power with the support of the God King's Throne, couldn't 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 lost in thought, his aura unconsciously fluctuating again.

Seeing this, the remaining gods seemed to think they had grasped their father's intent, and one by one they spoke up to swear:

"We swear to the world that we will never become the rebellious Knife Wielder, nor will we become his accomplice."

The world's response rang out immediately, snapping Uranus back to reality. He looked at his children kneeling all over the ground and let out a cold laugh.

He hadn't even said anything, just spaced out for a moment, and they were already so cowardly pleading guilty to him.

Were these his children, the King of the Gods?

'With trash like this, they could overthrow me? What a joke. It seems the children yet to come are the real culprits in the prophecy.'

Making his judgment internally, the God King was still angered by his children's timidity.

It was a complicated psychology. He both hoped they had some courage and hoped they didn't.

The tangled emotions irritated the God King. He kicked the nearest Coeus over and used his divine power to send the other children tumbling to the ground.

Looking at his offspring, who still dared not resist, he activated the authority of the God King and declared loudly:

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

"Since the rebel wields a blade, I hereby decree that from this moment on, the birth of any weapon in this world will be sensed by me."

"In the name of the King of the Gods, the forger is guilty. He will be imprisoned by me at the bottom of Tartarus, never to emerge."

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

The ruler of the sky paid it no mind, because as long as he remained the God King, this power would recover with time.

His declaration to the world finished, the God King turned his gaze back to his children.

For the great King of the Gods to have such worthless children—this was nothing short of his disgrace.

"Ah, my children, my sons and daughters—as a father, I truly feel 'proud' of you."

Uranus sneered at them, then suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"To reward your loyal oath," he said, looking at them without a trace of 'reward' in his tone, "the noble God King shall bestow upon you the title of Titan."

"From this day forth, you are the Titan God Race."

As the God King's words fell, the world responded. At the same time, his children instantly understood his meaning.

In the Ancient God Language of that era, 'Titan' translated to 'Anxious Person,' 'Coward,' or 'Punished Person.'

The Twelve Titans meant they were twelve cowards trembling in fear for defying their Father God.

As a noble divine race, such an insult was unbearable. Yet, sensing the towering power of their Father God, they could not muster the courage to resist.

In the end, under Uranus's gaze—whether expectant or threatening—no one dared to step forward and object.

"Hmph, get out!"

After a pause, the God King finally snorted coldly and drove his children away.

Even he himself did not know whether he would have felt pleased or enraged enough to cast them into the Abyss if someone had spoken out in defiance.

He now somewhat regretted hearing that prophecy. Perhaps the God of Prophecy was right—an unknown fate was better.

Shaking his head, his gaze drifted down from the Divine Mountain, and Uranus began to long for Gaia's return.

Though he had earlier suspected that the children yet to come were the true threat to his throne, that did not lead him to abandon the idea of procreation.

As the symbol of Paternal Authority, the embodiment of the masculine, and the sovereign of the sky, he simply could not suppress his rampant desires.

Moreover, bearing offspring and expanding the divine race was itself a duty he, as God King, was bound to fulfill.

'And they are still far too weak,' Uranus thought.

Within a thousand years, before their divine power accumulated, they could pose no threat to him.

As for the future, the God King believed that under his supreme might, a solution would always be found.