A Prophet in Greece

A Prophet in Greece

Author: Rampaging Bone Monster

Good news: he had transmigrated.

Bad news: it was Greek mythology.

Good news: he had arrived especially early. The gods had yet to be born, and he was the first living being in the primordial Chaos.

A soul from another world had nudged the course of fate. Theron discovered that advancing the development of fate could make him stronger, so...

An invisible hand was added to the tide of history.

"So-called fate is what is destined to happen. As for what that fate looks like, I get to decide." Thus spoke Theron, God of Fate.

Also known as [A Divine Swindler in Greece] [God Kings May Come and Go, but the Prophet Remains]

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The Beginning of the World

"Who are you?"

Theron awoke from his slumber. Looking at the two primordial gods studying him before his eyes, his mind blanked for a moment.

This was the first time Theron had seen another living creature besides himself in this world.

Theron no longer remembered how long he had been transmigrated here. He only knew that he had always existed within a vast, boundless chaos.

Even he himself had merely been an intangible consciousness within Chaos. He possessed no physical form and could only pass the endless years in sleep.

The last time he had awakened was when the Chaos called Chaos had just begun to shift from disorder to order, when those primordial gods were born.

Chaos changed with their birth. Matter was formed, and the primordial order and authorities they represented began to manifest. The entire world was finally no longer a mass of chaos; it had earth, an abyss, stars, darkness, and desire, the symbol of life.

However, the primordial gods had only just been born then, and the world's evolution had only begun. Everything was far too slow, so Theron fell asleep once more, until he was awakened by the two before him.

They were a man and a woman. The woman wore a green dress, while the man wore a long blue robe. Their auras were vast and mysterious, as though they contained inexhaustible power. Their gazes upon Theron were both wary and curious.

It was their first time seeing a god so weak. His divine power was pitifully faint, and he seemingly could not even nurture a physical form. They had no idea what divine authority he governed.

But Theron had already recognized the woman's identity, for he had personally witnessed her birth.

One of the primordial gods, the Mother Goddess of Earth—Gaia.

She had used mountains as her bones and oceans as her blood, forging the elements of earth, water, air, and fire within Chaos into the tangible land. Within her chest were star embryos that had yet to hatch.

As for the man beside Gaia, Theron did not know him and could only conclude that he was not a primordial god.

After all, Theron had only witnessed the births of the major primordial gods. Once he confirmed that the world had begun to evolve, he fell asleep again. Naturally, he knew nothing of the gods born after the primordial gods.

Still, seeing the two behave so intimately, Theron guessed their relationship was anything but ordinary.

"We are speaking to you." The man frowned, a trace of displeasure surfacing on his youthful face. "What is your name, and what divine authority do you govern?"

"Uranus, do not be rude." Gaia gently interrupted the man's aggressive questioning. Her gaze rested on the empty space before her as she sensed the unknown being that possessed consciousness but no physical form.

Gaia did not look down on Theron for being too weak. When she was first born, she had sensed his gaze and knew that he was an existence born before her.

She was merely curious—curious why such an ancient existence was so weak, and curious who he was and what divine authority he held. That was why, when she and Uranus passed by this place, she had come to investigate.

Uranus, Gaia's child, and also the first generation God King who would become Gaia's husband?

Theron immediately understood the man's identity, and emotions surged within him.

As the first conscious being in this world, Theron had waited far too long for this day. He did not even know how long he had been waiting.

Perhaps because his soul was an outsider, this world did not accept him. He could not even nurture a body of his own.

Moreover, he had arrived too early—so early that Chaos had contained nothing at all. Even the sky and earth did not exist. In the entire Chaos, he had been the only lonely spirit, unable to do anything but sleep.

Yet it was also because he had arrived early enough, coupled with the fact that his original memories gave him a fairly clear understanding of this world's future evolution and the events yet to come, that he had influenced the evolving Chaos and gained a divine authority.

That was—

Fate.

Or, more precisely, the variable of fate.

Everything he knew was bound to happen. It could not be defied or undone. The only variable was himself, because he was a soul that did not belong to this world. No one else could change anything—except him.

But even Theron himself could not control exactly how things would change, because a variable represented uncertainty itself.

Theron could only guide the process and hope for the outcome he most wished to see.

And every prophecy he spoke concerning fate would eventually come true. Thus, he was also the God of Prophecy and Foresight, because prophecy was inherently subordinate to fate.

The only thing that puzzled Theron was that the divine authority of fate could not possibly be considered weak, yet his divine power truly was pitifully feeble. It could not compare to even a strand of hair on those primordial gods.

Still... as those primordial gods had been born, the fates symbolizing them had begun to move. Theron could clearly sense that his divine power, which had lain dormant for who knew how long, had also begun to change, growing at an extremely slow pace.

Before the primordial gods, who represented strength and invincibility from the moment they were born, this slight increase in divine power was like a firefly before the moon, a drop of water before the ocean. But at least there had finally been a change, even if he was still pitifully weak.

The only benefit was probably that Theron himself symbolized fate, and fate would always exist. Therefore, Theron would never perish.

Unless this world was completely destroyed, fate would not cease to exist alongside it. Theron had long since become entangled with this world.

Theron guessed that only when this world contained more life, and thus more fates representing those individuals, would he grow stronger. In other words, the more prosperous this world became, the stronger he would become.

He was so weak now because the world was still barren. There were only a handful of gods, and even the fates of those few had only just begun to turn.

If he wanted to gain greater divine power, he had to advance the development of these gods' fates.

With that thought, Theron stopped remaining silent. Though he had no physical form, he transmitted his voice through thought.

Uranus and Gaia only felt a distant, indistinct voice resound in their minds. They could not tell whether it belonged to a man or woman, nor could they detect joy or anger within it. It was as though it came through an indescribable veil of mist.

The voice said, "I am the God of Prophecy. I can glimpse fate."

Uranus and Gaia exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.

They simply could not imagine how the weak god before them, who could not even condense a physical form, could glimpse fate with such meager divine power.

At Gaia's signal, the young Uranus neither said that he believed nor disbelieved. He suppressed the contempt in his eyes and merely asked, "Then, esteemed one, what have you seen?"

"You, Uranus, King of the Sky, will become the God King of this world." Theron spoke again. His voice carried no emotion, merely calmly stating a fact. "And you, Gaia, Mother Goddess of Earth, will become the Queen of the Gods in this world."

"You will become the rulers of this world and bear divine descendants together. In the near future, you will give birth to twelve children at once. They will be incarnations of laws, and a sign that the world has become more complete."

At those words, Uranus and Gaia both fell into a long silence. Clearly, the bold declaration of this unknown being had stunned them.

"Esteemed one, thank you for your prophecy. If things truly happen as you say, we would be deeply honored. But please forgive us, for this is simply too unbelievable. It is difficult for us to believe."

This time, Gaia spoke, and her words still conveyed distrust.

In their eyes, Theron was simply too weak. They did not believe that such a weak existence could truly see fate—such grand, unbelievable fates at that.

Yet Theron did not care about Gaia and Uranus's reactions or attitudes. He merely chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "Then how about we make a wager?"

"If things truly happen as I said, you will agree to one condition of mine. Otherwise, the same applies to me."

Uranus and Gaia looked at each other. In the end, Uranus nodded and accepted the wager.

From beginning to end, Theron remained calm and confident, because the instant he had spoken, he felt the divine power within him grow. This meant that...

The fate belonging to the two before him had already begun to turn.

Taking Shape

"God King..." The young Uranus murmured those two words, and his once-calm heart burned with fervor.

But then he became somewhat confused and asked as though speaking to himself, "But how can I become the God King?"

"My dear Uranus, you are the bravest god in the world, whether or not you are the God King."

Gaia gently comforted the still-young god. The feminine radiance upon her reached its peak at that moment, a gentleness capable of embracing everything in the world.

Uranus looked at Gaia, moved by her tenderness. He lowered himself, as though the entire sky were descending.

At that moment, heaven and earth merged once again, inseparable from one another, and the world became chaos once more.

Within that darkness, a woman dressed in black arrived where Theron was. She raised her head slightly, revealing a face completely shrouded in night, its features impossible to discern. Yet judging from the contours beneath her black clothing, she was an exceptionally voluptuous woman.

Theron was awakened by her arrival, and at the same time recognized her identity.

One of the primordial gods born alongside Erebus, the Goddess of Night, Nyx.

The twins born together, Erebus and Nyx—the former was solidified pure black, while the latter was flowing darkness.

Erebus brought down the silence of eternal night. Wherever Nyx's skirt swept past, the paths of stars began to glimmer.

The birth of this brother and sister gave Chaos the concept of "time." The alternation of darkness and light quietly brewed within their breaths, while the flashes of lightning that erupted when they intertwined carved the first crack through the void, becoming the prototype of the Milky Way in the future.

Another powerful primordial god.

Theron thought helplessly, sensing the other party's powerful aura and feeling his own weakness all the more keenly.

If the divine power of primordial gods was level ten at full strength, then his current state probably did not even reach level one. He was even much weaker than the new gods born from these primordial gods.

Like Gaia, the other primordial gods had also sensed Theron's presence and gaze when they were born.

However, aside from Gaia, the other gods were mostly formless and without shape. They also lacked complex emotions and had no interest in Theron.

That was why Theron found Nyx's visit strange. After thinking for a moment, he spoke through thought.

"Esteemed Lady Night, have you come to see me about something?"

Nyx examined the formless, shapeless unknown being before her and nodded. Her voice was ethereal and hollow, yet devoid of emotion. "I cannot conceive my children."

Theron's mouth twitched. He had never expected such a reason.

Why come to me if you cannot have children? I do not know anything about delivering babies. I do not even have a body.

In his memories, Nyx had indeed borne many children. Some were born with Erebus, while others were conceived by her alone.

Every child symbolized a law, and every new law born meant that the world became a little more complete.

Among the most famous was Hemera, Goddess of Day, who dispelled the night each day and formed a cycle of day and night with her mother. Only then did the world gain the concept of day and night.

Rather than nurturing offspring, Nyx was responding to the world's needs and giving birth to the new laws the world required—conceiving in response to heaven.