Chapter 97: Unease In The Shadows
But at that moment, Night Nyx called out to Zeus.
Her figure shrouded in darkness swayed slightly as she hesitated and said: “Zeus, this does indeed solve the problem, but Mother of All may not agree with your decision.”
“After all, those are all her children. Even if she is extremely dissatisfied in her heart, she absolutely does not wish to destroy Them, or cast Them into the even more terrifying Tartarus.”
Zeus did not turn his head, saying softly: “Since there is no other method, then we can only choose this sole method.”
“Four children in exchange for six—Mother Goddess should thank me.”
Finally, Zeus said softly with an unquestionable decision: “For this matter, please keep it secret for me temporarily, dear one. Do not tell Mother Goddess. One less moment of painful emotions is always better than one more moment.”
With that said, Zeus no longer lingered. His figure rapidly departed, transforming into a streamer as he hurried toward Gaia’s location.
There was still much to discuss there.
While Zeus came to Goddess of Night here to finalize the scheme, Prometheus, after defecting to Zeus, was also heading to Mount Othrys for the first time to see his father and brothers.
He came quietly.
This foreseer, in several intense battles, had always charged bravely at the forefront.
Toward his two brothers—Atlas and Menoetius—that was heavy blows struck without mercy!
By now, he had barely gained the trust of the gods of Olympus.
His visit to his father and brothers this time was not to collude with the enemy and betray, but to make a final effort to persuade Them to surrender.
He firmly believed that it was still not too late now!
Although he did not know Zeus’s scheme, he had already keenly sensed unease.
In this seemingly calm struggle where both sides’ strength was evenly matched, deep unease had completely enveloped Prometheus’s heart.
It had been nearly ten years since he came to Mount Olympus, yet he still could not see through this son of Cronus, not even the slightest bit of his inner thoughts.
It seemed that this son of Cronus was truly different from God King, but rather affable and warm like Goddess Queen Rhea, filled with light and hope.
He was confident and open, possessing unmatched courage and profound wisdom, always radiating a sun-like smile.
No matter what major event occurred, he stood at the very front, bearing everything. His magnanimity was tolerant and vast, able to accommodate all things.
That Poseidon whom everyone despised was like his own two brothers, arrogant and reckless, moody and endlessly greedy.
Poseidon had offended him many times, even being disrespectful in words, yet he disregarded it entirely, still treating him as a brother and showing mercy and tolerance.
Such a god was simply too perfect.
Perfect to the point of being unrealistic.
“Not quite—except for his fondness for beauty.” Prometheus added in his heart.
This seemed to be the only “flaw” of this son of Cronus.
But this was not really a true flaw. In the universe, aside from Oceanus, which great god did not have some lovers?
Moreover, the goddesses close to Zeus were all so powerful that this fondness for beauty had instead become an advantage.
His friends were increasing, the deities following him were increasing, and the gods were increasingly convinced of him.
Such a god who appeared to have no flaws and was perfect without defect could only prove one thing!
What he sought was immense! His ambition boundless!
Because there had never been such a god king in the world! Not even heard of!
A god who had never made a mistake was simply too terrifying.
Then, would such a god be content to just drag this on?
Content to continue this meaningless war?
God King was immensely powerful, but Zeus could contend with him.
God King could not be destroyed, but was there really no method?
One must know that the once invincible Heavenly Father Uranus ultimately still fell into eternal deep sleep.
The calmer the present, the more uneasy and anxious Prometheus felt in his heart, with anxiety following like a shadow.
He was very clear that with his status and merit in Olympus, if Zeus succeeded, he would be unable to plead successfully for his father and brothers.
Then only the sole method remained!
Persuade his father and brothers to surrender to Zeus in time!
Even now, it was still not too late.
Even if much would be lost, the future could still be embraced.
But if They remained stubborn, there would surely be no future left.
When Prometheus arrived at Mount Othrys once again, looking at this divine mountain that was still infinitely majestic, his gaze was extremely complex.
Iapetus Family was the only family granted honor by God King Cronus.
Their honor was bestowed upon this divine mountain, in God King’s eternal divine palace, by the once supreme God King.
Yet, how much longer could this divine mountain representing the center of the universe stand?
How much time would another equally towering divine mountain need before it completely replaced this divine mountain?
Prometheus arrived at Iapetus’s divine palace. Aside from some elemental deities patrolling the outer perimeter of the divine palace, there were no other gods inside the divine palace. His father and brothers were currently attending God King’s feast.
Although God King Cronus had quit drinking, to boost the low morale of the Titan gods, he held endless feasts day after day.
Wine could still be drunk—as long as one did not wish to get drunk, a god would not get drunk.
Although drinking without getting drunk was tasteless.
Even though war was ongoing, both sides had a special, unexpected calm.
Prometheus waited outside the divine palace for a long, long time before his father and brothers finally returned unhurriedly from the feast.
The moment he saw Prometheus, the originally slightly tipsy reckless Menoetius instantly had eyes blazing with rage, his drunkenness instantly sobering.
His burly frame immediately surged forward, intent on properly teaching a lesson to this hateful traitorous younger brother!
Furious Atlas had his divine power become chaotic and wild around him, nearly entering a berserk state directly.
Instead, it was Weaver of Death Iapetus, the great Cyclical Recycler. His profound gaze fixed on Prometheus, stopping his two emotionally agitated children.
He made no unusual moves, did not even blame Prometheus, his face only calm.
With an unexpectedly calm demeanor, he said in a low voice: “Prometheus, while His Majesty the God King does not yet know of your arrival, leave immediately. Otherwise, you will receive the most cruel punishment at once.”
“The punishment for a betrayer.”
However, Prometheus did not heed his father god’s advice.
He said solemnly: “Revered father god, my dear brothers, I swear upon my honor that the final victory in this war will absolutely not belong to His Majesty the God King!”
“His Majesty the God King’s order has been thoroughly rejected. The corrupt and stubborn old order will surely be destroyed!”
“Victory will only belong to son of Rhea, to illustrious Zeus!”
“Have you thought about the future? If defeated, what fate will befall you?”
“All glory will vanish into smoke, and all the beauty in the universe will be something you can no longer enjoy!”
