I Became a Prophet in Greece

Several centuries had passed since the reign of the first-generation God King, Uranus, came to an end. The Twelve Titans had no contact with one another, yet they had reached an unspoken agreement: never mention Theron. Even if they harbored vague suspicions, they would never voice them.

Because if he truly was the God of Fate, Theron would certainly notice whenever they discussed or did anything related to him.

Even though, after Uranus's downfall, the Twelve Titans were the strongest gods in the world aside from the primordial gods, having witnessed Theron's peculiar nature, they had no desire to offend him.

Under such circumstances, Iapetus found it difficult not to hesitate when faced with Prometheus's question.

But he soon reconsidered. Prometheus had already met Theron, and Theron had shown no displeasure. He had even personally said that they were fated to meet. In that case, there should be no problem with telling Prometheus.

If possible, Iapetus naturally wished to befriend Theron himself. Unfortunately, he had never had the opportunity. If Prometheus could establish a good relationship with him, that would be good enough.

With that thought, Iapetus finally stopped hesitating. He told Prometheus in detail about what he had seen and heard, the prophecies Theron had made that had all come true, and some of his own guesses about Theron's identity.

In the end, he warned him with utmost seriousness, "Prometheus, you must never be disrespectful to Lord Theron. He is an ancient being worthy of respect."

"If he becomes displeased by anything you do, I will personally punish you!"

Prometheus hurriedly nodded. Though he had vaguely sensed that Theron's identity was far from simple, he had never expected his origins to be so mysterious and powerful.

He promised sincerely and earnestly, "Honored Father God, please rest assured. I will never make Lord Theron unhappy. I will be exceedingly careful."

Seeing Prometheus's proper attitude, Iapetus was finally reassured. At the same time, he grew curious. "How do you intend to approach Lord Theron?"

He had assumed Prometheus would choose to visit the void, but to his surprise, Prometheus said:

"Since Lord Theron told the great God King Kronos that he hoped there would be more life in this world, I will start from that."

Iapetus froze at those words and instinctively frowned. "Prometheus, what are you planning? You are not powerful enough yet. Having children now would affect your divine authority."

Prometheus did not know whether to laugh or cry and hurriedly explained, "No, honored Father God, I have no such intentions."

"I merely wish to help the great God King Kronos create more life. I already have some ideas."

Only then did Iapetus nod in satisfaction. As expected of my smartest child. Having determined that this would likely not bring Theron's displeasure, he stopped paying attention to the matter.

Just as the Titan father and son ended their conversation, Theron, far away in the void at the edge of the world, sensed something.

He could feel a fluctuation in his power of fate. This proved that someone in this world had mentioned him, or that something related to him was happening.

With only a brief investigation, Theron understood the whole matter and could not help but laugh.

"Prometheus actually wants to please me this way. Still, I have to admit that he is indeed clever. This is exactly what I most want to see right now."

This also counted as fate being advanced because of him. Theron's divine power rose once more, and by no small amount. This meant that what was about to happen would be no trivial matter for the entire world.

"Could the Golden Humans be born because of this? If that is really the case, I will have to think of how to reward him."

Theron murmured to himself, growing ever more expectant of what would come next.

Golden Humans

Having made up his mind, Prometheus soon arrived at the Divine Mountain and requested an audience with the God King.

Kronos had long heard of this second-generation Titan famed for prophecy and wisdom. Not long ago, the two had even met in the Oceanus Current.

Though Kronos was puzzled by Prometheus's request, he quickly granted him an audience.

"Honored and great God King, Prometheus has presumptuously come to disturb you. Please forgive me." Prometheus bowed respectfully, lowering his posture greatly.

"Lord Prometheus, God of Foreknowledge and Foresight, there is no need for such formality. What brings you to me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I learned from my Father God that you hope there will be more life in this world. I happen to have a few immature ideas, so I came to offer them for your consideration."

Kronos's heart stirred. He wondered whether Prometheus, the God of Foreknowledge and Foresight, had received some destined inspiration, and his attitude became increasingly serious.

"Lord Prometheus, what is your idea?"

"Your Majesty, do you not think this world should have more intelligent life like us?" Prometheus said sincerely. "The earth is too empty. The creations of the gods from before are ultimately lacking a measure of spirit."

"Perhaps we should create beings like ourselves. They would not be gods and would possess no divine authority, yet they would have wisdom."

Upon hearing this, Kronos immediately fell into thought. He had long felt that the earth was too empty and had tried to create creatures himself, but lacking imagination, the creatures he made had always been unsatisfactory.

Prometheus's words gave him excellent inspiration. Since he did not know what sort of creatures to create, he could simply create them in the image of the gods. Only such life could better adorn the empty earth.

Thinking of this, he immediately praised Prometheus's idea and summoned the other gods, preparing to study how to create life that resembled the gods yet differed from them.

However, since these lives would dwell upon the earth, Kronos first sought out Gaia, Mother Earth, and truthfully told her of the plan.

Gaia was quite interested in this as well. She even directly lent them her Life Vase.

It was a vase brimming with the aura of life. It had been born when Gaia awakened from Chaos, formed from a clay vessel made using the springhead of the Fountain of Life and the world's first soil. It was the only divine artifact among the five primordial gods with "nurturing" as its core.

The "waters of life" it contained held the seeds of all things. When poured upon the earth, they could give rise to life.

The vase symbolized the embodiment of Gaia's divine office, directly connected to the laws of "earthly order" and the "cycle of life." It had previously been kept at the top of the steps of Gaia's temple, symbolizing the supreme status of the divine authority of life.

With Gaia's support, Kronos no longer hesitated. Carrying the Life Vase, he joined the other Titan gods and descended together upon the empty earth.

Using their own blood mixed with soil and the waters of life from the Life Vase, they spent several years creating numerous lives that looked remarkably similar to themselves.

Their appearances were no different from those of the gods. They all had human forms, male and female alike. The men were strong, while the women were beautiful.

Yet these lives were not gods. They merely possessed the privilege of coexisting with the gods.

Looking upon these newly born lives, the many gods found them novel and bestowed blessings upon them one after another.

Thus, these lives would know neither pain nor aging. They could enjoy eternal feasts and happiness, and when they died, they would pass away as peacefully as if falling asleep.

Their bodies would remain forever youthful, and they would not need to labor. Because of Gaia's affection, the earth would automatically provide them with abundant fruit, and the seasons would remain like spring.

Likewise, because they had been created and blessed by the gods, these lives were absolutely devout toward them. They knelt upon the ground and submitted, offering their most loyal reverence.

The gods were very satisfied with this. They enjoyed the worship of lives that bore the same appearance as themselves. It gave them a lofty feeling and made them increasingly convinced that creating these creatures had been the right decision.

Because of the various blessings bestowed by the gods, these creatures had almost no worries. They lived harmoniously with one another, without conflict or sin.

They were the first generation of Golden Humans recorded by later generations.

They were so beautiful that they were even described as "ornaments upon the earth," completely idealized creations of the gods.

But because of their existence, the earth was no longer desolate and empty. These lives built dwellings upon the land and offered devout praise to the gods every day.

This made the gods even more satisfied.

Kronos, who had created these lives, even received feedback from the world. The will of the world, which had already recognized him greatly, recognized him even more. His divine power grew once again and had already reached the level of a primordial god.

He only needed a little more time to gain the world's complete recognition, become a true God King, and wield the world-creating might of the God King.

This delighted him greatly, and he sincerely praised Prometheus, who had provided the idea.

Yet Prometheus looked at the lives created upon the earth and frowned slightly. He always felt that such life did not match what he had imagined. It was too perfect, and because of that, somewhat unreal.

However, he was still too weak and lacked the ability to create life himself. He could only borrow the hands of God King Kronos. Thus, even if the lives created had failed to meet his expectations, he could not say much.

As he praised the greatness and wisdom of God King Kronos, he thought to himself that perhaps, once he had grown stronger, he could try creating life on his own.

But that day seemed far away. After only thinking about it briefly, he buried the thought deep in his heart.

After politely bidding farewell to the God King, he came to the void beyond the world, intending to visit Theron.

He knew Theron would certainly be aware of what he had done. Therefore, if Theron did not wish to see him, he would leave for now and think of other ways to please him in the future.

If Theron was willing to see him, it would mean he was satisfied with this matter, and Prometheus could take the chance to make contact.

The truth filled him with joy. The moment he arrived in the void, he saw a figure in white robes already waiting for him. The man was handsome, with a faint smile on his face, and his deep violet eyes watched him gently.

It was Theron, who had sensed beforehand that Prometheus would come to visit and had deliberately waited here.

"Lord Theron!" Prometheus suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed with utmost seriousness, and said in an incomparably sincere voice, "Prometheus has presumptuously disturbed you."

"You did very well," Theron said with a smile. "The birth of humanity has made me very happy."

"So, I intend to give you a gift. Is there anything you desire?"

"The creation of humanity has made me very happy, so I will reward you. Is there anything you desire?"

Hearing this, Prometheus's first thought was that Theron truly knew everything. His second thought was that those lives were called humans.

Only afterward did he realize that Theron intended to give him a gift. He was instantly overwhelmed with excitement, but he still spoke with great restraint.

"Honored Lord Theron, I only wished to please you and did not seek any reward. Being able to bring you joy is already Prometheus's honor."

"Moreover, I have always felt that the world was too empty. The idea of humanity had existed in my mind long ago. It was because of you that I found the courage to seek out the God King and attempt it."

"So, in truth, I should be the one thanking you."

Prometheus was indeed an exceptionally intelligent god. His words were flawless. Who could have imagined that he was merely a child born a hundred years ago?

Theron felt even more favorably toward such a self-aware God of Foreknowledge and Foresight. Smiling, he said, "Your wisdom is worthy of fate's gift."

"I will grant you greater authority of prophecy. You will become even more all-knowing and all-capable."

Prophecy was originally subordinate to fate. Theron only needed to give Prometheus a trace of the origin of fate to greatly enhance his prophetic abilities.

Just as when he had created the three Fates, he only needed to grant a little.

Prometheus's eyes immediately lit up. He could clearly feel a wondrous power merging into his body, and his once somewhat blurry prophecies became increasingly clear.

Prometheus was instantly overjoyed and fervently, sincerely thanked Theron for his generosity.

After he had finished thanking him, Theron's tone suddenly shifted. "But I must remind you: prophecy is not always a good thing. Do not become arrogant because of it. Think thrice before acting."

Though Prometheus did not know why Theron said this, he nodded solemnly and said that he had taken the warning to heart.

Only then did Theron nod in satisfaction. Smiling, he said, "Go back. Your parents are looking for you. We will meet again soon."

Although Prometheus still wished to spend more time with him, hearing Theron say so, he respectfully took his leave.

He hurried back home and discovered that his Father God and Mother God had indeed been searching for him. It turned out that not long ago, Queen Rhea had given birth to a daughter.

The birth of the first child in several centuries filled Rhea with immense joy. Following Oceanus's example, she held a celebratory divine feast and invited the gods.

It was an invitation from the queen, and they also had to show respect to the God King. To demonstrate their regard, nearly all Twelve Titans had to attend, and third-generation gods like Prometheus could not be absent either.

After finding Prometheus, they soon headed together for the Divine Mountain.

The reason Theron had said they would meet again soon was that Rhea had invited him as well.

Theron had not originally planned to attend. He knew perfectly well who this child was—

Hestia, goddess of the hearth and family, symbolizing the eternal sacred flame and the warmth of home.

Compared with Metis, goddess of wisdom, Hestia's fate was not so turbulent.

As Zeus's eldest sister, she willingly gave up her position as a chief god and became the only recluse among the gods who did not take part in struggles for power. She also rejected the courtship of other gods and swore to remain forever chaste.