Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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"No."

With eyes wide and round, Typhon looked at the Giant Spirit that kept pounding down upon him. You want me to surrender, to bow down to you as those ridiculous gods did, hiding my disdain for you yet still calling you my liege? What a fool's dream!

"Roar——!"

Gathering strength from who knows where, the Northern Sea roiled endlessly, and Zeus's great hand was slowly lifted inch by inch. The Divine King was somewhat shocked; even though half of the dragon head had been chopped off, even though its power was being constantly drained by him, could this terrible monster still resist?

Zeus looked down intently, but all he saw was that defiant head held high and those eyes burning with flames.

"To the victor belong the spoils," Zeus, holding his lightning bolt with no mercy, said, "If will were of any use, then Prometheus should be standing before me demanding reparations, those mortals should be assaulting Mount of the Gods, instead of struggling in the abyss of the sea, sinking into death."

"So it is for him, for them, and for you, all the same!"

Boom——! Experience tales at empire

The thunder that reached the heavens and pierced the earth fell from the void, completely shattering the storm that had perpetually surrounded Typhon.

Under the power of the Divine King, its few remaining dragon heads fell like wheat, leaving only the last one, its most vital one.

Then, under the gaze of all the gods, Zeus reached out with his great hand, pulling an island from afar, and pressed it down upon Typhon's form.

Even now, the Divine King had not quite decided how to deal with this creature. There were promises he found hard to make in front of the other gods and considerations he could not openly admit to, so he still wanted to try... Moreover, to kill such a demon god who had once been more powerful than himself using the power of fate made Zeus inevitably feel a tinge of empathetic sorrow.

Last chance... From high above, Zeus looked down at the isle beneath his feet, his expression coldly surveying the surroundings.

He hoped this damned creature would grasp one of his few 'merciful' gestures.

...

Typhon sank to the seabed.

Zeus's true form did not pursue him, but Typhon no longer had the strength to move anyway. Descending with the waves, the power that once could stir the oceans was now void, leaving Typhon somewhat unaccustomed to it.

It saw a huge shadow above, coming down with a crash, pressing its body underneath. That was the island moved by the Divine King, laden with his Divine Power, as if to imprison this demon for eternity.

Of course, an island alone wouldn't be enough; as soon as its strength recovered even a little, Typhon wouldn't be restrained by it unless Zeus himself presided over this place. So, The King of All Monsters didn't even spare it a glance but merely sank deeper into the sea, plummeting toward the darkest depths.

It was a little tired... But Typhon had no intention of giving up. It silently accumulated its strength, waiting for the moment it could break free from the island. However, the instant the island crashed down, along with the surging waves, Zeus's apparition appeared before The King of All Monsters.

He stood above while Typhon lay beneath him. Yet even as a defeated being, The King of All Monsters returned a disdainful gaze to his visitor. It knew what the visitor wanted to say, but it didn't want to listen, and this attitude made Zeus's brow furrow once again.

"Typhon, I don't understand, are you not afraid of death? Don't you want to live, is there nothing in this world that interests you? We don't have to be enemies; no enmity lasts forever in this world. You've merely been abetted by that mad woman Gaia; there is no need to harbor such animosity towards me."

Taking a deep breath, Zeus to this day didn't quite understand Typhon's psychology.

There should be no animosity between them. Although Typhon was a child of Gaia, Zeus didn't believe Mother Earth could make a crazed self-absorbed demon serve her purposes.

So what exactly drove it to kill him, and what made it disregard life and death? Was it just a pure desire for destruction? Zeus couldn't understand; he wanted an answer, but before him, Typhon just looked at him with contempt.

"...Tell me, Typhon, what do you want, what are your grievances? I am the Divine King of the present world, the supreme ruler of heavens, earth, and seas. There is little in this world that I cannot give you, as long as you are willing to serve me. Aside from my throne, we could negotiate everything else."

Speaking gravely, if the Olympian Gods were to hear this, it would significantly diminish the Divine King's prestige; he hardly sounded like a victor, but more like a weakling suing for peace. But Zeus didn't care because no god could witness this conversation.

He only stared into Typhon's eyes, looking for even the slightest hint of wavering, but once again, he was disappointed; all he saw was deeper contempt.

The challenger regarded him with disdain, from the beginning to now. A flame of nameless fury burned within his chest, and Zeus couldn't help but speak coldly:

"...Typhon, do you think you can still succeed? From the moment you consumed the Fruit of One Day, your failure was inevitable. What else can you gain by persisting now, aside from death?"

Clenching his fist as if grasping something, Typhon's unyielding nature left Zeus with no angle to exploit, and he finally revealed his ultimate threat.

The power of fate swirled around him. Although this monster's immortality was so formidable, much like a branch stuck into Erebus's palm, Typhon theoretically wasn't immortal, but Zeus alone couldn't kill him — but he still had fate.

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