Prometheus hadn’t expected his confrontation with the second-generation King of the Gods to begin so early.
Cronus was truly clever.
Once he learned that Prometheus’s divine office was prophecy, he stopped appearing openly.
Most of what he said to the first-generation gods were hints and guidance — the specific actions were thought up by the first-generation gods themselves, so Prometheus couldn’t trace them back to him.
If Themis hadn’t suddenly appeared, changed her view of Prometheus, and used absolute justice to calm Hyperion’s and Crius’s anger and stop the situation from escalating…
Prometheus would never have been able to speak with them calmly and learn what Cronus was doing behind the scenes.
After all, prophets were naturally hated, so it was only natural that the first-generation gods held grudges against him.
This also showed how deep Cronus’s schemes ran.
It’s just…
“I never wronged this second-generation King of the Gods.
Why would he target me?”
Prometheus couldn’t help but wonder, but he soon understood.
With Uranus protecting him, it would be very difficult to kill Prometheus.
Cronus was so cunning — how could he not know that?
But he still stirred up Hyperion and Crius to cause trouble for Prometheus, so there was only one possibility.
He was deliberately provoking a conflict between Prometheus, Hyperion, and Crius.
Either Prometheus awakened Uranus to take control at this moment;
Or he was killed by Hyperion and Crius, and Uranus woke up in a rage;
Either way, the King of the Gods’s anger would fall on Hyperion and Crius.
If it was the first, then Prometheus — who had already completely fallen out with Hyperion and Crius — would surely find a way to eliminate future trouble.
And to do that was simple: just tell the King of the Gods directly that those who would raise the blade against him were Hyperion and Crius.
The King of the Gods would naturally take care of them.
If it was the second, Prometheus would be killed by Hyperion and the others, making them the prime suspects in Uranus’s eyes.
No matter which outcome — these two would be finished — the other first-generation gods would undoubtedly be weakened, ensuring Cronus’s safety.
Among them was Cronus.
As for Hyperion and Crius, they probably never realized they were being used as pawns — truly being played, and still counting their money for Cronus.
All that could be said was that Cronus truly deserved to be called the god who could sit on the second-generation throne.
His careful scheming in such a pure and simple era completely overshadowed the other gods.
The only thing he didn’t expect was that Prometheus didn’t only know the outcome after each prophecy — he knew all the outcomes from the very beginning.
So the game was a little one-sided.
Looking at the first-generation gods before him, who still couldn’t understand what was happening, Prometheus smiled slightly, already having an idea in mind.
“Your Highnesses, don’t panic.
I will tell His Majesty the King of the Gods how sincere you all are toward him.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the gods’ eyes lit up.
Iapetus was the first to ask: “Really?”
“Really.” Prometheus smiled and said, “My divine power has almost recovered.
Why not wait until the King of the Gods…
finishes his business, then we’ll go see him together.”
“That’s great!”
Hyperion and Crius breathed a sigh of relief, joy flashing across their faces.
But while they were happy, Cronus — who had been closely watching their every move with his divine sense — frowned.
Since his own divine power was much weaker than his brothers’, Cronus couldn’t make out what they were saying.
He only noticed that they hadn’t clashed, and after saying something, they suddenly smiled broadly.
Cronus immediately realized that something had happened.
He guessed that Prometheus might have prophesied on the spot for Iapetus, Hyperion, and Crius, telling them that they were not the ones who would raise the blade against the King of the Gods.
Although it wasn’t clear how Prometheus’s divine power could perform three prophecies in a row, it seemed to be the only possibility at the moment.
In that case, the only suspects left in the King of the Gods’s eyes were him and Coeus!
Not good — very bad!
Without a moment’s hesitation, Cronus stood up directly; he was going to find Coeus.
He wanted to find a way to stir up Coeus’s hostility toward Prometheus, determined to turn these two into mortal enemies, so that he would have the slightest chance of survival…
The only good news now was that he was the weakest of the twelve primordial gods.
Even if only he and Coeus remained, the King of the Gods would most likely target Coeus even more.
So he still had a chance!
There was still room to maneuver!
At this moment, the King of the Gods Uranus was still immersed in the pleasure of union with the Mother Earth, completely unaware of what had happened between his twelve children.
By the time he finally let go of Gaia, he was satisfied — and countless days and nights had passed.
The great Mother Earth goddess Gaia had become even quieter, and the expression in her eyes had changed from full of love to something complicated — filled with resentment and pain.
But Uranus didn’t care.
With his desires satisfied, his gaze returned to the world, and he was surprised to find that all twelve of his children were waiting outside the sacred mountain.
And the prophet Prometheus — who displeased him — was among them.
Uranus, having just released his frustration, was in a good mood and waved them up to the sacred mountain, ready to see what they were up to.
Then, to his surprise, he found that Prometheus could prophesy again.
“Your Majesty, Great King of the Gods, with the help of all Your Highnesses, my divine power has been restored.”
“Very well, then let’s make the prophecy.” Uranus nodded slightly and said calmly.
At this moment, Cronus’s heart was already on edge.
He kept comforting himself, saying that he had prepared thoroughly.
Even if Prometheus cleared all three of those primordial gods, it wouldn’t matter — he still had a chance.
Under his provocation, Coeus was already in a state of panic.
If Prometheus really cleared three at once, as he expected, Coeus would most likely immediately go after Prometheus.
So, no matter who died, he would be safe!
Having carefully thought through his plan and made sure there were no problems, Cronus finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile returning to his face.
But the next moment, his smile froze.
Because he heard Prometheus — his eyes glowing white — speaking calmly, unhurriedly, and leisurely:
“Your Majesty, Great King of the Gods, I have already seen which deity will raise the blade against you…”
“Your youngest son, the god of growth and harvest — Cronus!”
As soon as he said this, Cronus was stunned, his eyes wide open.