Chapter 43 The Show Begins
"Dear goddesses of fate, I want to know how to completely wipe out Taren!"
In the mysterious Temple of Destiny, Kronos looked at the three goddesses in front of him with a rare expression of loss of composure.
Since becoming the King of Gods, Kronos has not allowed himself to do anything that would undermine the dignity of the King of Gods. He carefully maintains the appearance of a King of Gods and even controls the expressions on his face.
But now, he had lost all his composure, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.
The three goddesses of fate were weaving the threads of fate. Upon hearing this, they raised their heads, and three pairs of beautiful yet indifferent eyes looked at Kronos together. They spoke together:
"Destiny cannot be erased."
Kronos was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
At this moment, Taren's words overlapped with the words of the three goddesses and repeated over and over in his mind, which completely ignited his fear.
He finally believed completely that Taren was destiny itself, because even with the power of the God King, he could not do anything to him!
No, he couldn't just let it go like this. He had completely offended Taren. Perhaps Taren would push the curse that frightened him in order to retaliate against him.
He couldn't do nothing, he had to solve this hidden danger.
If they cannot be erased, then they will be imprisoned. If they cannot be imprisoned, then they will be controlled. In short, he will never allow anyone who can threaten him to exist!
Thinking of this, Kronos calmed down, regained his composure, and no longer looked out of control.
He looked at the three goddesses in front of him, his eyes more inquiring.
He began to suspect that the reason why the three goddesses of fate did not agree to cooperate with him to seize the power of theocracy of Taren was not because they did not want to, but because they did not dare.
They knew about Taren's mystery and power from the beginning, and knew that they could not fight against him on their own. Even with the support of him, the God King, they were still not sure.
That's why they choose to keep to themselves.
This makes sense. No god would complain that his power is too great or that he holds too much divine authority, and these three goddesses are certainly no exception.
The reason they are unwilling is simply because they can't do it.
Taren was really too powerful, he had underestimated him before.
Taking a deep breath, Kronos put away all his arrogance and complacency at this moment, and began to think carefully about how to deal with Taron.
The only regret is that, perhaps because of their low level, the three goddesses of fate can only predict Taren's actions and cannot work together with him to deal with Taren.
But for Kronos, this was enough. At least he knew that Taren would not take any action in the next hundred years.
This gave him time to think slowly. He would no longer act impulsively and rashly. He would carefully consider all the details and make sure there was no possibility of any mistakes before taking action.
Just as all the attention of the God King Kronos was focused on the void and on Taren, a conversation that was enough to change the world had ended in the vast ocean current.
Zeus, who was young and brave, handsome and talkative, as well as optimistic and cheerful, and born powerful, was praised by Metis, the goddess of wisdom.
The Oceanid, who had never seen any god on land, was very fond of young Zeus and admired all his good qualities.
The two had a pleasant conversation, and Metis even developed a complete plan for Zeus.
They decided to rescue the gods who had been swallowed by Kronos before, Zeus' brothers and sisters.
Gods cannot be killed. Even if they have been swallowed by the God King and inherited the corresponding laws, they are still not dead.
Metis planned to use the purest water and the unique water laws of the ocean system to brew the most tempting wine. This wine could not only intoxicate gods but also make them vomit, and it would even work on the King of Gods.
At this moment, the gods also have wine, and they often drink at banquets, but most of this wine is condensed by the gods using the laws, and has various wonderful effects, and can even increase divine power.
It is not the wine that humans drink in later generations, that is created by the god of wine.
It took time for Metis to brew the divine wine, and during this time, Zeus was arranged by Rhea to go to the sacred mountain and work as a wine servant.
Zeus was already very powerful at this moment. He could use his own laws to conceal his own aura. Even if Kronos saw him, he would not be able to sense the father-son relationship between them.
But Kronos didn't care at all about the extra servant on the sacred mountain. After the birth of the golden humans, many gods would bring a few humans to their temples to serve as servants, which made the gods' lives much more convenient.
In Kronos's view, this was a very normal thing. As the queen of the gods, Rhea was in charge of all matters big and small on the sacred mountain, and as the king of the gods, it was impossible for him to be involved in everything.
What's more, he has other things to do now. His mind is now full of thinking about how to deal with Tarun. A huge sense of crisis enveloped him, making all other things stand aside.
At Rhea's suggestion, Kronos also became addicted to drinking.
This dizzy state of having his mind temporarily empty and not having to think about anything allowed him to temporarily forget the fear in his heart and the confusion of not knowing what to do.
However, due to his cautious nature, he did not drink much, at least he would not completely lose his mind, but just enjoy the feeling of being slightly tipsy every now and then.
He didn't know that every time the servant who served the wine lowered his head, his eyes flashed with forbearance and calculation.
Soon, hundreds of years passed.
Kronos still couldn't find a solution that satisfied him, which made him a little annoyed. As usual, he once again called the wine waiter.
This day was no different from any other, except that the wine in the glass seemed particularly mellow, exuding an enticing aroma.
Kronos, who was cautious by nature, felt a little strange, but when he looked up and saw that the servant was the same one he had been familiar with for hundreds of years, he felt relieved.
He started drinking, and then found that today's wine not only smelled fragrant, but also tasted exceptionally good, which made him drink too much without realizing it.
The familiar environment, the familiar servants, all of this familiarity gave Kronos a sense of security. He let down his guard for once and thought there was nothing wrong with getting drunk once.
So he gave up the idea of moderation and started drinking non-stop, hoping to put all these troubles behind him.
Kronos soon began to lose consciousness, and at the same time felt his stomach churning. He began to vomit without knowing it.
He spat out one figure after another, from Hestia at the beginning to Poseidon at the end, a total of five figures.
The five children he had swallowed were vomited out again, but due to the paralysis of the divine wine, he didn't even know what had happened.