Two years passed.
For some reason, my growth was abnormal.
Although I was only two years old, my physical appearance was that of a ten-year-old.
Perhaps it was due to my divine nature.
Perhaps all gods grew this way.
Or perhaps I was simply different.
It didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered to me was becoming stronger.
During my past life, I had trained like a soldier.
I ran, strengthened my body, and endured pain.
However, I soon realized something.
I was no longer a mortal.
I was a god.
And I had to learn to train like one.
Every day I sat on mountaintops and meditated, trying to feel the divinity that lay dormant within me.
At first, nothing happened.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Nothing.
Until one night, a storm covered the sky.
Lightning roared among the clouds.
And then I had an idea.
I was Zeus.
The god of lightning.
Why not try to connect with them?
I closed my eyes.
I expanded my senses.
And I felt something.
A connection.
Weak at first.
But real.
The lightning began to respond to my will.
I could feel the electrical energy coursing through the clouds.
I could hear the roar of the storm as if it were part of me.
From that day on, my progress skyrocketed.
I learned to create lightning.
Then plasma lightning.
Later electromagnetic fields.
I could move at incredible speeds.
Manipulate the electricity around me.
Sense storms hundreds of kilometers away.
And even charge my body with divine energy to increase my strength and speed.
But that wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
I needed more.
Much more.
In time, I learned to fly.
To breathe underwater.
To survive in extreme environments.
To endure impossible temperatures.
And then I began an even more brutal training regimen.
I plunged into the depths of the sea.
Deeper and deeper.
Deeper and deeper.
The pressure crushed my body.
My bones fractured.
My muscles tore.
But my regeneration rebuilt them again and again.
Then I rose into the skies.
Higher.
Higher.
Until I left the atmosphere.
What I found astonished me.
The solar system was almost identical to the Earth I remembered.
The same planets.
The same orbits.
But no signs of civilization.
No satellites.
No lights.
Just an immense void.
I used those worlds as training grounds.
I visited planets with extreme gravity.
Others covered in toxic gases.
Others where the cold was enough to freeze oceans.
And I survived.
Again and again.
I hurtled from planet to planet like a meteorite.
Strengthening my body.
Strengthening my soul.
Strengthening my divinity.
Years passed.
Ten years.
While other gods reveled in their existence, I only trained.
When I finally saw my reflection in a lake, I understood how much I had changed.
My appearance was that of a man around twenty-five years old.
My divinity had reached a terrifying level.
My regeneration was so powerful that I could rebuild my body even after devastating wounds.
My stamina had reached a point where I barely felt pain.
And my strength…
Once, I struck the Moon.
The satellite shifted slightly from its orbit.
That was the moment I understood that I had surpassed all expectations.
However, I was still not satisfied.
Because I knew that far more powerful enemies awaited me.
During those years, I also met several deities.
Among them was Metis.
Zeus’s future wife, according to the legends I remembered.
She was intelligent.
Beautiful.
And she possessed a presence impossible to ignore.
But I didn’t allow myself to be distracted.
It wasn’t time yet.
First, I had to secure my power.
First, I had to guarantee my survival.
And when I finally felt ready, I gazed at the horizon and smiled.
The time had come.
The time to find my brothers.
The time to set in motion the plan that would forever change the fate of the gods.
The fall of Cronus was about to begin.