Chapter 97 - 74 The Exchange of Life and Death

Chapter 97: Chapter 74 The Exchange of Life and Death

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Outside, the true names of the new gods had already spread throughout the world, but within the great hall, a tense operation was still underway.

Queen of Gods Rhea clutched her newly born child to her chest and anxiously looked towards the maid who had been waiting for a long time.

“Hurry, quickly, bring it to me!”

Pale-faced but with an air of urgency, the Queen received the rock from the hands of the Goddesses of the White Oak.

She had once thought of giving birth outside of the Mount of the Gods, but Cronus clearly hadn’t given her that opportunity. Fortunately, given that it was within her own domain, the Divine King courteously waited outside the great hall.

But as soon as the Divine Child was born, Rhea knew he would enter immediately.

“Your Highness.”

The Goddesses of the White Oak brought out the stone that had been prepared in advance, and Rhea snatched it from her. She used Divine Power to alter the rock’s shape, making it resemble the infant in her arms.

But this alone was not enough. Rhea needed to imbue it with ‘life’ and the scent of the new deity. So she closed her eyes and cruelly cut open the chest of the infant in her hands.

The newborn deity wailed loudly, causing the thunder outside to grow even more frenzied, but Rhea didn’t have the luxury of feeling heartache. She hurriedly dripped the blood from the infant’s chest onto the Golden Apple, then covered him with a grey cloth.

“Take him away,” she said, “to the ocean, to the domain of my eldest brother, Oceanus.”

“Apart from the wavering Mother Goddess, he is the only one in the world willing to confront the Divine King now. Tell him, Cronus’s pursuit of Divine Authority will not end here. If he still wishes to keep control of the ocean, if he wants to seize more power from the new king, this is his best opportunity.”

Watching the Goddesses of the White Oak nod in agreement, Rhea finally looked at the infant in her hands. She felt reluctant, but still handed him over to her maid.

She hadn’t done this when Poseidon was born because his Godhood was associated with the ocean. [Storms][Tsunamis] would make the God of the Ocean reject him, [Earthquakes] would make the Mountain God and Mother Earth despise him, but Zeus was different.

His Godhood was powerful and only conflicted with the role of the God of Meteorology, Crius, the helper of the Divine King. Even if just as a backup, the oceanic god-line would surely accept him.

“Go quickly!”

“As you command, Your Highness.”

Bowing slightly, the Goddesses of the White Oak took the infant and hurriedly left.

“Boom!”

A thunderous sound of thunder rolled through heaven and earth. The Divine King felt something stir in the void, as if signifying something.

“Huh, perhaps this child is indeed the one destined by fate, for destiny to respond in such a way.”

He scoffed coldly, whether it was true or not, the Divine King no longer cared. He took one last look at his wife and then quietly left the room.

He needed to give her some time to calm down, as he still took care of Rhea’s feelings on issues other than those related to their progeny.

Stepping out of the great hall, he watched the figure of the Goddesses of the White Oak transforming into divine light and receding into the distance. Cronus did nothing, for the robust vitality in his belly seemed to prove the vigor and robustness of the new deities, though it could also possibly be the inherent vitality that came with the scepter of thunder. But that was not important. After all, she was now swallowed by him, never to rise again.

Walking slowly forward, the God of Meteorology was still waiting at the side. His complexion was not good; birthing two True Gods associated with his godhood in succession inevitably affected his divine authority.

Fortunately, both new deities expanded the authority over meteorology rather than seizing the existing parts. What he truly lost was only a little bit related to the “Storm.”

“Crius, when do you think I should make a move against my uncle who rules over the mountains?”

Standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, the Divine King asked softly. However, the God of Meteorology did not respond, knowing that Cronus wasn’t really asking him.

Indeed, after a short while, the Divine King answered his own question.

“Let it be a thousand years, no, fifteen hundred years.”

“Although my divine authority tells me that I will not have any new Divine Children born in the short term, I still have to wait.”

“By the way, I’d like to see what kind of punishment fate will give me for opposing It so brazenly.”

Making decisions as if no one else mattered, Cronus looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds had not yet dispersed, with lightning weaving through them. The Anomaly of the Law that appeared due to the birth of a deity was slowly receding, but it still needed a little more time.

But Cronus could not wait any longer. If he wanted to see the sun, then the sun had to show itself to him.

Gripping the scepter of Divine Authority, the Divine King raised it high towards the sky. Supreme Divine Power connected heaven and earth, tearing through the yet unquieted Law.

In that moment, with Mount of the Gods as the epicenter, the entire world felt an extraordinary power erupt from the heart of the earth, the sun was frightened off its course, and All Spirits lay prostrated on the ground, worshipping the ruler of heaven and earth.

The dark clouds scattered, and bathed in sunlight, the Divine King surveyed his surroundings.

Unlike before, this time, no deity’s gaze dared to pry into Mount of the Gods.