Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Laine observed his Chronology Godhood for a while before withdrawing his mind.

For now, there was no connection between his Spirituality and Chronology; there was no bridge for fusion between the two.

“I still need to focus on it.”

Glancing again at the illusory Moon in the sky, Laine’s gaze deepened.

“For now, prioritizing the accumulation of Divine Power is crucial.”

“Now that I have a powerful Godhood, the accumulation of my Divine Power can also accelerate.”

In this era, there was no Faith, and gods were still using primitive methods to increase their Divine Power. Laine lay on the ground, uniting with his Godhood, and entered a state akin to being both asleep and awake.

The so-called ‘Divine Power Level xx’ of Godhood is merely the upper limit it supports, not the level of strength that Laine has already attained.

Right now, he was just a minor deity with a Divine Power Level less than 5, needing a long time to gradually reach the limit allowed by his Godhood.

The future Olympian Gods used ‘Faith’ as an accelerator, quickly reaching this step, and even creating new Godhoods based on Faith. But the deities of the current time had no such “cheat.”

Including the twelve Titans, the new gods all needed time to grow their Divine Power until they reached their own limits.

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At the center of the Chaos World, the birthplace of Ourea, the peak of Mount of the Gods.

After Laine and Gaia left, an eerie calm descended on the place.

The Prophecy flowed through his mind as the Heavenly Father calmly observed his children, but the aura around him steadily climbed.

He hadn’t yet decided what to do, but that didn’t prevent him from creating some pressure for them.

“Father… Father.”

Seemingly unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Uranus’s youngest son, Cronus, stepped forward.

He shrank back, looking at his father, a stark contrast to his own tall and heroic features.

“I am your youngest child, Father,” Cronus seemed on the verge of tears.

“I will never be the one from the Prophecy, and I’m willing to swear to the world that I will never become the traitor who aids the rebellion.”

No sooner had he spoken than the world responded to his oath.

If Cronus were to become an accomplice to the one with the knife in the future, then the world would punish him by stripping away a major rank of his Divine Power and retracting part of the authority granted to him.

Listening to his youngest son’s oath, the pressure around Uranus significantly decreased.

In the eyes of the Divine King, he truly did not see this youngest son as the one in the Prophecy.

Although he didn’t quite understand what “the eldest son is not the oldest child” meant, it surely could not be the youngest one regardless.

The position of the eldest child was definitely not his to claim.

‘Aren’t gods supposed to be immortal?’ Uranus pondered to himself.

At least up to this point, he hadn’t discovered anything that could truly kill a god.

Even he himself, who was infinitely close to Great Divine Power with the blessing of the Divine King’s throne, could not extinguish the immortal essence of even the weakest Deity.

This was Chaos. Gods are eternal and undying; they can be imprisoned, but never killed.

“Father.”

As Uranus was immersed in thought, his aura undulated unconsciously once again.

Seeing this, the remaining Deities seemed to understand their father’s intent, and they started to swear in turn:

“We swear to the world that we will never become the rebellious one with the knife, nor will we ever be party to aiding him.”

The world’s response arose instantly, and Uranus too snapped back to his senses. He looked at his children, who were knelt before him, and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

He had yet to say anything, just lost in thought, and yet they were already so weak as to beg him for forgiveness.

Are these the children of me, the King of All Gods?

“With such trash, overthrow me? That’s a joke! It seems only the children spoken of in the prophecy that follow are the true killers.”

Making a judgment in secret, the Divine King was nevertheless angered by his children’s cowardice.

It was a complex feeling. He wished they had more courage, but at the same time, he didn’t really hope for them to be truly courageous.

Conflicted emotions made the Divine King somewhat irate; he kicked Coeus, who was closest to him, then used his divine power to send his children tumbling to the ground.

After glancing at his offspring, who still dared not resist, he wielded the authority of the Divine King and then proclaimed loudly:

“Enough, as the eternal Divine King, no one can overthrow me.”

“Since the rebels wield knives, here and now I declare that from now on, the creation of any weapon in this world will be perceived by me.”

“In the name of the King of All Gods, any forger is guilty. They will be locked in the depths of Tartarus and shall never emerge again.”

The world responded to the unreasonable demands of the King of All Gods; however, it seemed as though his authority had been slightly reduced as well.

The master of the sky didn’t care about this, for as long as he remained the Divine King, the lost power would eventually be restored with time.

Having concluded his proclamation to the world, the Divine King then turned his gaze back to his children.

For the great Divine King to have such incapable children, this was nothing short of disgraceful.

“Ah, my children, my offspring, as your father, I am truly ‘proud’ of you.”

Uranus looked at them with irony, and suddenly, he had a wicked idea.

“To reward your loyal vows,” he looked at them, without a shred of ‘praise’: “the noble Divine King grants you the title of Titans.”

“From this day forth, you shall be the Deity Race of the Titans.”

As the Divine King spoke, the world echoed in response. At the same time, his children instantly understood his meaning.

At that time, the word Titan in the ancient language of the gods meant the nervous, the cowardly, the ones who face retribution.

The Twelve Titans, meaning that they were twelve who trembled with fear for defying the Father God.

As a noble Deity Race, such humiliation was unbearable to them. Yet, sensing their father’s immense power, they couldn’t muster the courage to resist.

In the end, under the gaze of Uranus that was either expectant or threatening, no one dared to stand up in opposition.

“Hmph, be gone!”

After waiting a while, the Divine King finally let out a cold snort and dismissed his children.

Even he himself did not know whether he would have been pleased or enraged to lock them in the Abyss if someone had spoken out in retort.

He was beginning to regret hearing that prophecy. Perhaps the Prophet of Prophecy was right—being ignorant of one’s destiny might be better.

Shaking his head, his gaze fell from Mount of the Gods down below, and Uranus began to look forward to Gaia’s return.

Although he had previously guessed that the subsequent children were the threat to his throne, he did not embrace the idea of ceasing to procreate.

As a symbol of patriarchy, the embodiment of masculinity, the master of the sky—his virile desire was simply irrepressible.

Moreover, procreating offspring and expanding the scale of the Deity Race was his duty as the Divine King.

‘And they are still very weak,’ Uranus thought to himself.

Within a thousand years, before their divine power could accumulate, they posed no threat to him.

As for the future, the Divine King believed that with his supreme power, there would always be a solution.