I Became a Prophet in Greece 49

Besides, the current situation was entirely the result of Theron's indulgence.

However, Theron had no intention of confronting Typhon head-on. It was not that he could not win; he simply could not be bothered to waste the effort.

Although Typhon was a monster jointly born of the powerful abyss and earth, existing from birth to destroy this world...

Theron now had the world's recognition, had obtained the Thunder Staff, and could borrow the power of a primordial god like Nyx, his subordinate deity. If they truly fought, Theron was still very confident that he could defeat Typhon.

But having confidence did not mean he had to do it. Typhon was thick-skinned and tough; fighting him would be far too troublesome.

Theron's philosophy had always been to exert the least effort for the greatest reward.

He only needed to come up with a way for Zeus to defeat Typhon. Zeus could handle the physical labor. When rewards were handed out afterward, Theron would still be the one who had truly saved the world.

Because he was the one who came up with the plan. Zeus could at most be considered to have redeemed himself through merit.

Thinking of this, Theron no longer hesitated and took the initiative to speak. "I once heard that the Three Fates possess a miraculous fruit called the One-Day Fruit."

"The One-Day Fruit?" Zeus froze. He did not know what it was, but still asked sincerely, "Lord Theron, what is it?"

"A very miraculous fruit. It can temporarily strengthen one's power. A god who eats a One-Day Fruit can temporarily gain enhanced power and the source of divine authority, with almost no side effects."

Zeus's eyes lit up as he listened, and he could not help asking, "There is such a miraculous fruit? How much can it increase one's power? Can it help me defeat Typhon?"

Faced with his question, Theron merely shook his head. "It is not for you, Your Majesty. It is prepared for that monster, Typhon."

Zeus grew even more confused, while Theron patiently explained, "Although this fruit can increase power, it causes backlash in chaotic creatures."

"If one without divine authority consumes this fruit, their power will increase exponentially. But without divine authority to regulate it, their body will eventually collapse."

"It will cause horrifying side effects such as shattered bones and energy overload. Furthermore, the power enhancement has a time limit. It only lasts one day. Afterward, their strength will plummet, perhaps even triggering fatal backlash."

At this point, Theron could not help chuckling. "Believe me, Typhon will be extremely weak by then. It will be more effective than having you eat the One-Day Fruit yourself."

Zeus's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He nearly applauded this perfect plan. His own strength truly could not increase any further, but why had he never considered weakening his opponent?

The only problem was...

"But I have never had dealings with the mysterious Three Fates. How can I persuade them to help me?"

Zeus could not help but feel troubled.

Everyone knew that the Three Fates had a good relationship with Kronos, the previous God King. They could even be called Kronos's guides.

Under such circumstances, Zeus, the new God King, naturally could not have a favorable impression of those three goddesses.

The only reason he had not dealt with them alongside the traitors who supported Kronos was that the authority of fate was too mysterious, and Zeus did not dare act rashly.

If those three goddesses had possessed any other divine authority, they would already have reunited with Kronos in the abyss of Tartarus by now.

How could he possibly ask those three goddesses for help under such circumstances? And why would they help him?

Just as Zeus did not know what to do, Theron let out a soft sigh. "Your Majesty, since you have shown such sincerity, I can only put aside my pride and make the trip myself."

Zeus was immediately overwhelmed with emotion. He knew that the Three Fates did not get along with Theron. He had heard that their relationship had already reached the point of mutual hostility, yet Theron was willing to make this trip for him.

"I... Lord Theron, I will remember this kindness!" Zeus said with immense gratitude. "If there is ever anything you need my help with, just say the word! I will certainly do everything in my power!"

Theron merely smiled calmly, concealing his merit and fame. "No need. It is simply my duty."

"Please wait here for a moment, Your Majesty. I will return shortly."

Naturally, Zeus had no objection, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

But even though he trusted Theron's abilities greatly, Zeus had not expected that Theron would not only borrow the One-Day Fruit, but also take on the task of delivering it himself.

Zeus had been worrying about how to trick Typhon into eating it!

Now things were perfect. Theron had helped him so much, directly solving his most urgent problem.

Zeus was so touched that he wanted to give all his future daughters to Theron. If Theron was willing, he could even give him sons. Zeus would be more than happy to.

Theron did not know about the dangerous thoughts in Zeus's mind. He had originally intended to let the Three Fates deliver the fruit, and the three goddesses had been more than willing to serve him, their old father.

But Typhon was indeed powerful. If something went wrong and anything happened to those three lovely daughters, Theron would not be able to bear it.

So he had no choice but to go himself.

At this moment, the terrifying monster Typhon was still beneath Mount Olympus, admiring the world he had conquered.

Fearing that the gods would not be able to admire his majestic appearance, he had even deliberately scattered the dark clouds above Mount Olympus, intending to let the gods see how he ruled the world.

The gods gnashed their teeth in hatred, yet none dared approach. They could only watch from afar.

Then they saw an immensely familiar figure in white calmly walk into Mount Olympus and arrive before Typhon.

Typhon sensed someone approaching and lowered his hundred-plus towering heads. His hoarse voice echoed throughout the world. "Who are you? Why do you dare approach me?"

Theron looked up at the enormous creature in confusion, without the slightest fear, and answered honestly, "I am a suitor of the beautiful Hera. Her beauty has left me utterly intoxicated, so I specifically sought out a fruit that can make one's power incomparably strong, intending to offer it to her."

The gods watching from the void immediately turned their gazes toward that beautiful goddess.

Hera was wrapped in elaborate robes, her perfect figure standing proudly. Her beauty was enough to intoxicate nearly every male god.

She truly was a beauty worthy of praise. Many gods thought so inwardly.

But where no one noticed, the ears of the beautiful and proud Hera quietly reddened.

At the same time, before Mount Olympus.

After speaking, Theron took out a crystalline, emerald-green fruit. It emitted a faint fragrance and looked incomparably tempting.

Typhon's gaze was instantly drawn to the fruit, and many of his hundred-plus dragon heads revealed greedy expressions.

Yet Theron seemed entirely unaware and instead asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why are you here? Have you seen the beautiful Hera? Do you know where she went?"

Typhon's mind was now filled with thoughts of killing this weak fellow and taking the fruit. Hearing the question, he sneered directly.

"If I knew where Hera was, she would already be my woman."

Theron was not angry upon hearing this. His eyes even lit up as he said excitedly, "You like Hera too?"

"Yes. Such a beautiful goddess, such a sacred authority over fertility—no one could fail to be moved, and no one could dislike her." Typhon admitted it frankly, without feeling that there was anything wrong with it.

When he attacked Mount Olympus, he had openly declared that he wanted to take Hera. To him, it was even something worth being proud of.

What surprised him was that the young man before him actually nodded happily upon hearing this. "Wonderful. You think exactly as I do."

"Since you like Hera too, we are friends. Friend, would you like some fruit?"

As Theron spoke, he took out all the fruits on his person. There were three in total. "You and I will each eat one, and we will save the last one for Hera."

Typhon had initially been somewhat wary, but when he saw that Theron would eat one himself and had even deliberately saved one for Hera, he instantly felt there should be no problem.

He even found the person before him very interesting. This was the first person he had met who was not afraid of him, who spoke in a way he liked, and who was so generous.

He could not help bursting into laughter. "What is your name?"

"Theron," Theron said.

"Very good, Theron. You are interesting. I like you. From now on, we are brothers."

As he spoke, Typhon took the fresh, verdant fruit from Theron's hand and laughed. "You treated me to fruit, so I should treat you to something as well. What do you want?"

"There is no need." Theron smiled. "It is my honor to receive your appreciation."

"Hahahaha! Well said!" Typhon grew even happier, feeling that he had found a kindred spirit. He swallowed the delicious fruit in one bite, then pounded his chest with more than two hundred arms. "We are brothers from now on. I will protect you!"

Theron smiled without speaking.

Theron Said, Let There Be Light in This World

As the progenitor of all demons, Typhon was absolutely not a mindless monster. On the contrary, he possessed intelligence far beyond what a monster should have.

But he truly did not sense any threat from the white-robed youth before him.

Before acting, Typhon had monitored the gods of Olympus for a long time. Therefore, he was absolutely certain that this fellow calling himself Theron was not a god of Mount Olympus.

The fruit in his hand did indeed look tempting, and the scent it emitted made one feel as though their strength was surging after merely taking a breath.

But that was not the main reason Typhon trusted Theron. He felt he could trust him because everything Theron did made sense.

That included the vividly fresh fruit. After Typhon swallowed one in a single bite, Theron ate one without the slightest hesitation and carefully left one behind, saying he would give it to the goddess Hera, whom he admired.

With that display, who would believe there was something wrong with the fruit?

Not to mention that Typhon truly felt the madly increasing power within his body.

The instant the emerald-green fruit entered his stomach, Typhon felt a comfortable power begin to boil, causing all the power throughout his body to rise madly.

In only an instant, he felt that his power had increased by at least double!

The force surging through every limb and bone filled him with incomparable confidence. He even felt that this world was now completely under his control.

Typhon's hundred-plus dragon heads roared in delight one after another. The sound shook heaven and earth, and even gods far away could feel the terrifying pressure.

This made them understand all the more clearly just how terrifying the monster Typhon was!

At the same time, they felt a powerless despair. They could not possibly contend with such a powerful monster. No wonder even God King Zeus had fallen to him!

For a time, they did not know what to do. Were they to simply watch this world be destroyed?

This world that had only just managed to flourish to this day.

The gods' worries did not affect Typhon's good mood. After laughing, he sat down directly and continued talking with Theron.

He now had a very favorable impression of Theron and even felt that he was a kindred spirit.

From beginning to end, Theron showed no fear. He smiled as he conversed with Typhon, entirely without tension, as though the two were truly close friends.

Of course, he had nothing to fear. With the support of Chaos World, although he could not temporarily wield the full might of creation, he could at least use half of it.

Coupled with the Thunder Staff he had picked up by chance, Typhon would not be his opponent if they truly fought.

It was simply too troublesome. Theron could not be bothered to act. If something could be settled with a few words, there was no need to make it so complicated.

While the god and demon chatted happily, Zeus quietly slipped into Mount Olympus.

He had come to steal the Thunder Staff.

In his estimation, even with Typhon's powerful body, he would not be able to properly use the Thunder Staff even if he forcibly stole it. It was the most righteous and unyielding power, the nemesis of all demonic creatures.

Typhon could not use it, and carrying it would leave him at constant risk of being struck by lightning. He would certainly hide it away. Since he was guarding Mount Olympus now, the Thunder Staff should be hidden somewhere within Mount Olympus.

Zeus's thinking was clear, not to mention that he had Theron's guidance. In any case, he did not alert Typhon, and the terrifying monster was still conversing with Theron.

But to Zeus's surprise, he could not find his Thunder Staff.