Five hundred years had swiftly passed since the last wrath of the Sky Father.

Just as Ryan had foreseen, a hundred years after the Cyclopes were imprisoned in the abyss, with the birth of the three Hecatoncheires, the King of the Gods erupted in fury once again.

With fifty heads and a hundred arms each, born with boundless strength, they were named Briareos, Cottus, and Gyges. Though lacking divine offices, the Hecatoncheires still possessed the essence of immortality. Their innate power, when combined, could even overcome Titans of moderate divine power.

Yet, regardless of their abilities and how much the Earth Mother spoke on their behalf, the great King of the Gods could not tolerate their existence.

Only fifty years had passed this time, and Ryan, having just attained minor divine power, was once again awakened. Through the perspective of the Moon, the traces of the three Hecatoncheires descending into the abyss were clearly visible.

The consecutive sacrifices of six offspring into the abyss shook even the twelve Titans with dread. Though they were not particularly fond of their grotesque siblings, the loss still evoked a sense of mourning.

The drama unfolding on Mount Olympus held little relevance to Ryan. At this moment, having reached level seven divine power, he sat silently on a rock, awaiting visitors.

Prophecy still held some utility. Though he had never truly relied on it for successful predictions, it still provided hints from fate in certain matters.

Like today, when Ryan's expression shifted upon seeing the green-robed goddess appearing before him.

The Earth Mother wore a black veil on her head, her expression solemn yet tinged with sadness.

"It has been many years since we last met, respected Earth Mother," Ryan spoke, guessing her purpose.

"I had intended to greet you, but seeing your condition, I refrained from such an offense."

Unlike the youthful and vibrant goddess from a millennium ago, Gaia appeared much older now, a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties at a glance.

The once immaculate skin now appeared dull, with faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Despite the vast difference in divine power between them, Ryan could still sense the profound emptiness and decay reflected in Gaia's clear and gentle eyes.

The Earth Mother, once the most abundant source of primordial power, now seemed to have regressed among the primal gods, struggling even to maintain her lofty divine stature.

This was unprecedented; while the primordial gods lost power due to personification, their divine stature remained unshaken. Yet Gaia's current condition indicated that the very essence of the earth had suffered grievous harm.

"I wonder, Earth Mother, what brings you here today?" Ryan asked, seemingly assessing her for a long moment, though it was but a fleeting glance. Despite having already guessed Gaia's purpose, Ryan posed the question nonetheless.

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"Respected Seer, as you previously mentioned, I have reached my limit," Gaia replied, ignoring Ryan's feigned ignorance and getting straight to the point.

"It has been two thousand years... It started off well enough, despite his severity towards the children, he hadn't done anything overly egregious."

"He demanded much from me, but I cannot blame him. As a symbol of the Sky Father and masculinity, it's the influence of divine authority upon him. I accept and understand, without harboring resentment."

"But things changed later," Gaia turned her gaze towards the earth, as if staring at the children imprisoned in Tartarus, "Everything changed with the birth of the Cyclopes."

"He became increasingly erratic and tyrannical, losing his rationality to madness. He even believed that children without divine offices could threaten his position. He abused the authority of the King of Gods, casting them into the abyss."

"And now, he has set his sights on my offspring, born with innate divinity." Gaia's gaze returned from the earth, fixing directly upon Ryan.

Though not known for her martial prowess, Gaia's gaze still exerted considerable pressure on Ryan. He knew that despite not actively seeking any of this, Gaia harbored some dissatisfaction towards him, this prophet.

But whether out of fear of destiny or perhaps a thirst for solutions, both Uranus and Gaia had always adhered to decorum in his presence, treating him with respect.

Yet Ryan understood that their adherence to decorum was merely what they desired, not necessarily what was required.

"So, does the King of Gods feel threatened?" Ryan smiled, meeting Gaia's gaze.

"Yes, the growing children unsettle him. Phoebe, Kronos, Oceanus, and Tethys, these children have already become powerful deities. Though they may not yet match their father, it's enough to cause him trouble."

"Even my other offspring, besides the unfortunate Iapetus and Mnemosyne, born with only the power of speech. With the abilities of Writing and Language, they are too weak. Their siblings have all become deities of moderate power."

As the conversation unfolded, Gaia's expression also appeared somewhat sorrowful. Seeing her children possess such powerful abilities should have brought her joy, but Uranus's increasingly dangerous gaze told her that if she didn't do something soon, they might follow in the footsteps of the Giants.

"I understand," Ryan nodded. "You hope I can resolve this issue and help them set aside their grievances, is that correct?"

"If it could be done, that would be ideal," the Earth Mother replied.

"But that's impossible," Ryan shook his head calmly. "Respected Earth Mother, I am merely the god of prophecy, not the god of fate. The moment the King of Gods commands me to make a prophecy, his own fate becomes enveloped by it."

"Enveloped by the prophecy of the King of Gods' fate, even the destined Lord Ananke might be powerless," Gaia faltered in her speech.

For the past two thousand years, she had visited her sister more than once, the Lady of Night who perpetually enjoyed the silence alongside the dark ruler, Erebus.

But as Ryan had said, the power of prophecy and curse was closely tied to its initiator. When the King of Gods himself demanded to know his own fate, that fate became something no one could stop.

Perhaps the world itself could, but the world had no will of its own. That's why the King of Gods, who had also visited Lady Night, believed so fervently in prophecy, knowing it was unchangeable.

"What about a different approach then?" After hesitating for a while, Gaia's gaze showed some struggle, but she still spoke up.

"If I wanted to permanently resolve this issue, what do you think I should do?" Upon hearing this question, Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't nervousness or surprise, but as Gaia made her choice, the power of history began to gather around him.

Bearing witness to an entire era, possessing authority related to time, naturally earned him the divine office of History. This power originally belonged to the future Rhea, but now, it reached out to a god born earlier.

Upon this, Ryan gladly accepted.