A Prophet in Greece

In this world, gods could reproduce asexually. However, children born this way were generally not as powerful as those born from the fusion of two gods' laws to create new laws, and they were often flawed.

Out of jealousy and dissatisfaction, Hera did not spend a long time nurturing her child. Instead, she gave birth in haste, determined for her child to be born before Metis's.

As a result, she gave birth to an exceptionally ugly child.

That child was Hephaestus. He was the god of fire and the god of craftsmen, naturally gifted at forging divine artifacts, much like the Cyclopes of old.

But his appearance was exceedingly ugly. When the beautiful Hera saw that the child she had given birth to looked like this, she was instantly furious.

She had wanted to prove that the child born of her, the goddess of fertility, would be better than the child Metis bore. Yet she had given birth to such a creature. How could the proud Hera accept that?

So she did something that made all the gods stare in astonishment. She threw the child directly from Mount Olympus and refused to acknowledge herself as his mother.

Poor Hephaestus broke his leg when he fell from the divine mountain, leaving him permanently disabled.

Had he not fallen into the sea and been rescued and raised by the kind sea goddess Eurynome, he might not even have grown up safely.

Hera's cruelty thus became a topic eagerly discussed among the gods of Mount Olympus.

That day, Metis brought up the matter when Zeus, who rarely visited her divine temple, came to see her.

"Great God King, my beloved, what do you think our child will be like? Will our child be like the one Hera bore?"

Metis gently stroked her still-flat belly, her entire body radiating a gentle, maternal glow.

At that moment, she was simply breathtakingly beautiful, so much so that even Zeus could not help but glance at her.

Though Zeus was fickle in love, he held sincere feelings for every goddess. He truly liked Metis as well, and upon hearing her words, he smiled and reassured her.

"Metis, my love, do not worry. Our child will certainly not be like Hephaestus. His flaws came from Hera's impatience. Had he been properly nurtured, he would have become a powerful god as well."

That was the truth.

Zeus understood how important the god of craftsmen was. Without the Cyclopes back then, he might not have won that final battle. Every weapon forged by the Cyclopes could be called a divine artifact of this world.

It was a pity that Hera had been too impatient and unwilling to nurture him with patience. Hephaestus had been born deficient, leaving him somewhat flawed, with an ugly appearance. It was even unclear whether his divine authority had been affected.

If Hephaestus had been a god born normally, Zeus would have valued him greatly for the power of the laws he wielded.

But now... without knowing the strength of his laws, Zeus was unwilling to offend the beautiful Hera for his sake. After all, he still had designs on Hera.

Hearing Zeus's words, Metis revealed a beautiful and gentle smile. "You are right. Our child will certainly be the most perfect and outstanding in the world."

"He will be incomparably powerful, as powerful as you. He will also be full of courage and fear no hardship."

As she spoke those hopeful words, she seemed like a mother sincerely blessing her own child. Yet Zeus could not help but feel his brow twitch.

He thought of the curse Kronos had spoken before being imprisoned for eternity, exhausting all his strength and malice to utter it.

And the curse spoken by Iapetus, the god of death, before the end.

Kronos had said that he would surely be replaced by his strongest descendant.

And Iapetus had said that he would surely have his right to be a god taken by his descendants.

Zeus had been so immersed in the joy of victory that he had nearly forgotten those two curses completely. But Metis's words reminded him of them.

He instinctively looked at Metis, feeling that these were not words the wise and composed Metis would say.

In his heart, Metis had always been so considerate. She had never made him feel uncomfortable, for a wise person would display wisdom even in companionship. Moreover, Metis clearly knew of that curse.

Yet Metis merely met his gaze, the smile on her face growing even more radiant, as though she had noticed nothing. "What is wrong, Your Majesty the God King? Do you not wish for our child to be strong and brave?"

"Of course I do." Zeus immediately forced a smile. He felt that Metis probably had not said those words deliberately. Perhaps she was simply about to become a mother and was eagerly awaiting her child's arrival.

Then he heard Metis say with a smiling voice.

"That is good. You are the great Lord of the Sky, and I am the goddess of wisdom. Our child certainly will not be weak. He will surely be a powerful god."

"And not only powerful, he will certainly be full of wisdom as well. He will not be born flawed like Hephaestus."

Zeus felt his emotions become incomparably complicated. Metis's words were like a steel needle viciously stabbing the most vulnerable place in his heart, making it impossible for him not to care.

Distraught, he could only keep giving Metis perfunctory responses. Thus, he failed to notice the deeper meaning that flashed through the eyes of the beautiful goddess of wisdom.

Picking Up a Thunder Scepter

Zeus even left Mount Olympus in something of a panic.

He had no idea how to face the pregnant Metis. His mind was filled with those two curses.

He could only keep comforting himself. There was no need to fear. He was now the powerful God King, and he wielded thunder and the sky.

He was now even stronger than Kronos had been as God King. Why should Kronos's curse be able to threaten him?

Thinking that way eased the unease in his heart somewhat, but a powerful sense of urgency still arose deep within him. He needed to gather divine authority as quickly as possible and obtain the world's recognition.

As long as he gained the power supported by the Chaos World, Zeus believed that no one in this world would ever be able to threaten him again. He would become the strongest God King in history, the master of all fate.

But at this moment, he did not know that no matter how hard he tried, his attempt to obtain the Chaos World's power was doomed to be futile.

It was precisely because he did not know that he was especially motivated.

He was no longer satisfied with the goddesses he already had. He decided to seek new targets.

In Greek mythology, continually bearing powerful descendants was a symbol of strong divinity and exceptional ability. Thus, the male gods had long ceased to be content with a single spouse.

Zeus did not want children, but neither did he wish to give up those beautiful goddesses. He even honed seducing women into his strongest skill.

However, he had encountered a tough obstacle: the beautiful and sacred nymph Pluto.

Pluto was extraordinarily beautiful. She had long golden hair, fairy wings, and snow-white skin. She lived in a natural sanctuary untouched by mortals, and Zeus had been deeply attracted the moment he saw her.

But Pluto was exceptionally innocent by nature and had no interest in matters between men and women. Though Zeus's sweet words delighted her, she never allowed him to touch her smooth, full body, soft as milk.

Zeus was confident in his masculine charm and refused to believe that any goddess in this world could reject him. So he tried every possible method to win Pluto over.

He pursued her for more than a decade.

Every day, he remained with the beautiful nymph, telling her ancient myths and sweet words of love, constantly tempting the innocent nymph's curiosity about relations between men and women.

Nymph Pluto had never encountered such an expert in love. Under Zeus's gentleness and patience, she gradually fell deeper and deeper, slowly lowering her guard.

And Theron, watching coldly from the void, saw all of it clearly.

"The time has come."

Watching as nymph Pluto was about to be successfully won over and prepare to share the pleasures of love with Zeus, Theron could not help but sigh.

Since ancient times, even heroes had struggled to resist beauty. Zeus was undoubtedly an exceptionally powerful god, yet the few setbacks he had suffered in his life seemed all to have come from goddesses he had regarded with the least concern.

Yet he had risen to power through goddesses. Without their support, his position as God King might not have been so secure.

It truly proved the saying: water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

But Theron merely sighed and had no intention of stopping anything. Prometheus, who had remained in the void all this time, saw that he had finally broken his silence and could not help asking, "Your Highness Theron, what time has come?"

"It is nothing. It is simply that the days ahead may not be very peaceful. There may be some danger. Stay in the void for a while so that you will not be caught up in it."

Theron spoke with a smile, his tone exceedingly casual, even dismissive, as though it were something utterly insignificant.

But Prometheus's heart skipped a beat. What kind of terrifying disaster could make Theron, this primordial and powerful god of fate, think there would be danger?

Prometheus did not dare act rashly. He was no longer the child from centuries ago. Thousands of years of growth had taught him one thing: listening to Theron could never be wrong.

He nodded obediently and said sincerely, "Then I shall trouble Your Highness. I will remain here until the period you speak of has passed."

Theron nodded in satisfaction.

Compared with Nyx, that subordinate god who seemed even more like a chief god than Theron himself, Prometheus truly fulfilled all of Theron's requirements for a subordinate god.

Wise, devout, fiercely protective of him, and most importantly, self-aware.

As the saying went, one need not fear an evil person racking their brains to do evil; one need fear a fool having a sudden bright idea. The saying applied to gods as well.

After so many years together, Theron had developed some sincere appreciation for Prometheus, the young man he had watched grow up and personally trained.

If possible, he did not wish to see anything happen to Prometheus.

After giving Prometheus his instructions, Theron finally left the void. His destination was clear as he headed straight for a certain cave.

At the same time, Zeus held the nymph Pluto, whom he had finally succeeded in deceiving, and thoughtfully arranged their setting for lovemaking.

Zeus covered the entire sanctuary in velvet and used hazy clouds and mist to conceal the land for several kilometers around.

Once he had prepared everything for their union, nymph Pluto lay atop the white goose down, ready to offer the innocence she had preserved for so many years.

Suddenly, thunder flashed across the sky. Nymph Pluto shut her eyes in fright, trembling as she covered her ears. The girl feared the dreadful thunder and lightning.

Zeus hurried forward and embraced the sweet girl, soothing her softly. To avoid ruining the beautiful and sweet atmosphere, Zeus casually threw the Thunder Scepter into a cave.

God King Zeus was immensely confident, for aside from him, no one could endure the lightning power of the Thunder Scepter and steal it.

A moment of spring night was worth a thousand pieces of gold. Like a beast, the God King lunged directly at the beautiful nymph and joined with her amid the hazy mist.

Just as the two were completely lost in each other, a patch of darkness quietly took shape inside the cave. Looking at the Thunder Scepter before him, Theron wore a puzzled expression. "Who threw something around like this?"

"It was tossed on the ground. No one should want it, right?"

With that, he directly reached out, ignoring the lightning that could nearly destroy even gods. He casually picked up the Thunder Scepter, then conveniently tossed down a fake one before leaving as though nothing had happened.

He had used the power of Lady Night, Shadow, to conceal himself. Even if Zeus had been standing directly before him, he would not have noticed Theron's presence.

That allowed him to obtain the Thunder Scepter immediately. Zeus had barely thrown it away before it ended up in Theron's hands.

Seeing this, even Theron could not help but sigh. Having a primordial god as a subordinate was truly convenient. Though he did not know how many days longer he could use her power, he naturally had to make the most of it while he still could.

At the same time, the powerful and evil demon progenitor Typhon had finally found his opportunity.

For all these years, Typhon had kept a low profile, staying in the abyss daily without revealing any terrifying power. Thus, even gods who had noticed him did not pay him much attention.

The patient Typhon had always been observing the movements of the Olympian gods.

He had taken on a form, making himself as small as the gods. He secretly concealed his aura and quietly searched for their weaknesses, paying especially close attention to Zeus as he waited for the perfect opportunity.

When he saw Zeus enter an unguarded act of lovemaking and even throw away the Thunder Scepter, he immediately understood that his chance had come.

Fearing that he could not withstand the power of the lightning, he directly revealed his true form. With a greedy smile, more than two hundred arms stretched toward the cave at once, firmly seizing that "Thunder Scepter."

But to Typhon's surprise, the scepter was not as terrifying as he had imagined. The expected lightning did not come, and he could not even sense any power within it.

Though Typhon was deeply confused, he still revealed an ecstatic expression. He felt that victory was already assured, and more than a hundred dragon heads let out laughter that resounded across the world.

Almost the instant Typhon picked up the "Thunder Scepter," Theron, who had already left, released his suppression of the true scepter. In that instant, the laws of thunder throughout the world changed.

The boundless stars shifted from order into utter chaos. The Big Dipper began to scatter, losing its direction, while dark clouds gathered densely and blocked out the sunlight.