Naturally, the God-King's lover did not dare appear before the Queen of the Gods. No god dared insult her dignity.
As the Queen, Rhea's authority did not rely solely on her husband's power—she herself was one of the Twelve Primordial Titans!
She possessed power and means in abundance!
Anyone who dared cross the line with her—casting them into Tartarus would be perfectly justified.
But this minor interlude was of no importance. What mattered most was the great scheme now in motion. The God-King's affair had instead become a perfect point of leverage.
At last, the opportunity arrived.
Zeus had long since memorized every detail of the God-King's habits. After his secret rendezvous, he always liked to indulge in drink.
With sweet mead, he would further loosen his already euphoric spirit, his mental state relaxing into a languid complacency.
Or rather—the God-King hadn't had any sense of vigilance for a long, long time.
And that—was the perfect chance.
Zeus spoke sweetly and flatteringly, every word like honey pouring into Kronos's ears.
He coaxed the God-King into drinking cup after cup, until he was tipsy and flushed, immersed in delight and sensory indulgence.
Meanwhile, on another peak of Mount Othrys, Rhea was watching everything with great care.
When she received the signal from Zeus, she drew a deep breath. The tension she felt surpassed even what she'd experienced during the plot against Uranus. Yet she did not hesitate.
Her next action was executed without a moment's delay. She poured all her power into exercising her great authority—extremely slowing the flow of all elements and laws surrounding Kronos, making the entire universe grind to a crawl in his vicinity, nearly to a complete standstill.
Until nearly all laws were frozen solid, the connection between the unguarded God-King and the world had been weakened to its absolute minimum.
Even the divine power and law-energy flowing within Kronos himself had been suppressed to the extreme, turning sluggish and feeble.
The God-King, freshly content from his secret affair, now steeped in the gentle haze of mead, wore a satisfied smile on his lips. His gaze was hazy, oblivious to anything strange around him.
His power was too vast, his body too mighty—so when the God-King drank, he would deliberately dampen the strength of his divine body.
Otherwise, even nectar meant for gods could bring him no pleasure.
Drinking meant getting drunk! He wanted to enjoy that tipsy, in-between feeling of intoxication.
That brief moment of detachment and blurriness—that curious borderland between divinity and the mundane—the God-King was not immune to its charm. It was one of his few enjoyments, a brief self-induced numbness.
Besides, for him, even if he got drunk, sobering up only took a single thought.
He simply couldn't imagine anything happening.
In this universe, who would dare oppose the God-King?
Who dared defy him?
Who could defy him?
As the powerful second-generation God-King Kronos once again drank, from Zeus's hand, a cup of mead that had been utterly transformed…
In that single fleeting moment, the universe held its breath—everything froze in place—except the wheel of fate, which began to spin ever faster.
Zeus—struck!
When Zeus was conceived, Rhea had not simply followed Kronos's will—had not merely woven the authority to erode the heavens.
She had deeper plans.
Toward this only hope, her only salvation, the child who bore all her love and hate, all her hope for the future—she had poured in all her power to create divine laws of his own.
She didn't just borrow the God-King's power to corrode the authority of the sky—she actively targeted the foundational law of "Harvest" that Gaia, Mother of All, had once bestowed upon Kronos to open the heavens and the earth.
Mother Rhea secretly and deeply infiltrated and altered Kronos's most essential divine laws.
And at this very moment, the ancient, eternal schemes laid by Gaia, Nyx, and Rhea—the Mother of All, the Mother of Night, and the Supreme Queen—finally came into play.
The only thing that puzzled Rhea was that the process had gone smoother than expected. The Sky Father Uranus, whose power had been used, showed no reaction to the corruption of his authority, allowing Rhea to take and remake as she pleased.
Not only was a "Sky" concept similar to the Firmament created, but also fragments of Uranus's hidden authority over "Sovereignty" were woven into it.
Additionally, there were very abstract yet intensely powerful concepts that Rhea could clearly sense—"Future" and "Hope."
And the one she anticipated most, the most central law linked to harvest—"Division."
The power to divide all things.
To separate the children swallowed by the God-King, and bring them back.
To reshape fate through separation.
And now, that supreme authority of Division revealed its unmatched power.
Even a God-King of countless eons, in this moment when his spirit and law were severed from the world, was instantly shattered by Zeus's Division—his long-guarded strength utterly undone.
All his dignity and might, that face of invincibility, were torn apart by his own arrogant negligence.
His solidified order was ripped apart along with him—becoming obsolete.
In his hubris and carelessness, he lost nearly everything in an instant.
The first to be separated out were the primordial laws of Fertility and Abundance.
These had been gifted by Gaia to Rhea to mask Zeus's birth and fool Kronos. In name, those two laws were Zeus. But they lacked spirit or consciousness, so Zeus unceremoniously claimed them for himself.
Then came the recently devoured one—Poseidon, the Earth-Shaker.
He was the embodiment of "Sea," "Ocean," and "Earthquakes."
As his form emerged from Kronos's body, the scent of tides and the tremor of earth bloomed simultaneously, announcing his return.
Zeus had not only separated out the divine laws—he had also extracted their original divine spirits, and even the portions of Kronos's divine power and body that had been absorbed and strengthened through them.
The gods who were separated out were complete from the start—divine spirit, divine law, and divine body all intact.
And they were incredibly powerful—because their knowledge of divine law usage and development had been completely absorbed from Kronos himself. Moreover, they carried fragments of Kronos's nearly limitless divine power.
When Zeus reached the third separation, something unexpected shook him deeply—then filled him with uncontainable joy.
Without hesitation, he acted. He clenched his heart and struck hard—his divine spirit trembled violently, his overwhelming aura weakened sharply.
He emerged from chaos and void, shrouded in deep darkness and stillness. His eyes glowed with an abyssal light.
He was the supreme god of shadows, gloom, obscurity, dusk, and the dark.
Erebus, Hades—emerged.
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