Lord Mobius softly said, "My dear Lord Prometheus," with a radiant flower crown on His head, a daisy blooming by His ear, "You, a god, are the measure of all things. A god is the most important standard for measuring the world, without exception."
"Some things should not be done by us, but defined by the world, and changed by fate." A flicker of determination shone in Lord Mobius's deep, ocean-like eyes.
He still wanted to stick to His own choice; He might not be able to compare Himself to the world, but He could uphold His original intention and follow His inner thoughts without crossing the line.
"The reason gods are gods and not other beings is, in the final analysis, because we have thoughts and bottom lines. But if we can't even protect our own bottom lines, then what kind of gods are we?" The small white flower fell from His ear, landing on the marriage floor, blooming into small clusters of flowers.
"Lord Prometheus, if You unscrupulously destroy humanity for the sake of my divine authority, then the next god can do the same, and with me as a reference, they will be even more extreme and ruthless." A dahlia appeared in Lord Mobius's hand again.
Dahlias are large, richly colored flowers with a strict sense of order.
"In this way, order will also collapse. Yes, I can pretend to know nothing, feign innocence, and pretend this was Lord Prometheus helping me obtain it. But this will still happen; the sin of destroying humanity will be upon You." Lord Mobius caressed the dahlia in His hand. "But if that's the case, then the world will become even more brutal, with even fewer bottom lines."
"If there are other gods who want to obtain the same divine authority as me, such as Lord Apollo, or Lord Ares, then would you refuse them?" Lord Mobius asked.
Zeus fell silent; He understood the meaning in Lord Mobius's words. If such a thing happened once, it would happen a second time. There are no airtight walls in the world, and if their conversation were to leak out, it could very likely cause a devastating disaster.
"It's obvious that you wouldn't refuse either," Lord Mobius said with a smile, "So! If we so casually destroy the world to gain divine authority, what should we do afterwards?"
"You should know that there are more divine authorities related to destruction than just that. In the Underworld, countless gods are confined there. They desperately crave a world-destroying disaster, and they are fully capable of destroying the world. Then Olympus's rule will be over." Lord Mobius tossed the dahlia, leaving only its withered stamen in His hand.
Zeus's face turned pale. As the ruler of Olympus, He had actually forgotten about that group of gods in the Underworld.
They are the descendants of the great Nyx, Goddess of Fate, and wield a large number of destructive divine authorities. If they opened this loophole, what would become of the earth!
Other gods might not know, but He would definitely be driven from His position as King of Gods! Because He had disrupted order.
A clear look flashed in Prometheus's eyes, but a trace of the power of fate lingering around Him had been affecting His prophetic abilities.
He had also thought of this consequence, but He firmly believed that there was no error in His prophecy.
"If anyone can casually destroy the world to gain divine authority, then does this world still need to exist?" Lord Mobius asked.
"There's no need for it to exist, right! Thought is the beginning of our birth, and the world grants us bodies. This is what makes us different from other dead things, isn't it?"
"If the entire world falls into nothingness, how sorrowful such a world would be, with no future, no past, only the present."
"The world will, or rather, will make the first gods step down and strip them of their origin."
"While being stripped of one's origin is impossible, being cast into Tartarus Hell is not."
Lord Mobius's words were like a speck of light in the darkness, a breath of air when drowning, making Prometheus and Zeus think of the future consequences.
Prometheus's cold sweat poured down, and He dared not blindly believe His prophecy anymore.
Sweating profusely, He looked at Lord Mobius and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Lord Mobius, I had not thought of that."
The moment Prometheus admitted His mistake, the power of fate on His body dissipated.
A faint light came from afar, and a mysterious laugh, carrying strange colors, said, "It is indeed Mobius, so clever, to be able to refuse temptation. If you were my child, I would certainly use all my strength to help you."
She stepped on silver-green twilight, her deep purple robe adorned with stars and dark lace, tightly clutching an ebony scepter in her hand, a purple veil over her face, a poppy wreath on her head, and a cloak woven with peeling, glowing stars behind her.
Her hair seemed to be made of the deepest darkness, with faint purple light points constantly precipitating from the ends, and her exposed eyes were like exploring black holes.
Her voice was full of mystery and profundity, "Congratulations on passing my test, dear Mobius."
"You are..." Lord Mobius's throat moved, and His voice began to tremble as He looked at the god before Him.
Zeus was also shocked by the goddess before Him, but He dared not harbor any covetous thoughts.
He immediately said respectfully, "Great Nyx, Goddess of Fate and Night, why do you have time to come to Olympus?" Meanwhile, Prometheus, standing opposite Lord Mobius, was utterly pale.
He finally understood why He had been so irrational; He was a prophet, yet He had thought of such a foolish thing.
Nyx lightly touched the air, and a mysterious fragrance, like darkness itself, wafted forth, "I came for him."
Nyx's powerful finger pointed at Lord Mobius.
Prometheus's pupils contracted, and He couldn't help but take a step back, opening His mouth as if to say something, but He dared not say anything.
Nyx produced a strand of thread in her hand, carrying the aura of fate.
"Prometheus, I apologize, I just influenced you with the power of fate." Nyx hung the thread in front of Prometheus. "Let this be my apology."
"This is a thread woven from my power of fate, can it serve as my apology to you?" Nyx said with a smile to Prometheus.
Prometheus took another step back, treading on the recently withered dahlia.
Though this strand of thread might seem unassuming, it was an invaluable treasure to Prometheus!