Iapetus spoke passionately: "God King Kronos is forever undefeated! His incomparable courage always wins him victory after victory!"
"It was Kronos! It was His Majesty the God King! Under his leadership, Titan became the most glorious and powerful word in the universe! Harvesting all honor!"
Iapetus gazed at Prometheus, his profound words filled with determination and immense pride in past great victories.
"All Titans (except God Queen Rhea) once swore loyalty to the God King—they cannot act against the God King!"
"Under the God King's leadership, we three Primordial Titans are invincible—we cannot fail!"
"Under the God King's leadership, we will continue harvesting endless honor! He is the great god of harvest!"
"Kronos's son Zeus can never defeat the God King, just as you, Prometheus, can never defeat me!"
Iapetus took a deep breath and continued: "You should know that in this world, payment doesn't always guarantee reward—honor is so hard-won!"
"To gain reward, you must pay blood, sweat, and loyalty!"
"If a god grants you honor, then you should pledge your life in service!"
"Your betrayal cannot be forgiven!"
His tone became heavier, carrying indescribable complex emotions: "Go, Prometheus!"
"You are my child, but on the battlefield, facing rebellion, I will absolutely show no mercy!"
Upon hearing this, Prometheus was shrouded in sorrow and despair as he cried out: "Father god!"
"Go!"
He gave Prometheus no more chance to speak—decisive and resolute, sending Prometheus's heart completely to rock bottom.
Prometheus took a deep breath, gazing at his father and brothers before him. Finally, he made one last request: "Father god, my dear brothers—no matter where this war ultimately leads, please, no matter what, don't let the children join this terrible war."
"Their power is still too weak. Joining this war would be meaningless and only increase casualties. Please leave them a way out—keep them far from this battlefield of blood and fire."
Iapetus didn't refuse. His stern face finally showed a barely perceptible softening as he said quietly: "Depart, Prometheus."
Prometheus bowed deeply to Iapetus and turned to leave.
His retreating figure appeared particularly lonely against the towering, majestic Mount Othrys.
Just then, Iapetus gave him final counsel.
"Prometheus, my dear child. Remember—if you choose to serve a deity, as long as they don't actively harm you, you should treat them with the most sincere heart and repay them with the purest loyalty."
"Also, take care of your mother goddess."
Prometheus's figure paused briefly before he nodded silently.
After Prometheus departed—
Iapetus remained silently quiet for a very long time.
Finally, he said to Atlas: "Atlas, have Pleione take the children to Oceanus—go find your mother goddess."
Atlas was greatly startled: "Father god!"
Iapetus paid him no heed, turning directly to Menoetius, his voice calm: "Menoetius, have Erynia take the children back to Pontus first."
Having said this, Iapetus returned to his temple by himself.
He was not only death weaver, but also the recycler.
Atlas and Menoetius exchanged glances, both their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. They still couldn't understand why father god would issue such commands.
In their hearts' depths, they firmly believed God King Kronos would achieve final victory!
But since it was father god's command, they would both obey.
At this time, on the other side, Coeus and bright Phoebe had also quietly sent their two daughters who had never participated in war—Leto and Asteria—to memory goddess Mnemosyne's island.
They had always been on good terms with Mnemosyne, so they felt at ease entrusting their children to her.
With Coeus and Phoebe's wisdom and authority, they had already keenly sensed great misfortune.
After sending sincere prayers to Mnemosyne, the exact location of Mnemosyne's dwelling surfaced again in their memories—this already indicated Mnemosyne's attitude.
The goddess of civilized memory also advised them to serve Zeus, but they had no choice left. They could only refuse with smiles, only requesting that Mnemosyne take good care of their children.
Things had reached this point—they themselves had no second path to choose, but they wanted to leave their children a way out.
All gods were lonely existences. Giving birth to new laws or new life wasn't such an easy matter.
Toward children they had personally conceived—those law incarnations sharing their origins—most deities were extremely loving.
After all, types like Kronos who didn't care about their children at all were truly rare.
Zeus didn't yet know that the Titans in the opposing camp already harbored different thoughts, secretly making plans for the future.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
He wasn't a god of destruction—his purpose wasn't to destroy everything.
Quite the opposite—he would have great use for many Primordial Titans' offspring in the future.
Naturally, the more laws the world had, the better. Zeus needed an increasingly perfect world, ultimately reaching absolute perfection.
Moreover, his heart wasn't so narrow. As long as the other party didn't cause trouble, Zeus had no interest in making things difficult for minor characters.
He was now face-to-face with great mother goddess Gaia.
This primordial god who had existed since the world's beginning, embodiment of material concepts, great mother goddess of all things—even though her authority had been divided to this extent, she remained one of the most supreme great gods.
She was the world's indispensable foundation, an supreme existence who absolutely stood in an undefeated position at all times.
Facing this supreme great god, even Zeus had to maintain absolute respect.
In fact, any deity had to maintain absolute respect toward Gaia—she was the source of all life and existence.
This most primordial great mother goddess, like all mortal mothers, was full of complex and contradictory qualities.
Or rather, all mothers' qualities in the world originated from primordial mother goddess Gaia.
She was loving yet also had domineering aspects; gentle yet easily irritable; tolerant yet often petty; calm and steady yet also easily emotional.
She could strongly support the entire world yet was also often weak, hesitant when facing choices.
Sometimes she could resolutely make decisions, yet was also always prone to indecisiveness.
She always waited until many things developed to irreparable degrees before gritting her teeth to make up her mind and make even more difficult choices.
She deeply loved all her children but couldn't coordinate everything well, always wavering back and forth between her children, unable to choose.
As a mother, Gaia was just the most ordinary mother.
An imperfect yet genuinely loving mother who truly loved each of her children.
And now, Zeus wanted to use her love for some children to deal with her other children.
This was the first time Zeus had a one-on-one conversation with the mother goddess of all things.
During this period, mother goddess Gaia had been suffering terrible headaches.
She had been thoroughly tormented by this universe-spanning great war between Zeus and Kronos—the commotion from both sides' divine battles was always too massive.
Every time war broke out, she was the one who mediated, providing the steps for ceasefire. Otherwise, once both sides' gods started fighting, they simply couldn't stop.
The destroyed world also relied entirely on her to repair. Restoring those collapsed cosmic materials and structures was exhausting, leaving her utterly fatigued.
Though mainly it was mental exhaustion.
She had already been tormented by this war to the point of being unable to control her emotions, recently becoming particularly irritable—any small matter could make her angry.
Moreover, she no longer knew how to end this.
How should this evenly matched war between immortal divine spirits ultimately conclude?
This was something she couldn't imagine.
She wanted to overthrow Kronos's rule, but she didn't want Kronos to meet the same end as Uranus.
With her children fighting among themselves, her heart was also filled with sorrow and grief, pained by the fraternal slaughter.
Even now, she still couldn't directly oppose Kronos.
This child she had once loved most was the most courageous, most optimistic, and strongest child.
All these chaotic matters tangled together made the irritated her unwilling even to think.
Perhaps if she didn't think about anything, those terrible things wouldn't happen.
Even as mother goddess of all things Gaia, she had an ostrich mentality.
Though avoidance was shameful, it was often very useful.
At least—out of sight, out of mind, making her heart much more comfortable.
Like all mothers facing children who had gotten into a big fight, she could only pretend not to see and let them fight it out.
Only when the fighting got severe would she have to step out reluctantly and suppress the situation.
Facing Zeus who had come seeking help, she forced herself to receive him with good spirits.
Looking at this child full of vitality, sunny and cheerful before her, she couldn't help thinking: 'This child is just like Kronos once was—equally handsome and strong, equally possessing great courage, equally optimistic and confident, even equally gentle.'
She still couldn't understand why Kronos had become this cold and cruel appearance.
The loving mother goddess forced herself to ask: "Son of Kronos, Zeus—what brings you here today?"
Before Zeus could speak, she preemptively warned: "Let me say upfront—I've already helped you too much. I won't directly act to help you deal with Kronos."
Zeus's handsome face bloomed with an extremely gentle and sunny smile, his voice carrying ultimate affinity and respect: "Beloved mother goddess, how could I make such an excessive, even cruel request of you?"
"What kind of heartless, cruel god would demand that a loving mother harm her own dear child?"
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