Chapter 37: Surrendering Is A Form Of Wisdom!
The slightly immature Pallas and Perses could not wait to look toward Crius, their gazes full of anxiety, fearing that the majestic and silent Father God would utter words of refusal.
Helios and Semele also looked toward Hyperion, their gazes identical to those of the Pallas brothers, all filled with expectation and desire.
Crius and Hyperion both fell into silence at this moment.
They were all Titans who had experienced the ways of the world, deeply knowing that no matter how good the promises now, the future was uncertain.
Back then, Cronus was also high-spirited, confident and brave, passionate and humble, but later did he not start targeting everyone, treating his siblings and friends as stepping stones?
This Son of Cronus seemed even more courageous and resolute than Cronus, his breadth of mind even worthy of admiration from the gods.
But precisely because of this, another concern arose in their hearts: once such a god becomes the God King, would not everyone else be even less able to contend with him afterward?
Zeus did not urge them, nor did he continue offering more chips; he knew the principle of overdoing it.
He simply quietly awaited the replies from Crius and Hyperion; this composure and steadiness were instead more persuasive.
For a moment, too many gods stared at them, and the vast Starry Sky Temple fell into dead silence, with only strange starlight flickering in the silence.
Crius and Hyperion exchanged another glance in secret, and ultimately decided to support Zeus.
In the current situation, one path was unknown, but at least it appeared bright.
While the old path was truly dim and without light, already a dead end.
Now they could only pin their hopes on the Son of Cronus, that he was truly as he appeared, a god who was consistent inside and out, and who saw things through to the end.
Hyperion raised the final question: “Respected Zeus, do you already have a method to deal with the God King?”
This was the question they cared about most; a war without an end could not gain support.
Zeus nodded, his tone serious and firm: “I already have a foolproof plan, only awaiting the right moment.”
The Starry Sky Temple fell into silence once again, but this silence carried a trace of relief and expectation, along with a firm determination brewing.
After a long while, Crius slowly spoke, his majestic and dignified voice echoing in the sacred, radiant Starry Sky Temple,
“Respected Son of the Goddess Queen, your generosity commands the respect of the gods; we are willing to follow your command.”
“However, Hyperion, Theia, and I have all sworn oaths of allegiance to the God King; we will not take action personally, please understand.”
His tone was candid, drawing a clear line, “We will also not help the God King; in this war, we will remain neutral.”
“However, our children have not sworn oaths to the God King; their future is for them to choose themselves. If you have any needs, you may freely command them.”
“I believe they will be very willing to obey your orders, to fight for your sacred great undertaking, and win glory for their own future.”
As soon as Crius finished speaking, the majestic and burly Starry Sky Giant God Astraeus had already strode to Zeus’s front, kneeling on one knee, his voice steady and firm: “Noble future Master, Astraeus is willing to fight for you; your will is my will!”
This Second Generation Titan, the eldest son of Crius, who seemed the most composed, was now instead the quickest to act.
Pallas, Helios, and the other gods also promptly knelt on one knee, similarly declaring their allegiance.
The power of the Starry Sky gods was now fully gathered at Zeus’s side.
Zeus said solemnly: “I, Zeus, sacred Son of Rhea, guarantee to the gods that I will share nectar with the gods and share the world’s honors with the gods.”
“The universe’s supreme noble honor, I will never exclusively enjoy!” Zeus’s voice resounded through the starry sky, making a sacred oath.
Crius and the other Titans now also stood up, bowing their heads to Zeus in respect.
Zeus said with a smile: “Please be seated, gods; next, I will construct a divine mountain surpassing Mount Othrys.”
“In the present, it will be the place of my frontal decisive battle with the God King. In the future, it will be the place where I feast and drink merrily with the gods, sharing honors!”
After Zeus left, only the three of them remained; Pontus’s son Thaumas was temporarily staying with his sister Eurybia.
Pontus would never dare to participate in this terrifying war; even if the future yields were not great, stability was most important, and preserving himself was his primary objective.
His relationship with the Celestial Pantheon was ultimately a bit distant; he only dared to choose to stay clear of trouble and remain as neutral as possible.
The wise Metis could not help but speak at this point, her tone carrying a trace of complexity: “You are truly willing; if you divide authority like this, once you become God King later, how much control will you have left?”
Zeus smiled; he did not respond to this topic, but shifted direction, asking: “Mother Goddess, which mountain peak do you think we should select as our future residence?”
Rhea pondered for a moment and smiled back: “This matter should still be decided by the future God King; this is your glory and responsibility.”
Zeus laughed heartily and said gravely: “Good!”
“Then it shall be Mount Olympus!”
Metis, with complex emotions, narrowed her gaze and said: “Mount Olympus is nothing special, not majestic enough, and moreover, too close to Mount Othrys; should we reconsider?”
Zeus laughed heartily, his laughter extremely open and hearty: “It must be close to the God King; close to him yet unable to suppress us—that is when the God King’s throne should change gods!”
“As for majesty or not, that is unimportant; a mountain is merely a lifeless thing, forever honored because of the gods.”
“Where the God King is, that is the true divine mountain.”
The moved Metis looked at Zeus and said no more, gently nodding.
She was merely the Goddess of Wisdom, not a God King who embodied courage, confidence, resolve, and ambition.
Rhea also nodded repeatedly; as the Goddess Queen, she understood best that for the God King, all glory existed because of the God King, not vice versa.
Zeus said to Rhea: “Mother Goddess, please go lead Hestia and the others to Mount Olympus.”
“Metis and I will go to Mount Olympus first to select the location. We are about to welcome the first great battle.”
Rhea nodded heavily, her flowing, multicolored hair dancing with the motion, then set off to gather Hestia and the others.
The sacred Mother Goddess now truly possessed a bright future and hope.
Zeus looked at Metis, raised his eyebrow, and smiled: “Dear bright-eyed Metis, let’s go see our future home together.”
The shy Metis’s heart skipped a beat; she dared not look at Zeus, turned and dashed into the world. The sweet breeze rippled her heart lake, also bringing her sweetness.
The Goddess of Wisdom was very much looking forward to their future new home.
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