Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

If he were willing, the Fruit of One Day would help him achieve his goal. He could kill this monster once and for all, crushing its every will.

"Hah, so this is the Divine King, another puppet on strings."

Without fear, without flinching, feeling the death that was within arm's reach, and looking at Zeus, who was threatening it but still had expectation in his eyes, Typhon instead laughed heartily.

It knew that Zeus did not understand it, but it had no intention of making him understand. For a being that was a tool from birth, it only wanted to do whatever it wanted to do.

It was born with this knowledge, but unlike the Titan deities, the 'knowledge' Typhon had came from its bloodline, from its own power. So the extent of its knowledge was only related to the origin of these powers.

It knew of the Mother Tree, that supreme being that saw it as a tool for spreading its power; it knew of Mother Earth, the first life it saw after being born, the deity that saw it as a tool for vengeance; it also knew of the destiny that was originally meant for Typhon, the one that allowed it to be born with the power of an Outer God — that destiny was to be defeated by Zeus, to highlight the Divine King's bravery.

Until now, another person stood before it, wanting it to work for them. Even though it was just a dog of fate, this so-called Divine King was actually trying to convince it to surrender to him.

Why...

Why?

Why!

Just because you were born as Zeus, you can rule the world, and I was born as Typhon, so I should be crushed under your feet? If this is the world's order, then let Him come and kill me himself!

In a burst of laughter, Typhon's strength began to recover, as ninety-nine new dragon heads grew back on its tumors. It was so aboveboard, and so unhidden. The Divine King clenched his fists as the power of destiny boiled up within him like never before, and amidst this tumult of invisible force, the ancient voice of Atropos spoke.

"Zeus... think twice before you act. Typhon's destiny should not end here, it should be immortal— only some force has altered this outcome, but it should not die by your hand here. I do not know what the killing of it will bring, but it will certainly not be what you desire."

"But I have no choice, Atropos, if it were willing to give itself a chance, then I would certainly accept it gladly."

His palm raised, Zeus looked down emotionlessly at the King of All Monsters below. Did he ever really want to come to this? But all the Divine King saw was head after head of dragons growing out.

"You will be my stepping stone... you will bring me prestige; you will be made into a buffoon in mortals' tales, and a topic for gods during idle chat. The world will only know that I, the Divine King of Olympus, subdued the brutal monster here, saving all life from a demon intent on annihilating the world. That is the only truth."

"Typhon, is this what you want?"

"Hah."

With a scornful laugh and its dragon heads held high, Typhon's body surged with power. Read exclusive chapters at empire

The island weighIng down upon it began to tremble, riddled with cracks. Overlapping voices echoed in the deep sea, the will of the master of monsters never wavered.

"Do you think you have won? Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you... Zeus, those who grovel before fate can never oppose it!"

"Come on, Zeus, come kill me! This is just the beginning! My death is not the end; for the next hundred thousand years, the world will remember my name, I am the King of All Monsters, Typhon!"

...

Above the sea, the island that had just appeared not long ago was shaking violently, red light shining through the fissures, magma bursting from the mountain ranges.

Standing high in the sky, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Zeus lowered his head. He seemed to glimpse that scornful look, but this time, he did not hesitate anymore.

His palm fell, and with the sound of thunder, all other sounds came to a stop. However, Zeus remained expressionless, because he knew that this disaster of Typhon, its life and death, was just the beginning; the impact it brought would not end there.

Maybe just as it had said... for the next hundred thousand years, whether the living wanted to or not, they would be forced to remember the name Typhon.