The Underworld.
The Sea Realm.
They had each made their own choices and decided on what they wanted to do.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
The Celestial Realm!
There were also different movements happening here.
"Prometheus," Zeus said calmly, "you should be well aware of what the emergence of giants with Titan blood signifies, right?"
"Yes!" Prometheus responded respectfully. "Your Majesty, I fully understand what this signifies. That one also wishes to participate in the struggle of the Silver Age. That one even seeks to replace humanity's role as the central race and make the giants the new protagonists."
The implications were clear and undeniable.
Who had created the giants with Titan blood? Anyone with even a little sense could easily figure it out.
Because of this, everyone realized that this was no joke. It was a cold, hard fact.
And yet, if anyone thought about it for even a moment, they would realize just how terrifying this situation was.
The protagonist of the entire mythological world could be changed. While incredibly difficult, nothing was truly impossible. If that one wanted to make it happen, could it be done with their methods?
The answer was...
As long as no one stopped them, it was entirely possible for that one to succeed in due time.
Even if someone tried to intervene, who could say how things would turn out? It was impossible to predict. For that one, for the entire mythological world, for everyone involved, nothing was certain.
This was no idle speculation. It was a terrifying reality that no one could fully grasp.
The scariest part was that no one knew what the final outcome would be.
Can you really stand against that one? That is the Earth Goddess! The supreme Earth Goddess! What kind of terrifying price would you have to pay to face them?
Even if you were willing to pay the price, could you actually succeed?
It was impossible to say. No one could predict what the result would be. Many times, the truth is simply like this: the more you think about it, the more terrifying and horrifying it becomes.
For this reason, Prometheus was deeply solemn. He knew more of the inside story and understood what the outcome of all this might be.
In Prometheus' eyes, this was a game with no chance of victory. It was an unchangeable fact. After all, that one was the supreme Earth Goddess!
And no matter which gods were involved, they were merely gods of the later generations. Could these mere gods dare to challenge the Earth Goddess? Did they even have the qualifications?
Could this even be done?
Just thinking about it was enough to make people shudder, to feel endless chills and dread.
"Prometheus," Zeus looked at him calmly and said, "you are afraid. You are frightened."
"Yes!" Prometheus responded respectfully. "Your Majesty, I truly feel fear and dread because, at this moment, we are facing the supreme Earth Goddess. And in this game, the outcome is far from certain."
Prometheus' words were met with Zeus' eternal calmness and indifference.
For Zeus...
While he was violent, suspicious, and full of doubt, one could say that he embodied all the negative qualities of a king. But at the same time, those were also his best qualities. As a ruler, such traits were necessary.
However...
Zeus was not merely a tyrant. He was also a God-King, possessing the grandeur and authority that a God-King should have. This was only natural.
"Prometheus, go make your preparations," Zeus said indifferently. "You know what to do. Now that that one has entered the game, it means the established facts have already changed. Therefore, it also means we have a chance to become the protagonists of this era."
"Understood!" Prometheus respectfully withdrew.
"Hmph!"
After Prometheus left, Zeus let out a faint snort and shook his head with a mocking expression. "Even as the God of Wisdom, it's ultimately meaningless. The God of Wisdom?"
Zeus shook his head, full of ridicule.
He was utterly disdainful.
To Zeus, this so-called God of Wisdom was nothing more than a coward!
Every god had a rebellious heart, but in Prometheus, Zeus saw none. It was as if, after witnessing that one's actions, Prometheus had become entirely compliant, willing to follow orders without a hint of resistance.
Zeus had no regard for such a Prometheus. To him, it was meaningless.
A God of Wisdom?
If you don't even have the heart that a god should possess, then you're utterly meaningless. Zeus understood this very clearly and knew what the result would be.
Zeus withdrew his gaze, remaining calm as always.
"Hades, Poseidon, now that that one has entered the game, what choices will you make?"
"Heh heh heh~~~"
"I'm starting to find this interesting. Let me see what happens next in this era."
Zeus' eyes sparkled with thunder, filled with unshakable confidence. He did not believe he would lose. No matter how unfavorable the situation, how could he fail?
This was absolute confidence. Whether it was Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, as long as they were God-Kings, they possessed this confidence. This was the pride and self-assurance that came with being a God-King.
If even this pride was lacking, then they might as well die!
Being a god was a path against the current, one that required careful, unrelenting steps. Any lapse in vigilance would lead to fatal consequences.
Remember!
Any slackening could be deadly!
As the three God-Kings made their preparations, time passed in the blink of an eye. Millions of years flowed by in an instant.
The authority of the God-King passed from the hands of the Lord of the Underworld into the hands of the Sea Emperor.
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