Under the endless starry sky, the starry night goddess Asteria held her swollen belly — her brows tightly furrowed, her face pale.
The power of the laws around her was even more turbulent, and faintly, the buzzing of the laws could be heard.
This meant that a brand-new and powerful law was about to be born in this world — and it must be born with powerful divine power to resonate with the universe.
Hearing the faint buzzing sound, Asteria’s face instantly turned pale, and her misty eyes looked at Prometheus for help.
With the permission of Gaia — the Mother Goddess who governed the laws of childbirth — she was trying to give birth to the child.
But it had only just begun and there was already some movement.
How could she possibly hide it from the King of the Gods later?
If the King of the Gods found out, what would happen to her then?
Asteria didn’t dare to think about it any further.
Right now, she couldn’t decide whether to give birth or not — so she could only sit there, at a loss.
Prometheus looked helpless.
Just as he was about to step in to cover it up, he noticed the humming of the laws suddenly stop.
A gentle force enveloped Asteria, isolating the divine energy fluctuations of the soon-to-be-born child.
That was…
Gaia’s reproductive power.
Prometheus carefully sensed and found that Gaia’s divine power should far exceed the Twelve Titans — at least at the highest level of divine power.
If it weren’t for Uranus tormenting her vital energy so much, she might have reached the peak of divine power — after all, she was the world’s first living being, the mother of all things.
But precisely because she was the mother of all things, she herself had little offensive power.
This was probably a deliberate move by the will of the chaotic world.
As the saying goes: “Where you gain, you inevitably lose.”
But such powerful beings must have their own foundation — so Prometheus began to reflect on Gaia’s promise to him.
What benefit should he want?
He needed to think carefully.
He couldn’t afford to disgrace the dignity of the world’s first being.
While he was pondering, Asteria also sensed Gaia’s aura, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and began giving birth with peace of mind.
And this life — nurtured in her womb for countless years — was finally born in this world, accompanied by a violent tremor of laws in the starry sky.
She was a goddess dressed in black — her long black hair cascading like a waterfall, her eyes deep, her features delicate, and her skin fairer than snow.
At the moment this goddess was born, the faint connection between Prometheus and her grew stronger — as if he had gained an alternative avatar.
Although he could not directly control this avatar, he could sense its state and position, freely use its abilities, and it could not disobey his commands at will.
The hierarchy between the two gods was very clear — and his own divine power was slightly increased due to the birth of this goddess.
Was this what it meant to have a follower?
Prometheus sensed carefully, and his first reaction was —
She truly possessed powerful divine power, at the level of mid-level strong divine power — even a bit stronger than himself.
Asteria herself was only of mid-level divine power — the last person with mid-level divine power to produce such great power was Prometheus’s mother, Clymene.
With such high-level initial divine power, it seemed this goddess’s laws were definitely not weak.
With this thought, Prometheus immediately examined the “freshly baked” laws of the goddess — and the next moment was surprised and surprised.
Because the goddess’s law was actually —
The past, the future, and the present of fate.
This law was indeed powerful — no wonder she was born with mid-level divine power, even stronger than his own fate transformation.
But the problem was…
Wasn’t this the law of the Three Fates?!
The Three Fates were:
The weaver of fate — the youngest sister Clotho: she spun the threads of life at the birth of a newborn, determining the starting point of life;
The measure of fate — the middle sister Lachesis: she used a rod to measure the length of the thread, determining how much suffering and joy a person would experience in a lifetime;
And the severer of fate — Atropos: this eldest sister was the coldest, wielding the “hateful scissors.” When life ended, she cut the thread with a snap, forcing both commoners and kings to obediently enter death.
But now — the three laws that should have been divided among the three gods had actually appeared simultaneously on the goddess before him!
This left Prometheus utterly stunned.
What was going on?
He possessed Hecate’s law — so Hecate also took the law of the Three Fates?
Was this really okay?
As if sensing she was being watched, the newborn goddess lifted her eyes and glanced at Prometheus — the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
“My name is Hecate.
Nice to meet you — and greetings to you…”
Prometheus thought to himself that this goddess was quite polite.
Just as he was about to say “anything is fine,” Hecate suddenly changed her tone and tactfully uttered four words:
“My master~”
Prometheus: “…”
Prometheus’s face instantly darkened — and Asteria, who had just given birth, also looked embarrassed.
Seeing this, the smile in Hecate’s eyes deepened even more.
Prometheus could clearly see that the goddess was doing this on purpose — but he didn’t mind, instead saying: “Follow me — this place is not safe.”
“Alright, Master~”
“Don’t call me Master.” Prometheus was exasperated: “Speak properly.”
But the answer was Hecate’s delighted laughter — her deep eyes full of mischief.
The two quickly left the starry sky — and from beginning to end, Hecate never once glanced at Asteria.
Gods were different from humans — especially law gods.
During their gestation, they could already sense the movements outside.
So Hecate clearly understood how eager Asteria was to sever ties with her.
She was even more aware that she was now bound to Prometheus — and in her own dangerous situation.
With the King of the Gods clearly stating that no new laws were allowed to appear now — if she was discovered and secretly born, the consequences would be obvious.
She could only rely on Prometheus to help her conceal her identity.
So — what more was there to say about this “biological mother”?
Since she wanted to distance herself, she should do so completely.
From this moment on, Hecate was only connected to Prometheus.
And the problem she was facing now was exactly what Prometheus needed to worry about.
Having a powerful follower was good — but how could one hide it well?
A King of the Gods was not someone to be easily dealt with.
Prometheus thought for a moment and decided to ask Epimetheus if he had any ideas.
Coincidentally, he still had some ideas that needed Epimetheus’s help to be realized.
After all, the god of hindsight knew everything that happened in the world and could uncover knowledge from it — he was practically an encyclopedia.
What Prometheus didn’t expect was that the moment Epimetheus saw Hecate, he immediately bristled.