"Did you design all of these?"
In the endless void, Prince Ananke, shrouded in darkness, asked with a smile, "You have twisted Zeus's will; the meaning of war has changed."
As the goddess of destiny, Ananke is most sensitive to change, and she knows clearly that something has changed.
If Zeus initially fought for the world and for himself, now he fights for honor and for Taron.
Different meanings will inevitably lead to different results.
Even she, the goddess of destiny, doesn't know what the final outcome will be.
"Your Highness, you are joking." Taren smiled gently. "I've been here the whole time, with you. I haven't done anything."
"You haven't done anything right now; it's just that your previous efforts have come true today."
From the moment of her birth, Ananke sensed this goddess of destiny, and in a corner unnoticed by anyone, she had been watching Taren.
She witnessed Taren and Uranus make a wager, and she also witnessed him make his first prophecy at the feast of the gods.
At that time, Taren was only a weak god, and no one believed what he said; they even regarded him as a joke.
But all of this came true later, and he even stepped in to stop Uranus's curse.
He will become known to all and will firmly grasp his own destiny, thereby gaining the initiative to entangle and struggle with the second-generation god-king Cronus.
These actions, though seemingly fruitless, left an indelible and mysterious impression on the twelve Titans.
It can be said that the twelve Titans were the ones most deeply affected by Taron, to the point of fear.
Mother Earth Gaia had witnessed Taren at his weakest, and her belief was more of a blind faith than genuine fear.
It is the profound impression left over thousands of years that has led to the current situation, and even if Zeus wanted to change it, he was powerless to do so.
Thus, this perfectly good struggle for divine right has turned into this strange battle, which seems to have become a battle to defend destiny.
However, this also shows that the current situation was already predetermined when Taren participated in the world simulation.
What do you want to do next?
Anan took the initiative to speak, making no attempt to hide her interest. Over the years, observing Taren had almost become a habit for her, and also the most interesting pastime in her boring life.
"I want to ask Lady Night to cover my escape from here," Taren answered frankly. "Only eternal night can shield the God-King from his senses."
Now, outside the void, there are seven Titans guarding the area, including a God-King. If Taren wants to leave unnoticed, he can only ask Nyx for help.
"Okay." Anan nodded without hesitation, without even asking for payment: "I will persuade her to help you."
Her decisiveness made Taren wonder if she had deliberately stayed here, waiting for this very moment.
After all, as the god of destiny, Ananke also possesses the ability to foresee the future.
only--
"Beautiful goddess, Your Highness Ananke, why are you helping me?" Taren finally asked the question that had been bothering him.
"I've already answered that question. What's the point of saying everything is predetermined? I want to see more changes," the goddess replied with a smile, her tone full of meaning.
This Prince Ananke seems to have a rather wicked personality; who would go against their own priesthood?
Taren thought to himself, but still cautiously asked, "But if that's the case, you'll lose our bet."
"Is that so?" Anan smiled nonchalantly. "That's a real shame."
She expressed regret, but Taren didn't detect a hint of regret in her voice; in fact, she seemed to be looking forward to it.
No, this must be a misperception. Who makes a bet with the intention of losing? It can't be that Prince Anank wants to be his follower, can it? How could that be?
Taren shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic idea, and focused on the present. He asked, "When can we leave?"
He subtly reminded him, "Furthermore—Your Highness, I would like to discuss some details with Prince Nyx."
Compared to Ananke, whom he couldn't understand, Taren felt that Nyx, who lacked humanity, was easier to communicate with.
At least Nyx would state what she wanted directly, but this Ananke, Taren had no idea what she wanted to do or what she was planning to do.
The unknown is what is most alarming.
"Ah, alright then." Anan looked regretful, but still smiled and said, "We'll meet again."
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After he finished speaking, the darkness of the eternal night covered everything, and amidst the twinkling stars, a voice devoid of emotion rang out: "Three times."
Nix calmly stated, "You owe me three times."
Taren was instantly exasperated and tried to reason with him: "The two times you helped Zeus, you should go to him and ask for it back."
But Nyx just stared at him calmly without saying a word, and Taren felt his scalp tingle from her gaze.
After struggling for a long time, he finally gave up the idea of renege on his debt and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, three times it is. Now can you send me away? And without the God King finding out?"
"Can."
Seeing that he agreed, Nyx replied very quickly this time.
But I don't know if it's just my imagination, but this goddess, who is usually so emotionless, seemed to have a hint of a smile in her voice when she answered this time.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Mount Olympus.
Zeus, now forced to acknowledge the existence of Taron, had an incredibly complex expression.
He listened silently as the gods discussed how to rescue Taren, while pondering how to turn the situation around in his favor.
Zeus's preferred scenario was for everyone to focus on dealing with Cronus and overthrowing the old order, rather than saving a particular god.
"His Highness Taren may not want to be disturbed."
With this in mind, Zeus pondered and spoke up: "He is so mysterious and powerful that if he truly wants to leave that blockade, he certainly doesn't need our help."
"The most urgent task is to fulfill the guidance of destiny, defeat the tyrannical God King, and establish a new order. This is what the great Prince Taren wants to see."
"And we should follow the guidance of fate."
Zeus spoke very skillfully, first exaggerating Taron's abilities and making it seem as if he was unwilling to leave his confinement, thus effectively diverting the attention of the gods.
Zeus's feelings toward Taron were incredibly complex.
Gratitude is certainly present; without Taren, he wouldn't have been able to avoid the perception of Cronus and wouldn't have received the support of so many gods.
But to say that he had no reservations would be a lie.
No god-king could accept a being with more prestige than himself; Cronus was no exception, nor was Zeus.
Even though Zeus has not yet become the king of the gods, he already has a sense of crisis.
But this is too crucial for him now. He can't give up Taren because he knows very well that, given the current situation, giving up Taren is tantamount to giving up the position of God King.
Unable to give up, yet deeply fearful, Shen Si could only look for other solutions.
for example--
He used Taren's reputation to raise his banner and then recruited the gods to do his own thing.
And that's exactly what he did. The only minor mishap was that Taren's fame was so great that he couldn't get a say, and everyone's attention was on Taren, not him.
In that case, let's marginalize Taren.
Since Taren can't leave the Void now, he can slowly weaken Taren's influence on the gods, and it won't take much time.
Zeus was confident that he could demonstrate his abilities in future battles, making these gods remember him and respect him from the bottom of their hearts.
So from the very beginning, Zeus never intended to save anyone.
How could he possibly go to save him? He'd rather Taren stay trapped in the void forever.
At most, he should come out to help kill Cronus during the final battle of the gods. Otherwise, he should remain as invisible as possible, ideally so invisible that no one remembers that he exists. Only in this way can Zeus establish his prestige.
This is the ideal state that Zeus imagined.
He was even grateful to Kronos for besieging the Void and trapping Taron, otherwise how could he compete with Taron for attention?
Surrounded by seven Titans, Shens felt that even if Taren was strong, he had no chance of escape.
After all, even the strongest couldn't possibly be stronger than so many Titans, right? If they could still escape, that would be too outrageous.
With this in mind, Zeus felt much more at ease and began to focus on persuading the gods.
Without a doubt, Zeus was one of the best among the gods when it came to eloquence; he achieved great results with just a few words.
The gods thought to themselves, "Yes, Taren is so strong. If he wanted to come out, he would have done so long ago. If he doesn't want to come out, it must be because the time hasn't come yet."
When will that time come? Perhaps when we defeat Cronus and usher in a new era, that time will come.
With this in mind, they immediately entered Zeus's rhythm, and were led by Zeus to start thinking about how to establish a new era.
Zeus was very pleased to see this. He was gradually regaining the initiative while trying to minimize Taron's presence.
He's close to success.
Just as the joy of victory was about to appear on his face, a voice with a faint smile suddenly came from the temple.
"Your Highness Zeus is right, this is indeed what I want to see."
Upon hearing this, all the gods were astonished.
Because none of them noticed anyone approaching, yet the sound was so close!
What does this mean? It means that the power of the newcomer is far superior to theirs, and that being able to approach them silently means that they can attack them silently!
For a moment, even the arrogant Poseidon showed a wary expression.
Only Zeus's expression froze the moment he heard the voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Under everyone's gaze, in the center of the temple, in the pitch black of the eternal night, a figure slowly emerged.
He wore the simplest white robe, with a gentle smile on his face, just as the gods remembered him.
Rhea was somewhat dazed by the scene before her, as if she had returned to the moment tens of thousands of years ago when she first met Taren.
It was the same kind of divine banquet then, and he appeared in the same manner, except that the host of the banquet that time was Uranus, the king of the gods.
It seems that no matter how many years have passed or how divine authority has changed, this figure has always remained the same, always standing there, watching the rise and fall of the world with a smile