The hundred-headed dragon Typhon emerged, but instead of launching an attack on Olympus immediately, he hid somewhere to restore his strength.
After returning from the Underworld, Zeus immediately sought out the Fates to ask who had released Typhon.
"Bolos!"
This familiar name made Zeus grit his teeth.
Furious, he stood atop Olympus with lightning in his hand, his gaze seemingly sweeping across all corners of the world, yet he still couldn't locate Bolos.
"Can you see where he is through fate?"
Helpless, Zeus could only continue seeking help from the Fates.
However, the goddesses of fate disappointed him by shaking their heads in unison.
"We can observe fate and correct its general direction, but we cannot interfere with it directly. Otherwise, the worst unforeseen outcomes may arise."
"It's just killing a rebellious god who was supposed to die—what worst result could that cause?!"
Zeus was deeply dissatisfied but had no way to force the Fates.
After Demeter and her daughter returned to the human world, all twelve Supreme Gods of Olympus took their seats in the Divine Temple, further strengthening Zeus's Authority.
But for the King of the Gods, that was still far from enough.
Zeus knew well that even now, he was still not as powerful as Cronus once was.
He still couldn't understand why Cronus, despite his immense power and the ability to overturn the tide alone, had ultimately given up the throne of the King of the Gods.
Thus, after becoming the King of the Gods, Zeus feared not only that his throne would be taken by the prophesied Bolos, but also that Cronus might return and reclaim it.
Therefore, he continuously expanded his Authority. As long as it helped strengthen his Authority, Zeus didn't mind cooperating with any being.
Be it Nyx of the Night or Tartarus of the Abyss.
After discussing the issue of Typhon with the other gods, Zeus once again created a new generation of humans in the mortal realm.
This generation was known as the Bronze Humans.
Unlike the benevolent Golden Humans and the unruly Silver Humans, the Bronze Humans seemed born of Zeus's wrath and were inclined toward battle from birth.
Moreover, this generation of humans was granted the ability to reproduce and bear descendants.
They quickly formed tribe after tribe, launching wars against each other. Constant battles led to an endless stream of deaths among mankind.
Most of the Supreme Gods of Olympus paid no heed to their wars and bloodshed, simply watching as soul after soul was sent to the depths of Tartarus.
They all knew that the fate of this generation of humans was to perfect the Abyss for Tartarus.
This was the agreement between the King of the Gods, Zeus, and the Abyss—through this, the Abyss would be strengthened, and Zeus's Authority would reach into it.
However, there were still two Divine Beings who felt sorrow as they watched the state of the mortal world.
One of them was Prometheus, who had once helped Zeus achieve victory in the Titanomachy.
To thank him, Zeus had promised him a life on Mount Olympus and the Authority of his choosing.
Yet, as if the time had not come, even after Zeus had ruled as the King of the Gods for over a hundred years, the wise Prometheus had never gone to claim that Authority.
He wandered the mortal world, witnessing unprecedented bloodshed and war, murmuring to himself repeatedly.
"This shouldn't be..."
"These humans... are not whole."
...
The Goddess of the Hearth, Hestia, heard Prometheus's sorrow and his muttered laments.
She did not disturb him, but instead went in another direction to traverse the mortal world.
At last, she made a decision.
This eldest sister of the King of the Gods and one of the twelve proper gods of Mount Olympus traveled through hearths in the mortal world and arrived at an island on the sea.
This island was the same place where she had once "cohabited" with Bolos.
Hestia had come mostly on a whim, but to her surprise, Bolos was indeed here.
However, he was not alone—another goddess was present. Upon Hestia's arrival, the goddess hastily dressed herself.
That smooth skin, cold and beautiful face, and the crown on her head were unmistakable—she was The Queen of the Seas, Amphitrite, the wife of her younger brother, Poseidon.
"You... you two..."
Hestia was at a loss for words upon seeing the scene.
When The Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite, was born, Hestia had heard Bolos express some interest in Amphitrite.
But in her eyes, that had been nothing more than a fantasy.
How could a dignified Queen of the Seas, the most honored goddess of the ocean, possibly fall into Bolos's hands?
Yet now, she had witnessed it herself.
Not only had Bolos succeeded, but he had also left many marks on Amphitrite—whip marks, handprints, and even his name faintly carved into her private parts.
"That's... absolutely outrageous."
Hestia was inwardly shocked but pretended to remain indifferent, saying nothing.
"I told you to meet me at your Divine Temple, but you insisted on coming here."
Bolos, unlike Amphitrite, was in no rush. He leisurely dressed himself, appearing completely composed.
Amphitrite had already tidied her appearance and looked at Hestia with her usual cold and dignified expression.
However, the glint of charm in her gaze toward Bolos did not escape Hestia's notice.
"You really are Zeus's son."
Hestia sighed. In terms of seducing goddesses, Bolos had clearly inherited the talent, perhaps even surpassing Zeus.
Zeus probably dreamed of having his own brother Poseidon's wife.
"Hestia, you came to find me because you have doubts in your heart, didn't you?"
Bolos seemed to know exactly why Hestia had come. Calm and collected, he looked at the Goddess of the Hearth with a gentle smile.
As a goddess who commanded faith and had deep understanding of the Path of Faith, it would indeed be strange if she had no doubts, given the current situation in the mortal world.
Without surprise, her second subordinate god—her second angel—was about to be born today.
"Yes, Bolos, Creator. I have doubts and wish to ask you to enlighten me."
"Then speak your doubts, Hestia."
It was as if the scene just moments ago had never occurred.
"I want to know... in the Path of Faith, what becomes of those humans who have no faith?"
Choosing between Zeus and Bolos—after witnessing Zeus's annihilation of the Silver Humans and his creation of the Bronze Humans for Tartarus—Hestia had already made up her mind.
This question was merely her final doubt before making her choice.
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