"..."
Metis, Hera, Prometheus.
And all the gods of the heavens, at this moment, were staring at the figure covered in thunder and fire. No one knew who would emerge from it.
After all, no one knew exactly how things would turn out.
However…
As time passed, when the storm began to clear, a figure slowly stepped out. He had long golden hair, the youthful appearance of a flawless eighteen- or nineteen-year-old, and wore a pure white divine robe. His expression was calm, with a peaceful smile, as if he was a shy young man.
"Your Majesty?"
"Abel?"
Hera and Metis almost simultaneously called out two names.
As for Apollo?
Hehehe...
Apollo, unlike the original story, was born as a tool and puppet in this life. Given these circumstances, naturally, no one cared about his fate.
The gods continued to gaze at this person before them.
He seemed to be Zeus? Perhaps Abel?
But!
He was not exactly either. He looked like a fusion of Zeus and Abel, sharing a similar appearance with both, but only at first glance. Upon closer inspection, the differences became clear—his appearance was completely unique.
"My name…"
"Zeus."
"Abel."
"Hmm…"
He seemed to be pondering something. After a moment, with a gentle smile, he said, "If you need to call me something, then… Polos will do. That name seems more fitting for me now."
"After all."
"I am neither Zeus nor Abel."
The god who called himself Polos smiled, radiating a relaxed aura as he glanced at everyone present.
"Metis, Hera, Prometheus…"
"Such familiar yet unfamiliar faces!"
"Hehehe…"
Polos laughed warmly, giving off the feeling of a spring breeze.
This feeling…
Was truly different.
Zeus had always felt like a violent thunderstorm. He carried the majesty and anger of a king of the gods, flashing like lightning at all times.
Abel, on the other hand, was like a raging flame. Although captivating, his inner pride was something impossible to change.
But now!
Polos exuded an entirely different aura, a gentleness from the depths of his soul, making him feel as if he were the refreshing wind of spring.
Zeus? Abel? Apollo?
Who could say for sure! At this moment, who Polos truly was remained uncertain. He could be no one, or perhaps he was all of them.
Now.
Polos glanced at everyone present but said nothing. He then turned his head.
A mix of black and blue divine power appeared.
The shadows of Hades and Poseidon emerged, both gods silently observing Polos, seemingly lost in thought. Polos, too, smiled gently as he looked at the two kings of the gods.
In an instant!
Three waves of divine power representing kingship surged into the sky. Though there were differences in strength, the gap was not as vast as heaven and earth.
Hades' power was the most terrifying, while the divine powers of Poseidon and Polos were nearly identical, with no discernible difference. In a fleeting moment, everything returned to calm.
"Zeus, Abel, Apollo."
Poseidon said calmly, "None of those names seem fitting to describe you. You are simply Polos, the fourth generation king of the gods, Polos."
Hades, equally quiet, said, "You have inherited everything from the past, yet also discarded it all. As the unique fourth-generation king of the gods, you are the complete God-King, a new God-King."
"Polos, the name suits you well."
"This game will be more interesting with your participation."
"Hades, Poseidon," Polos smiled warmly and replied, "I'm sure I won't disappoint you in this game. It's going to be a very interesting one."
"..."
Hades and Poseidon didn't respond to Polos. Their figures gradually dissipated before everyone's eyes, disappearing as though they had never been there.
Polos merely smiled as he watched this happen.
When Hades and Poseidon had fully vanished, the divine powers that had sealed the heavens along with them also disappeared. Polos turned his head and raised a hand.
Crackling!
Thunder fell into his grasp, while his other hand opened, summoning a divine bow forged from blazing flames. At this moment, the divine power radiating from the bow was no less than that of the thunderbolt.
"Thunder."
"The Sun."
Polos held the bow in his left hand and the scepter in his right, gazing at all the gods present. He said gently, "You all have the right to make your own choices. I won't stop you from deciding. Hera, Metis, Prometheus, you may choose to stay or leave."
"This is the choice you are entitled to make. The next holy war will begin in a million years."
"So."
"Before the next war, make your decisions."
Polos smiled and left. He was not angry; his face was filled with calm and warmth.
Yet!
The calmer he seemed, the more the gods present understood.
Zeus, Abel, Apollo.
They…
It appeared they had undergone a unique transformation. Their divine souls, divine personas, and sources had completely vanished, replaced by a new God-King born from their trinity.
Polos!
The God-King of Thunder, Sun, and Fate.
The birth of this God-King marked the beginning of a new reshuffling of the heavens.
And the ruler of the heavens would not change, no matter what. Polos would remain the master of the heavens. Now that he had given the gods a choice, it was up to them to decide.
An opportunity had arrived, one of extreme importance. If they failed to seize this opportunity, it would be a difficult situation to recover from.
"..."
At this moment.
All the gods who remained fell into silence.
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