"Faith."
"Courage."
"What are they... fighting for?"
Prometheus fell into silence.
He had many schemes, considered countless plans, but in the face of the supreme being's actions, all he felt was despair and helplessness, a complete inability to resist.
In Prometheus's eyes, he was not even a worthy opponent. He didn't have the qualifications to fight back.
That's why.
Now!
Prometheus found himself on the surface world, lost and confused. Zeus didn't push him further, knowing that something was wrong with Prometheus. He quietly allowed Prometheus to head to the surface.
Some things...
As they say, no matter how much others try to help, it's meaningless. If you can't see through it yourself, you'll never overcome it. This is an undeniable truth.
Prometheus understood this.
But.
Even knowing it, could he really break through his own limitations and move forward, step by step? Sometimes... these things are hard to say.
In silence, Prometheus gradually walked off into the distance.
...
The Underworld!
With Hades' growth, the underworld had steadily come into proper order. Since the creation of the mythical world, the Underworld, one of the four realms alongside Heaven, Earth, and Sea, had been completely neglected.
Of course.
For Tartarus, the God of the Underworld and one of the primordial gods, he didn't particularly care about this.
In Tartarus's eyes, these matters were trivial.
In a way, Tartarus was like a recluse. This doesn't mean he wanted to be one, but rather that he had to be.
This was a helpless situation for Tartarus. He had no choice.
Why?
Tartarus was the God of the Underworld, and he himself was the Underworld. He represented it. In this case, as the Underworld represented one of the four realms of Heaven, Earth, Sea, and Underworld, Tartarus couldn't act freely. If he did, it would create huge problems—this was an unchangeable fact.
To put it another way.
The Underworld, under Hades' rule, now wielded all the authority, like a powerful government official. Tartarus, however, was like a deposed emperor—he didn't want to interfere, but if he gave up completely, the result would be certain death.
This was an unavoidable reality.
Now!
Tartarus found himself in this awkward position. What could he do? There was no other choice. In some ways, it was a truly frustrating situation.
But today...
A black shadow manifested within the Underworld—it was Tartarus himself, appearing in his shadowy form.
Deep within the Underworld, the Twelve Titans remained sealed.
And yet...
For the Earth Goddess, Gaia, did she not wish to revive the Twelve Titans? It was pointless! If she truly wanted to, she could awaken them with a single thought.
However.
Fundamentally, it would be meaningless. Even if the Twelve Titans were revived, what would it change? They had already been defeated once, and that first defeat would lead to future defeats.
Even the invincible Titan King, Kronos.
After his defeat, Kronos lost everything and would be weakened to merely the level of a god-king. In this situation, everything was already pointless.
Because he wasn't a match!
And!
If you're not a match, you're simply not a match. That's an unchangeable truth. Sometimes, that's just the way it is. This kind of weakening was unacceptable to Kronos, and Gaia didn't want to see it either.
"Gaia."
Tartarus's shadowy figure spoke calmly, "What brings you to the Underworld?"
His tone was calm. As one of the primordial gods, he did not fear Gaia, even though she was indeed stronger. So what? They both represented fundamental forces in the cosmos—there was nothing to fear.
In the dim shadows.
Another figure appeared. Slowly, she stepped forward—a beautiful woman in a long gown. Even though it was just a projection, her beauty was unmistakable.
She walked forward with eyes full of endless calm.
The Earth Goddess: Gaia!
She was one of the original primordial gods, revered as the mother of creation, a being hailed as a Creator God.
"Tartarus, it's been a long time."
"A long time indeed."
Gaia spoke softly.
Her tone was filled with calm and serenity, like that of a mother, unbothered by anything else.
Tartarus responded in a similarly indifferent manner, "Gaia, no need for small talk. It's pointless. If you have something to say, just say it."
Tartarus didn't seem to care at all, his gaze devoid of any emotion.
But sometimes, such indifference makes things all the more interesting.
Gaia remained composed and said quietly, "Tartarus, I wish to collaborate with you. There is something I need your help with."
"Help?"
Tartarus frowned, his expression growing serious as he thought for a moment, "What are you planning? You should know very well that, because of your actions, the mythical world has imposed incredible restrictions on us primordial gods."
Tartarus truly felt helpless.
Gaia had created the race of Titans, and combined with the chaos caused by other gods, humans, who were supposed to be the main protagonists, had not yet been born. Instead, various demihuman races had emerged, plunging everything into confusion.
Although the mythical world hadn't directly acted, the restrictions and suppression on the primordial gods were growing ever more terrifying!
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