Chapter 4 Banquet

Walking beside Mother Earth Gaia, Laine headed towards a mountain in the central part of the continent, revered as the Mount of the Gods.

The heavens and earth were different than before. With the Sun, celestial bodies, and a variety of meteorological phenomena, the world of Chaos now resembled a true world.

Perhaps because he was walking on the 'original body' of Gaia at the time of her birth, Laine did not feel the vast distance.

Under her guidance, he could cover thousands of rivers and mountains in a single step.

Although at this time, there were neither "thousands of rivers" nor "mountains," as the children of Ourea, the Mountain God, and the three thousand descendants of the God of the Ocean had not yet been born, the earth still looked desolate.

After roughly less than half a day, the sacred Mount soon came into view in the distance.

"Your Highness Laine."

From the moment Laine had agreed to come, Gaia had become increasingly pensive along the way.

Not until they arrived at this recently sacred birthplace of the gods did she finally speak up.

"This will be the place where the Divine King will rule the world in the future."

Gaia looked at the towering Mount Othrys, where her third son Ourea had been born.

"This is the tallest mountain on the land, the closest place to the sky."

"My lord will deign to rule here in the capacity of the ruler of the sky, presiding over all beings on earth."

"That is indeed a great undertaking."

Laine expressed his reverence, yet his tone sounded as if he had already known: "As the first Divine King in the world, only such a place is befitting of the authority of the Heavenly Father."

"Yes," Gaia frowned slightly but still said:

"He will rule all things in the world, forever."

Clearly, at this point, the Heavenly Father and Mother Earth were still immersed in profound love, with no hint of the conflicts that would arise in later generations.

"Let's go. Influenced by the birth of my twelve children, this place is filled with the chaotic Divine Power."

"Please follow behind me to avoid any unpleasant incidents."

Nodding slightly, Laine readily agreed, seemingly oblivious to the subtle change in Mother Earth's demeanor.

Following behind Gaia, the two began their ascent up the Mount of the Gods.

As a place where Mother Earth resided all year round, the Mount of the Gods was not like the barren land with exposed rocks elsewhere; primitive vegetation had already spread here.

Along the way, Laine saw many exotic plants and fruits whose names he could not call to mind—these were new creations under the godhood of Plant Life.

Perhaps in a few years, with the help of the God of Meteorology, this vegetation will spread across the world, bringing a touch of green to the desolate land.

But that was a matter for the future. Soon, under Gaia's leadership, Laine reached the summit of the sacred Mount.

"We've arrived," Mother Earth stopped and said to Laine following behind her.

Nodding slightly, Laine stepped forward to take in the appearance of the place.

The summit of the Mount of the Gods was open and flat, without any trace of man-made structures. Compared to the mythical Mount Olympus of later generations, it was like a desolate mountaintop.

However, this did not surprise Laine, for to the ruler of the sky, the sky itself was his palace.

As he set foot on the summit of the Mount and observed his surroundings, thirteen deities of differing appearances also directed their gaze towards him.

Although no divine power was used, Laine still felt some discomfort.

It couldn't be helped; the primordial deities had yet to learn to contain their auras, and being near them was inherently oppressive.

"I present myself to you, Your Majesty."

Ceasing his inspection, Laine bowed slightly, showing respect to the male deity in the center.

This was not his first encounter with Uranus.

Unlike the youthful appearance during their last meeting, Uranus now looked like a tall and majestic middle-aged man.

It was the combined result of paternal authority and the position of the Divine King. A deity's appearance changed with authority and power, which was common knowledge among the gods.

As they faced the meeting with a foreign deity, the twelve Titans were somewhat puzzled, given that they could sense the weakness of Laine's divine power.

They looked towards their father, waiting for his reaction.

Then they saw their majestic father extend his hands to embrace the deity before him, offering his greeting without any reservations.

"I am pleased you could come, respected Foreseer, God of Prophecy."

Uranus's voice was wild and powerful, befitting his godhood immaculately.

"Until today, I never truly believed you could see destiny, please forgive my previous misunderstanding."

"Please take a seat, Prince Laine, you should join us at the table."

"My honor."

Under the varying gazes of the fourteen deities, Laine chose a spot on the mountain summit to sit.

This was a birthday celebration, as well as a banquet to honor Uranus's ascension to Divine King.

As the twelve new gods were born, the crown of the world was automatically bestowed upon him.

With everyone gathered, the fruits of the plants on the mountain, brought forth by Gaia, served as the feast for this banquet.

The Divine King sat in the central position, with others lined up on either side, only Mother Earth seated beside him.

When the banquet began, apart from occasionally conversing with Laine, the Heavenly Father spent most of his time speaking to his newly born children.

He shared his thoughts with them, instructing how they should respect him as their father and how to assist him in fulfilling the role of the Divine King.

Perhaps due to the influence of patriarchy, his twelve children mumbled quietly, simply responding to the demands of the Divine King.

'Not bad at all.'

Having tasted an unknown purple fruit, Laine quietly observed everything.

He was aware of why he had been invited here and had his thoughts about it. But before that, he just wanted to enjoy a few more fruits.

After all, the plants on Mount of the Gods were the progenitors of their kind, the very first batch from the Chaos World.

The fruits had no small effect on deities. At least for Laine, they could help him reach the upper limits of his godhood more swiftly.

Time hurried past, for deities do not concern themselves with the passage of time.

When night and day had exchanged places for the third time, Uranus finally ceased his admonishments.

He turned to face Laine, sitting beside him, the deity who had prophesied the birth of his twelve offspring.

Even now, he struggled to comprehend how such weak divine power could glimpse into destiny. But since it was proven true, he did not mind asking him some questions.

Especially since he had heard every word spoken by the other at the foot of the mountain.

Raising his cup, Uranus spoke to Laine again after three days.

"Prince Laine."

"Previously, during our first encounter, you prophesied the birth of my twelve children."

"Fate is truly mighty," said the Heavenly Father in his resonant voice, "Only a deity as wise as you could detect its destined course."

"Fate's dominion resides in the hands of Lady Night," Laine said with a smile, raising his cup to clink it with Uranus's from afar before downing it in one gulp.

"I simply chanced upon a part of it."

This was not wine, but the juice of a plant, yet it was still delicious under the influence of divine power.

"Then, respected Prince Laine, I have a question I wish to ask you."

Uranus did not mind Laine's modesty; it appeared he was only curious about the ability of prophecy: "I hope you can use the power of prophecy to tell me."

"In Chaos, in the future of this world, am I the eternal Divine King, ruling over the sky, the land, and the ocean?"

The banquet seemed to suddenly fall silent. The twelve Titans watched Laine with strange looks, while Mother Earth's eyes were filled with worry.

Faced with Uranus's seemingly casual inquiry, Laine smiled faintly.

He did not rush to answer, instead, he set down his cup, and began to explain the nature of all prophecy.