Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Did the Divine King win?"

Although Cadmos knew that if victory had been assured, there wouldn't have been a need for his 'rescue', he still couldn't bring himself to believe that the Almighty Divine King he had been educated about since childhood could ever be defeated.

"No, Cadmos, the Divine King failed,"

Zephyrus shook his head, his expression unchanged.

"But it was not because the Divine King was weaker than it, but because the Demon King shamelessly launched a sneak attack, overcoming the great Zeus when he was unarmed — but this is only temporary. Gods do not die, and Typhon can't ultimately harm the Divine King; it cannot alter the gods' eternal and noble essence, and its defeat is inevitable.

But to hasten the day when this comes to pass, and for the peace of the Mortal Realm to be restored, I need a mortal to save the Divine King."

"Typhon's power will repel true gods, but it will not repel mortals. In the eyes of the King of All Monsters, there are no weaklings, and that is your opportunity. So Cadmos, are you willing to take up this responsibility and aid the king of Olympus?"

"I am willing!"

His expression determined, searching for his sister was not a matter of a day or two, but the virtuous prince could not bear to see disaster play out in the world, so he agreed without hesitation.

Zephyrus was quite satisfied with this, believing that the Divine King would be pleased with his efficiency as well. He then grasped Cadmos's arm and together they soared into the sky.

The innate deities were quite lax in controlling their own power, not every deity was able to ensure that they didn't harm a bystander mortal while unleashing their force, but Cadmos was a powerful warrior in his own right.

So very soon, under the guidance of the God of West Wind, the prince arrived outside the cave where the Divine King was.

...

Inside the Corycian cave, there was no difference from when the God of West Wind had left.

The Divine King's limbs had already been reattached to his body; the blood stains on his face were washed away, his clothes restored to wholeness, with only that bone that originally belonged to him still firmly lodged in Zeus's chest.

Without a spine, without divine power, the Divine King was immobile, lying obediently on the ground. The long-lost solitude surged into his heart, yet it was a different kind of sensation.

The God of West Wind was sent to find a mortal, but Zeus was not free to relax, for another problem awaited him. He had bragged before the other party, claiming to have a way to deal with Typhon, but he knew very well he was no match for the King of All Monsters.

Even if he immediately gathered all twelve Principal Gods, possessing the complete power of greatness, he was not certain he could triumph over his opponent. For during this period of contemplation, he had gradually noticed certain unsettling factors.

Typhon's power felt familiar to him... much like the power that had caused him to fall into a healing slumber. Only, its power was not as terrifying, as if it were muted by a layer.

The Divine King had determined that this special power definitely did not come from the Lord of Darkness, but was likely from an adversary even the Primordial Gods feared. In such a case, even if he could command greater strength, what if his opponent exploded with power in the heat of battle?

Moreover, the investiture of Principal Gods was not without consideration. At this juncture, Zeus did not feel he had the opportunity to hold the ceremony.

Therefore, he could either watch as the adversary wreaked havoc until the present world expelled it, achieving 'victory without fighting,' then face the questioning of the gods, the nearly annihilated mortals, and thus see his divine authority shaken, or he had to find another way, one that would ensure Typhon could never recover, a way to guarantee his own victory.

But the question remained, in the Chaos World, was there really a power so formidable that even the greatest could not escape, a power that once ensnared meant certain failure?

"Of course there is, and that is Fate."

"Gaia couldn't escape It, the Heavenly Father couldn't escape It, Cronus couldn't escape It, I, too, have always been avoiding It."

Gazing up at the stone wall above, Zeus easily identified the most powerful force in the world, apart from the world itself. Or rather, Fate might be a hand of the World, with the World using her to manipulate everything in it.

However, knowing is one thing, it doesn't mean Zeus had a way to wield this power. Although he always claimed 'Fate is on my side', no one really knew how Fate operated.

His belief that Fate would protect him stemmed from the fact that he was still the Divine King, and currently, no offspring had shown any sign of possibly replacing him, so he couldn't possibly fail. Yet a Divine King without fame, without faith, was still a Divine King; he dared not guarantee that Fate would continue to protect his renown and power.

"I need a god who can influence Fate—I should have such a deity."

"Damn it, the position of the Divine King has revealed to me, I am supposed to father three daughters who have control over parts of destiny... They must be descendants of the Divine King, this is a constant that cannot be changed, but with whom shall I father them?"

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Zeus had known about his three daughters since the first day he became Divine King.

As two eras passed, the World gradually moved toward completion, and the shaping of the destiny of all things began to shift from the macroscopic to the microscopic. Hence, on a predetermined path, indeed, three Fates were destined to be born into the world.

They are daughters of the Divine King, but in reality, have no father-daughter relationship with the Divine King because they are birthed by the position of 'Divine King', recognized in the present world, indifferent to who actually sits upon it. Therefore, Zeus, who ascended to the throne, received enlightenment and did not reject the idea of this mission.

However, many years had passed, and he had not yet fulfilled this task.

At first, Zeus thought Themis would be the mother of the three Fates, but she had already left Olympus. Later on, he thought it may have to do with the Primordial Gods who govern Eternal Night, so he set his sights on the God of Doom, born from the power of Eternal Night and under the service of Hades. But before he could act, the calamity of Typhon erupted.

Zeus was in a difficult position now; he needed a deity in charge of Destiny to assist him, but it was definitely too late for a new birth.

Apart from Hera, no other deity could to some extent manipulate the speed and timing of the birth of True Gods, after all, they didn't hold the authority over procreation—

"...!"

A thought suddenly struck his heart, and Zeus's expression subtly changed.

In that moment, he suddenly thought of another god, one who met all these demanding conditions. He could father the daughters of the Divine King, in strict adherence to the requirements of the Law; he held some of the divine authority over procreation, allowing him to control the timing of offspring, and he would certainly help himself, but most importantly, he did not need to seek him out.

Yes, such a deity did exist, and he was both far on the horizon and close at hand. The god with all these attributes... was Zeus himself.

King Zeus, or rather, every god, they all had the ability to become women—and in the original myths, the Divine King indeed had done so.

What's particularly special is that unlike other deities, even if they changed their Divine Body's gender, it was almost impossible for them to alter their essence. A male god transformed into a female god couldn't conceive, but Zeus, who shared half of the procreative authority with Hera, could.

So fitting, so ingenious... thus at that moment, Zeus was plunged into deep conflict. Although in the original trajectory, his Majesty the Divine King later had a beloved beautiful youth, this still was somewhat different from birthing daughters.

Even Zeus, progressive in thought in this respect, couldn't help but feel a certain hesitation.