#2Chapter 2: Birth of Form
"God-King…" The young Uranus murmured the two words, his once calm heart burning with fervor.
But then he became somewhat confused, asking as if to himself, "But how can I become a God-King?"
"My dearest Uranus, you are the bravest god in the world, whether or not you are a God-King."
Gaia gently comforted the still young deity, her feminine radiance reaching its peak at this moment, a softness capable of embracing everything in the world.
Uranus looked at Gaia, infected by her tenderness, and bowed his body, as if the entire sky was descending.
At this moment, Heaven and Earth merged once more, indistinguishable, and the world again became a chaos.
And in this dimness, a woman dressed in black arrived at where Taren was. She slightly raised her head, revealing a face completely shrouded in night, its features indistinct. Only from the silhouette beneath the black garments could it be seen that this was an exceptionally bountiful woman.
Taren was startled awake by her arrival and simultaneously recognized her identity.
One of the primordial gods born alongside Erebus, the Goddess of Night, Nyx.
These twins, Erebus and Nyx, born together, the former was solidified pure black, the latter flowing gloom.
Erebus brought down the silence of eternal night, and where Nyx's skirt brushed, the trajectories of stars began to flicker.
The birth of this brother and sister gave Chaos the concept of "time"—the alternation of darkness and light quietly brewed in their breath, and the electric flashes that erupted when they intertwined carved the first crack in the void, becoming the prototype of the future Milky Way.
"Another powerful primordial god."
Taren thought helplessly, feeling the powerful aura of the other party and increasingly sensing his own weakness.
If the divine power of a primordial god was a full ten levels, then his current state was probably not even level one, even much weaker than the new gods born from these primordial gods.
Like Gaia, when the other primordial gods were born, they all sensed Taren's existence and gaze.
However, except for Gaia, the other gods were mostly formless and shapeless, without too many complex emotions, and were not interested in Taren.
So Taren found Nyx's visit strange. He thought for a moment and spoke with his consciousness:
"Respected Lady Night, do you have something to discuss with me?"
Nyx surveyed the formless, shapeless, unknown existence before her, nodded, and her voice was ethereal and otherworldly, but devoid of any emotion: "I have children who cannot be born."
Taren's mouth twitched. He never expected such a reason.
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If your children can't be born, why are you looking for me? I don't know how to deliver babies, I don't even have a body.
In his memory, Nyx indeed bore many children, some with Erebus and some conceived alone.
Each child symbolized a law, and each birth of a law meant that the world became a little more complete.
Among the most famous was the Goddess of Daylight, Hemera, who dispelled the night daily, forming a day-night cycle with her mother, and from then on, the world had the concept of day and night.
And Nyx, rather than conceiving offspring, was more like responding to the needs of the world, nurturing the new laws that the world required, as the saying goes, "conceived by heaven."
So what's the situation with "cannot be born"?
The most crucial thing is why she came to him if they couldn't be born?
As if seeing Taren's confusion, Nyx spoke again in her ethereal and calm voice:
"It's because of you."
Taren was even more bewildered now. Nyx said they couldn't be born because of him?
What did he do? How did he not know?
Meeting Nyx's expressionless gaze, Taren had no choice but to use his meager divine power to investigate the cause and effect.
It turned out that because of his arrival, he occupied the godhead of "Fate," and so the world no longer needed a new God of Fate.
But Nyx's children were destined, and this also belonged to fate, including the famous three Goddesses of Fate.
The three Goddesses of Fate (Moirai) are respectively:
Clotho, the spinner who weaves the thread of life.
Lachesis, the determiner of the length of the thread of life.
Atropos, the cutter of the thread of life.
The three goddesses form a complete closed loop of the cycle of fate. Their existence makes humanity struggle in the threads of inevitability; they may deviate from the path, but they will never break free.
But now, due to Taren's appearance, the three Goddesses of Fate, who were destined to be born, lost their original divine authority. Logically, they should have disappeared directly, as the world no longer needed them.
However, they had already been conceived, and so this awkward situation of "cannot be born" occurred.
Looking at it this way, it really seemed to be because of him. Nyx was like a wronged party coming to demand an explanation.
Taren felt a bit awkward. He thought for a moment and tentatively said, "Your Highness Nyx, I deeply sympathize with your predicament. Since it's a lack of origin preventing their birth, perhaps I can try."
Nyx nodded. Her personality was very minimal at this point, with almost no emotional fluctuations.
Having received Nyx's consent, Taren tentatively wrapped a trace of the origin representing fate with his meager divine power and covered Nyx's body.
The next moment, he sensed something. The humming of laws resounded, and it seemed as if the entire world was trembling. Invisible threads of fate intertwined in the void, and in the center of those threads, three exquisite figures appeared.
Those figures were full and voluptuous, with graceful and expansive postures. Beneath their light, form-fitting garments were perfect feminine curves, and their features were even more delicate and beautiful, seemingly exuding vibrant vitality.
"Clotho / Lachesis / Atropos, we greet Father God and Mother Goddess."
The three sisters spoke simultaneously, their voices light and pleasant. They did not show any disrespect due to Taren's weakness, for they could feel the destined aura about him.
Nyx was neither pleased nor surprised by their birth, showing almost no emotion. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly sensed something and looked towards the void where Taren was located.
The originally formless space suddenly began to fluctuate. Even more invisible, mysterious threads appeared, weaving a young figure.
It was a man, handsome and young. His features were gentle, he wore a white robe, and his pair of purple eyes seemed to see through everything, though at this moment, they also held a hint of surprise.
"I have a human form?"
Taren was somewhat surprised to find that he seemed to have shed his formless state. The reason seemed to be the birth of the three Goddesses of Fate, for with their appearance, Taren's divine power increased once more.
"No, not just that." Taren quickly sensed something, looking towards the distant, still fluctuating Sea of Origin, and a deduction formed in his mind: "The Twelve Titans are about to be born."
At the same time, he realized that letting fate unfold on its own didn't seem to increase his divine power as much as when he actively pushed it.
Perhaps it was because a prophecy only counted as a prophecy if people knew about it; what he thought himself didn't count, so he needed to communicate with other gods.
So, if he wanted to become strong quickly, wouldn't he have to personally push for those things that were destined to happen?