Chapter 39 Chapter 16 Evaluation

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As the God of Sun displayed his divine power unabashedly, the atmosphere both inside and outside the Mount of the Gods, which had been lively, began to weigh down with gravity.

The deities who were preparing to come forward also stopped in their tracks. Although the “Mist Serpent” had been cleared away, they were equally reluctant to get involved in the obvious conflict before them.

The character and ambition of the God of Sun were well known; he was not one to engage in pleasant sociability. Aside from his wife Theia, even his own children held more fear than respect for him, so naturally, the gods were not going to speak on his behalf.

As for Laine, it was even less necessary to mention. Among the deities present who knew him, aside from Themis, the majority would be happy to see someone laying hands on him.

This deity, who seemed to be older than the Primordial Gods, had never truly made a move. Even though fate made the gods fear him, it wasn’t as intuitively powerful as strength.

Now that someone was willing to be the one to test Laine’s strength, even the ancient Mountain God Ourea couldn’t help but entertain the idea of enjoying the show.

“Is there a problem?”

Under the gaze of the gods, Laine asked in an unhurried tone, facing the faintly oppressive divine power coming from Hyperion.

With a calm tone and an unrippled expression, Laine’s attitude was unmistakable.

He didn’t seem to take the God of Sun seriously at all, at least that’s how it appeared.

“—You know why I am here, Laine. I once went to the Underworld to find you, but you didn’t even dare to meet me face to face.”

With narrowed eyes, facing Laine’s indifference, Hyperion responded with an even stronger pressure of divine power.

Light and heat surged around Laine, rushing straight toward him. But soon, Hyperion realized that, despite his continuing surge of divine power, it all disappeared at the edge of Laine’s robe.

No, not disappeared. Hyperion could feel that the power of the great Sun was still there, still pressing forward. Only a distance as narrow as a finger’s breadth seemed to be stretched a million times longer; no matter how close his power got, it was always ‘just a bit’ short of reaching the other party.

Facing such a situation, the God of Sun glanced sideways at the Divine King, using his peripheral vision. This kind of technique seemed like it involved the authority of space, but as far as Hyperion remembered, it was Cronus that was the god of space and time.

But none of that mattered now. As the forces of both parties met, the Intermediate Divine Power level of Laine was clearly perceptible to him. It was somewhat threatening, but that was all, making Hyperion’s resolve strengthen slightly.

“Laine, you must be very clear about my purpose. Thousands of years ago, you used eloquence to confuse the Divine King, obtained three conditions, and shamelessly stole the concept of the ‘Moon’. Today, I have come to correct that mistake.”

In front of the gods, Hyperion still had to speak some ‘reason’. Although the Ancient Titan Gods who had truly experienced that time knew that he had been one of those in agreement then.

The God of Sun was very much in favor of the “Underworld Sun” broadening his authority, and not yet free at that time, he did not know that the future Moon would become his daughter. However, the Underworld Sun had not appeared for a long time, and with the birth of Selene, Hyperion’s thoughts had changed as well.

On the other side, Laine remained unmoved by the God of Sun’s questioning. From the time the other party had gone to the Underworld, he had anticipated this day to some extent.

The other party wanted the ‘Moon’ in his hands, but how could he not want a ‘chess piece’ to deter the gods?

If it were any other Titan, with the gap in Divine Power Level, Laine might not have any good solutions, but Hyperion picking this time and place to create trouble could only be seen as planting the seeds of his own misfortune.

Feeling the laws of the current world that had not entirely dissipated around him, Laine did not respond but instead turned to look at Cronus.

“Is this your idea?”

Upon hearing this, the Divine King standing off to the side was first taken aback, then promptly and decisively denied:

“No, this matter is not of my concern. The Divine King’s promises are never discounted.”

Although he longed to say ‘yes’, then join forces with Hyperion to bring down Laine, and see if he could reclaim his origin of time and space, Cronus, after much consideration, abandoned this thought.

Now that Hyperion had taken the initiative to step forward, Cronus could decide based on how events unfolded. If Laine was not as fearsome as he thought, he believed his own Queen of Gods would certainly ‘defy’ the Divine King’s command, ‘voluntarily’ doing something to Cronus’s regret.

But if Laine dealt with the problem brought by the God of Sun, then he would not act rashly.

“Laine!”

With a low shout, the God of Sun, who was ignored by Laine, once again felt a surge of anger.

He had anticipated many possible reactions, such as refusing to hand over the concept of “Moon” or finding some way to leave directly; or perhaps telling the gods about the past agreements and prophecies, attacking his inconsistency, but Hyperion had never expected to be completely ignored by Laine.

He wanted to take action directly, but the fruitless probing from before still allowed the God of Sun to barely regain some rationality.

Cooling down, he turned his head to glance at Crius, the God of Meteorology. The result was a relief, this ‘relative’ gave him an affirmative look.

Once, because of the calendar, Crius also harbored some dissatisfaction towards Laine. It would be too much to provoke a conflict directly, but to lend some support in a fight, he dared to do so.

“Goddess of Justice, my sister Themis, this greedy deity first stole Mnemosyne’s ‘Memory’, then conspired to take my daughter’s ‘Moon’. I hope you can make a fair judgment and make him pay for his misdeeds,” Hyperion said.

Now with a helper, Hyperion still thought it wasn’t enough, he tried to get Themis to stand on his side as well. Clearly, the result was not as he wished.

Gods and Godhood mutually influence each other, at least that’s how Chaos’s native deities are. Besides the former Heavenly Father, no one could make the Master of Law go against her nature.

Moreover, even on a personal emotional level, between a friend who lent a Divine Artifact and the God of Sun whom she hadn’t seen in a millennium, Themis wouldn’t hesitate.

“The God of Spirit was born before us, the ownership of ‘Memory’ is Chaos’s decision. As for the ‘Moon’, that is an agreement witnessed by the Mother Goddess and us.”

Shaking her head, Themis had no intention whatsoever of showing favoritism towards her brother.

She turned her head to look at Laine. If he required her help, she wouldn’t mind standing on the side of ‘justice’.

Themis, whose Divine Power had not yet broken through, might not be a match for the God of Sun, but she was confident in stopping Theia.

“An agreement? It was nothing but him threatening us with a prophecy!”

With a scoff, Hyperion seemed to have forgotten how meek and humiliated he had been during the time when the Heavenly Father was still present. As the leader of the lineage of the God of Stars, he had long since lost his former wariness and meticulousness.

“Since you are unwilling to help me, my sister, you’d best not interfere with me,” he said.

“Even if you have received a promotion in Godhood, you are still not a match for me as of now.”

“And you, Laine,” Hyperion sneered as he looked over, ready to stop tolerating any further.

“In the presence of the gods, I will show you that power is far more effective than words!”

The next moment, The Sky brightened.