“You—how did you do it?
You actually devoured your brother completely?
You’re even worse than Prometheus!”
On a certain sacred mountain, Epimetheus — who was less than half Hecate’s height — stared at the goddess before him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Prometheus was puzzled by this and couldn’t help but look at Hecate.
Hecate was playing with her long black hair, showing no guilt about being caught doing something wrong.
Instead, she smiled brightly and spat out two words:
“Take a guess.”
Prometheus grew even more confused and asked Epimetheus with his gaze.
Then Epimetheus gritted his teeth and said: “She should have a twin brother, but over the past few hundred years, she devoured him.”
“That’s why she was born with such immense divine power — but she’s even more extreme than you — her brother doesn’t even have a trace left!”
The more Epimetheus spoke, the more indignant he became — as if recalling the fear he felt when he was once dominated by Prometheus.
He still hadn’t grown tall to this day — because he had been too heavily drained back then.
Prometheus, however, listened thoughtfully.
He asked Hecate: “Your brother — he had no law, did he?”
Hecate smiled and nodded.
“No wonder.” Prometheus sighed, a hint of envy in his eyes.
If you weren’t a god of law, there was a chance you could be drained dry.
If Epimetheus himself weren’t a god of law — once born, it would have been impossible to destroy him — Prometheus would have wanted to completely drain him dry.
If that were the case, he should also be able to reach the mid-level of powerful divine power.
“No, what’s with that expression?” Epimetheus widened his eyes: “Why do you look so regretful!
So the only reason you didn’t drain me dry was because I have laws?!”
“Ahem, that’s not important.” Prometheus chose to change the subject: “What matters now is how we hide Hecate’s laws.”
“And…
now that the Twelve Titans are gone, do the other gods need our ‘help’?”
“Why do they need our help?” Epimetheus frowned: “If you have the time, why not think about how to deal with Atlas so he stops watching us all the time?”
“Then let’s start with Atlas.” Prometheus smiled: “Since Father God isn’t here, Atlas must miss him very much.
Let’s help him.”
Now that all twelve Titans were gone — what a great opportunity…
Taking care of their children or taking advantage of them.
Epimetheus’s mouth twitched at these words: “You…
how can you help?
Find a way to rescue Father God?
That would probably be hard to achieve.”
“No need to go to such trouble.
Just send him directly to meet your Father God.” Hecate interjected with a smile: “It’s also a way to do him a favor.”
After speaking, she looked at Prometheus.
Prometheus nodded and said: “After all, Atlas is our brother.
Helping him is only right.”
At this point, he paused, showing a worried expression: “But Atlas’s personality should easily offend people.
It really worries the gods…”
After two brief exchanges, the plan was already set.
They exchanged glances and smiled at the same time.
Epimetheus, completely confused, said: “…”
He kept feeling that these two together seemed like something bad was about to happen.
“By the way.” Epimetheus cleared his throat and said: “I’ve figured out a way to conceal Hecate’s law.
The great Mother Earth has a magical treasure that should come in handy.”
“What is it?” Prometheus asked.
“The Vase of Life.” Epimetheus said: “You can go to Lady Gaia and borrow the Vase of Life.”
…
Meanwhile, Atlas was happily descending from the sacred mountain — once again earning Uranus’s praise.
Uranus even called him the most valiant Titan.
This made Atlas feel extremely honored — growing even more proud — even feeling that he was a bit above the gods and below none.
Then he was at the foot of the sacred mountain and saw Epimetheus.
No one knew what this short guy was doing — looking sneaky.
Atlas frowned and walked over without hesitation, speaking coldly:
“Epimetheus, what are you doing?”
Epimetheus seemed startled — his youthful face turning pale as he whispered: “I…
I want to visit the great Mother Earth.
My laws have revealed her pain at this moment.”
“But my divine power is too weak — without His Majesty the King of the Gods’s permission, I can’t climb the sacred mountain.”
As soon as he said this, Atlas immediately showed a look of disdain and mocked: “What a useless person — just like your brother — so disgusting.”
Epimetheus looked a bit aggrieved, but still lowered his voice and said: “Brother Atlas, you are now free to enter and leave the sacred mountain.
Have you visited the great Mother Earth?”
“Why should I visit her?” Atlas was utterly baffled: “Isn’t she just a useless person who only knows how to have children?
She can’t even beat me.”
“How can you speak of the great Mother Earth that way!” Epimetheus was instantly filled with righteous indignation: “Without her, there would be no gods like us!
Even the great King of the Gods was born from Lady Gaia!”
“Why can’t I say it?
Am I not telling the truth?”
Atlas grew even more disdainful.
He had inherited Iapetus’s straightforward personality and revered strength.
In his eyes, Gaia was nothing.
“Gaia is nothing more than a tool for giving birth.” Atlas scoffed: “It is her honor to bear children for His Majesty the Great King of the Gods.”
“But she actually shows no gratitude and even wants to go against the King of the Gods — she really doesn’t know her place.”
Atlas didn’t lower his voice at all — his mockery sounded perfectly justified — which made Gaia, not far away, grit her teeth fiercely, her eyes full of fury.
“This…
great Mother Goddess, please don’t hold it against him.” Prometheus advised from the side: “Atlas has always been slow.
Your greatness is known to all the gods!”
Gaia, however, sneered: “No wonder Uranus trusts him so much — he’s just like Uranus…
It disgusts me.”
Prometheus immediately looked helpless.
He had come to advise Gaia — but this “coincidence” led to Atlas making outrageous remarks.
Seeing Gaia’s anger grow stronger, he sighed and said gloomily:
“Ever since Atlas gained the favor of His Majesty the King of the Gods, his personality has changed a bit.
Epimetheus, our mother, and I can only barely survive under his oppression.”
“It’s nothing special.
I just didn’t expect him to be so arrogant — not only speaking ill of you at home, Mother Earth — but also speaking so recklessly outside…”
“Sigh, let’s not talk about it.
After all, he’s someone His Majesty the King of the Gods trusts — so I can’t say much.”
Hearing this, Gaia’s anger flared even fiercer.
She gritted her teeth: “Now it really is — anyone can step on my head!”
Seeing this, Prometheus seemed to hesitate for a moment and said: “Great Mother Goddess, I can help you solve your troubles — but you will have to pay a small price.”