Chapter 40: That’s Just What A God King Is
The Ocean Fairy’s delicate divine body has now been completely reduced to dust. If she weren’t the embodiment of the laws of perfume and healing, there truly wouldn’t even be a scrap left of her.
Cronus had no choice but to recreate a divine body for her, then immediately sent her back to the Ocean to scout some news. He currently had no mood to deal with her.
At that time, although He still didn’t know that the Ocean had openly declared its opposition to Him, with His wisdom, He naturally understood that the Ocean would not be His friend.
And there was a high probability it would become an enemy.
Moreover, the Ocean was so powerful that it had to be guarded against.
While repairing Mount Othrys, the more He repaired, the more stifled He felt, and the rage in His heart grew increasingly fierce.
His authority, His power, His face, and even His family had all suffered unprecedented severe losses in this sudden rebellion.
He had even lost His Goddess Queen!
Just thinking about the losses gave Him a dizzying feeling.
This kept Him perpetually on the edge of tyranny, with that world-destroying rage ready to erupt at any moment. It took immense effort to barely suppress it.
The attitudes of His once intimately close comrades had now become ambiguous and hard to discern.
The actions of the two Titan Gods, Crius and Hyperion, filled Cronus, whose strength was now greatly diminished, with extreme vigilance.
Even more terrifying was that after such a major event, although He hadn’t summoned the Gods, not only did the Gods not come to inquire about His well-being as the Supreme God King, they didn’t even send a single child or symbolic representative to check on the situation.
The Gods’ collective reaction of indifference sent shivers down Cronus’s spine.
He felt an unprecedented isolation, along with that terrifying coldness of betrayal!
Traitors! All traitors!!!
A bunch of traitors!
Damn traitors!
However, this couldn’t be blamed on the Gods; they had their own difficulties and considerations.
Those Gods who were already dissatisfied with Cronus feared that seeing the God King’s wretched state would make them unable to hold back their laughter.
These deities who were already thoroughly disappointed in Cronus naturally wouldn’t take the initiative to come at this moment.
And those neutral deities with wavering hearts needed to observe the situation even more, maintaining neutrality.
Expressing loyalty now would be too proactive and not good. If they chose the wrong side or stood with the wrong team, there would be no time for regrets, so they wouldn’t rush to show their stance.
Among the Gods, not all were rebels and onlookers; there were also great gods loyal to Cronus.
However, they also had to consider one thing: maintaining the God King’s face.
All deities knew what had happened. God King Cronus had suffered heavy losses, greatly losing face, with his majesty damaged.
But in the end, this was also a family affair of their God King Family. Without the God King issuing a summons, being too proactive might not be appropriate either?
If it aroused suspicion in the paranoid, cunning, cruel, and tyrannical God King Cronus, even breeding hatred, what then?
If the God King didn’t want others to see his humiliated and wretched appearance, rashly going there would further harm the God King’s face—what then?
It was precisely these various concerns that led the vast majority of Gods to choose to observe and remain silent.
When there was a risk of doing something wrong, it was better not to act; better still than moving.
Just like the Weaver of Death Iapetus, who was Cronus’s staunch supporter. When he discovered the drastic changes on the divine mountain, he immediately wanted to come to support Cronus.
Including his eldest son, the foremost powerhouse among the second generation Titans, the raging Atlas, and his second son, the reckless and arrogant Menoetius, who also wanted to rush after their father right away.
But they were all firmly stopped by Iapetus’s wife, Clymene, the Daughter of the Ocean.
The reason was to maintain the God King’s face. When the God King was not in danger, they could only await his summons to avoid unnecessary offense.
Although Iapetus was anxious, after much deliberation, he still heeded his wife’s advice and temporarily held back.
The Oceanid Goddess’s tenderness easily ensnared the cold Death.
In a silent, nourishing way, it temporarily halted his resolute steps.
Faced with Cronus, who had lost the gods’ hearts, each of the Gods had their own ideas, all seeking the best path for their own future.
This resulted in truly no great gods coming to care for the God King now. As for minor gods, they lacked the qualification and didn’t dare.
In fact, with God King Cronus’s wisdom, these complex thoughts and concerns of the Gods could be fully understood with just a little deeper consideration.
However, the God King, whose mind was continuously scorched by endless rage, clearly had no willingness to delve into these “minor details.” His heart was filled only with hatred and revenge.
Thus, God King Cronus could only harbor deep hatred in his heart for his once intimately close comrades, pouring out all his incomprehension and resentment.
A king finds it hard to reflect on himself.
Especially a supreme God King.
What they excel at most is blaming others, pushing all responsibility onto them.
The Gods only needed to consider the God King, but the God King had much more to consider.
Rather than reflecting on the self, better to directly blame others!
The God King is such a creature.
A tolerant king who can consider the difficulties of those under him is a truly rare gem; “one in a million” doesn’t do it justice.
The Gods under Cronus truly had it hard: inaction was wrong, but action wasn’t necessarily right either.
There are plenty in the world of such stubborn situations that block both ends.
As for the God King, this series of events he encountered made him angrier the more he thought, with his rage intensifying, his inner world growing hotter and more manic. Every moment he wanted to descend into madness, yet he could only forcibly endure.
He had been pondering the current situation, which filled him with extreme vigilance. It was no longer a time when he could act recklessly and control everything.
Now, he must find a way to win over the Gods, stabilize the situation, and deal with the rebels.
Then settle accounts one by one with all the betrayers!
But for now, he absolutely could not push potential allies toward the enemy.
Calmness, must stay calm!
These four words echoed repeatedly in the depths of Cronus’s divine soul, striving to suppress the rage that was ready to erupt at any moment.
However, all his efforts at calmness collapsed entirely when His Majesty the God King saw that rapidly growing Mount Olympus, even towering to match the former Mount Othrys—all his rationality was swept away!
All his remaining rationality was thoroughly shattered in that instant, impossible to contain any longer!
To hell with scheming! To hell with calmness! To hell with enduring!
The rebels have shown themselves—deal with them!!!
Deal with them!!!
His Majesty the God King, in tyranny laced with ecstasy, had his heroic and handsome divine visage distorted by rage. Alone, he shattered the void and unhesitatingly arrived at the towering Mount Olympus!
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