Hades. Poseidon. Boros. These three God-Kings were all making various preparations and taking action.
After all, the time was almost here. It was time to set everything in motion.
The game called the "Race for Supremacy" was about to begin.
But who would be the true protagonist of this story? Would humanity once again take center stage and continue the legacy of the mythological world? Or would a certain Earth Goddess triumph? Perhaps the preparations laid by the three God-Kings would yield victory? Or maybe, by some miracle, another god would rise to claim the spotlight?
No one knew! The uncertainty made it all the more exciting, didn't it?
The mythological world had always been unchanging. But now, as things began to shift, the gods stirred with excitement.
After all, compared to a destiny where the outcome was visible from the start, this current state of unpredictability fueled the gods' fervor. Every one of them was filled with exhilaration.
Even in the face of death! Yes, even death itself didn't bother the gods. No matter what happened, even if they died, it didn't matter to them.
This was no joke. The gods truly thought this way. They didn't care about the so-called fear of death because the opportunity was right in front of them.
They had a chance to advance, a qualification to move forward. In such circumstances, how could they not be excited? This was an opportunity! A chance right before them — what more could they ask for? Even death would not stop them.
Take Mephisto, for example. He didn't care what happened or how things turned out. It was all irrelevant to him. Meaningless. As long as there was a chance to progress, even death meant nothing.
For the gods, the most painful thing was never dying while striving to advance. At least, in striving, there was hope and opportunity. That was what mattered most. The gods weren't afraid of death; they feared a meaningless existence — that was their deepest despair.
For any god, this was the most agonizing possibility. They dreaded a life where everything was predictable, where their path was laid bare before them, leading only to despair.
No matter how much effort they put in, no matter how much they fought, if everything was still out of reach, that was the most frustrating and unwanted fate for a god.
This was the harshest reality for them.
But now? Now things were different! Opportunity lay before them. Even if that opportunity seemed slim — almost a miracle — as long as they weren't fools, they could see that this chance was so small it was practically a miracle.
Yet, for the gods, this slim chance was the best possible outcome.
They weren't asking for anything else, just this opportunity! As long as they had one chance, that was enough.
Even though the odds were slim, so what? It didn't matter! They didn't care about how small the chance was. Compared to having no possibility at all, having even the slightest hope was enough.
This was the gods' mindset. They were indifferent to everything else.
Now, this was the most important thing. That's why every god gave it their all. They did not fear death. For gods, death was nothing to be afraid of. What they truly feared was dying after achieving nothing.
Reaching their limits but still dying in vain was what brought despair to the gods.
And now? Now it was different. They had seen hope, and that hope was the most important thing — something that made the gods mad with obsession.
They waited. The gods quietly waited for the Sanctuary's next move.
The Age of Heroes! The Silver Age! Everything was coming soon. In this era, everyone would see the outcome. Wouldn't that be exciting? The anticipation of that result...
Perhaps, in this age, everyone would be plunged into madness. Wouldn't that be something?
The gods' eyes gleamed with frenzy. Everyone had already been consumed by madness, which wasn't surprising.
With the opportunity laid before them, not having the courage to chase it would indeed be strange, wouldn't it?
"..."
Prometheus arrived in the mortal world, his eyes serious. He wasn't responsible for creation. In fact, Prometheus wasn't tasked with creation at all, even though Athena had entrusted everything to him.
Creation wasn't Prometheus's responsibility. It was Metis's role.
Prometheus's task was to teach and guide humanity. This was what he needed to do. As long as Prometheus fulfilled his task, he could naturally ascend to the rank of God-King.
Similarly, Metis didn't have the capability to advance on her own. But through her creation of humanity in the Silver Age, Metis could harness that power and ascend to the rank of God-King as well.
Even if she only reached the lowest level of God-King, the fact remained: a God-King was still a God-King.
With that, the Sanctuary would gain two new God-Kings, which was the most important outcome.
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