Cyclops

# Chapter 9: Cyclops

The God King drove away his own children, making them fulfill their divine duties.

In the primordial chaos of the Khaos world, time was always the most worthless thing.

But unlike the Eastern 'Eternal Era,' ever since the Time Sequence came into being and the divisions of Year, Month, and Day were established, the passage of time had been recorded.

In the blink of an eye, one thousand five hundred years had passed since Ryan made his prophecy on the divine mountain.

...On this day, fierce quarrels once again erupted on the divine mountain.

This was not the first time. Ever since Uranus's three oddly-shaped children were born, such arguments would break out between the Sky Father and Earth Mother every so often.

"Uranus, they are your children too!"

Gaia's voice rang out, gentle but tinged with weakness and sorrow.

She had tried countless times to persuade the God King to accept those three offspring, even if only as gatekeepers, but Uranus had rejected her every time.

"Children? No, they are not. They are merely bastards born from an accident."

The voice was cold. The God King had grown tired of this argument.

"Please think carefully, my lord. It is only in their appearance—"

"Enough!"

One thousand five hundred years had passed, and the divine mountain had grown even taller.

The King of the Gods stood in the place closest to 'Heaven' in all the world, coldly cutting off Gaia's plea.

Before his eyes, three monsters with a single eye each glared at him furiously. Though the God King's immense power pressed them flat against the ground, they seemed to know no fear, still staring at Uranus with their single eyes.

"Look, Gaia. Such twisted lifeforms, yet they dare to face my wrath."

After examining the three giants on the ground for a moment longer, Uranus seemed to confirm something.

"The Firstborn, but not the eldest. Heh, the leader of monsters—isn't that still a firstborn?!"

"You've gone mad, Uranus!"

Gaia, who now appeared to be in her twenties, called her husband by his name for the first time. She could not understand—just because they lacked intelligence and knew no fear, how could Uranus think they could become God King?

No God King could be one who was not even a god.

"Mad? Heh, perhaps. But you can stop your pathetic pleading as well."

Gaia's words finally thoroughly enraged the God King. He glanced coldly at his once-beloved wife, then reached out and pushed her aside.

Standing at the Peak of Divine Mountain, Uranus once again mobilized the authority of the God King and pronounced his judgment upon the giants.

"I have tolerated you for a long time. Perhaps a hundred years, perhaps two hundred." Uranus examined the three giants before him, but still could not find fear in their eyes.

"But all tolerance has its limits. You filthy, ugly, base lifeforms that disgrace my bloodline—I have had enough of your existence!"

"Cyclops? A laughable name. I will no longer forgive you for Gaia's sake. Instead, I will send you where you belong."

"Lowly trash, the Bottomless Abyss is your final resting place. I declare in the name of the King of the Gods that you are guilty by nature of your baseness. Your sentence: forever!"

A vast voice came from the edge of the sky. In a mountain cave, Ryan slightly raised his head.

Outside, the sky had darkened, and the great sun did its best to restrain its light.

This was caused by the Sky Dominator's anger. Though Uranus was no longer the sky itself after gaining self-awareness, he still held absolute influence over it.

"A bit far away."

His unaided eyesight was not enough to see the divine mountain, so he decisively switched methods, using the [Moon] in the sky to watch for him.

After one thousand five hundred years of operation, this man-made celestial body had finally become somewhat complete. The [Moon] divinity it represented had slowly climbed to Divinity Level 3.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Through the [Moon]'s perspective, Ryan could faintly see three streaks of light fly out from the divine mountain at the center of the earth, then fall in the western part of the world, directly piercing through the thick stratum.

Through that pitch-black cave, Ryan could sense an immensely chaotic and powerful aura seeping out.

That was the Abyss—the bottom of the world, the shell of the Primordial God Tartarus.

Unlike the other three Primordial Gods, Tartarus seemed to have given up on awakening self-awareness, remaining in this chaotic and disordered state.

Therefore, he was the only one who had not fallen in power due to personification. He was still an ancient god of Great Divine Power.

"Cyclops..."

Muttering the names of those three streaks of light, Ryan was not surprised.

Unlike the Twelve Titans, the Cyclops were more like monsters with immense power.

When they were born, there were no corresponding law disturbances. Their figures had never even appeared outside the divine mountain. Uranus naturally did not acknowledge their existence.

Even the future Second Generation God King would not acknowledge these 'brothers' of his. Zeus would later rescue them, but only treat them as craftsmen and jailers.

Though the God King had tolerated them for a full two hundred years because of the Earth Mother, the Sky Father was never a magnanimous god. In the end, he could not help but cast them into the Abyss.

Boom! Another thunderous roar rang out. This time, Ryan didn't even need the [Moon] to see it, because heaven and earth had joined together again.

It seemed Gaia's pleading had enraged Uranus, causing him to press heaven and earth tightly together, just as before the Twelve Titans were born.

The sun fled in panic. Weather patterns retreated from the land into the sea. A vast amount of vegetation was destroyed. The earth, which had grown verdant over one thousand five hundred years, returned to desolation. The God King wildly released his primal desires, venting his inner dissatisfaction.

Ryan hid in a mountain cave, quietly watching this scene unfold.

The God King had ruled the world for fifteen hundred years, and his twelve sons diligently carried out their divine duties under oppression, yet Uranus still disliked them.

He often shattered celestial bodies, watching the wounded Coeus wail in agony as he let out a cold laugh. Occasionally, he would pluck the sun from the sky and hurl it into the ocean, taking grim amusement in the pain of his children and younger siblings as their powers clashed. This was one of his rare forms of entertainment.

There was no music, no fine wine, and barely any living creatures on the earth yet.

Aside from the other Primordial Gods, Uranus could only vent his excess energy on his own children.

As for Ryan, he had always kept a low profile, and the prophecy vaguely made the God King wary. Though Ryan's location was no secret to him, the God King still refrained from causing him trouble.

"I wonder how much longer it will be."

"Five hundred years, or a thousand. The Sky Father's era is truly dull—Cronus's rule will be far more interesting."

Glancing once more at the [Moon] in the sky, Ryan stopped focusing on the outside world.

Most of the scattered, masterless [Memory] had already been absorbed, and the [Spirituality] divine authority had consequently risen by one rank. Predictably, once [Memory] was fully integrated, [Spirituality] would receive another boost.

As for divine power growth, unlike [Spirituality], which currently provided only a meager amount of divine power, the [Time Sequence] divine authority supplied Ryan with a vast quantity of divine power every second and every minute.

The same upper limit for divine authorities did not mean the same rate of divine power supply. [Light] and [Sun] were equally powerful, but the latter accumulated divine power faster than the former.

Though [Time Sequence] was not an easy divine authority for increasing divine power, it still shone in comparison to [Spirituality], which had not advanced a single rank in thousands of years.

After fifteen hundred years, he now stood at the peak of [Weak Divine Power]. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he would successfully shed this lowest tier of divine power before the birth of the Hundred-Armed Giants.

The commotion outside continued, and Ryan once again sank into deep slumber.

Divine authority was the ceiling; divine power was what one actually possessed. Until he advanced further, he would not leave this place.