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Standing in the sky, wrapped in a refreshed set of black clothes, Laine watched as Hecate’s figure receded into the distance.

Thousands of years ago, before he had opened the Spirit Realm, he had negotiated three conditions with Cronus in the Underworld.

The origin of time and space transformed into the foundation of the Spirit Realm. The concept of the Moon, naturally fitting with the Spirit Realm’s Yin symbol, became a part of Laine.

But the last requirement, the prophesied network controlling the elements, Laine seemed to have forgotten about it and had not taken action for quite some time.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it. In fact, if he had done it himself, within a month or two, he could have woven the elemental network that pervaded the present world of Chaos. However, this actually held no meaning for him.

Like many of the current literary godhoods, even if The Magic Web were to be born now, it would just be a tool for sorting out the Elemental Power in the mortal world, nothing more.

Without enough users, and without sufficient Source Power to fill it, The Magic Web could at most support a god with Weak Divine Power.

Laine had countless such powers at his disposal; it was merely a matter of lacking appropriate vessels. Although The Magic Web was somewhat special, there was no need for him to get involved personally.

He was the Lord of the Spirit Realm, not a worker there. With Hecate’s current progress, by the time she accumulated enough and used the power of the Spirit Realm to weave The Magic Web into shape, the third era would be almost upon them. It was when humans capable of procreation appeared en masse that The Magic Web was truly meant to shine.

As its position within history and civilization grew increasingly high, and as the gods began using it, it would be able to take root deeply in the mortal world, based on the Spirit Realm, becoming an indispensable part of Chaos.

At that time, as the “Weaver” and the first God of The Magic Web, it would be the moment for Hecate to show her full potential. Even Laine himself was unclear about the extent of power The Magic Web might possess at its peak.

He was looking forward to it.

Of course, the initial version of The Magic Web would probably differ from what Laine remembered. He needed wizards, not mages. The so-called “spell slots” would likely not appear in the earliest version of The Magic Web.

Even now, there was no such thing as a “spell model” because Laine himself did not know it.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t create it, but there was no need to. Rather than defining its scope from the very beginning, it was better to let it grow wildly. When the time came for a multitude of flowers to bloom, then they would step in to set the rules.

Besides, ascending a mortal to godhood was simple for him; he just needed to bestow godhood. But for mortals to ascend on their own, Laine had no idea how to achieve that yet.

The current version of The Seven Phases of Meditation only went so far as to touch divinity, granting long life. Laine was even unclear about what the true state of a “Demigod” meant.

This type of Demigod wasn’t like the three thousand Evil Spirits born alongside Hypnos, the God of Sleep, nor was it like Perseus in later ages, who barely managed to defeat sea monsters with the aid of Divine Artifacts. It was more like Heracles before his apotheosis, who, although mortal, possessed enough strength to contend with True Gods.

He could even temporarily replace the sky-supporting Titan Atlas; such power was rare even among the gods.

“A person’s Wisdom is, after all, limited.”

“I wonder if those great sages of Greece will emerge as expected in the distant future?”

“When the most exceptional wise men amongst humans have the opportunity to personally encounter Transcendent power, what will they bring to this world?”

With some anticipation in his heart, but without lingering any longer, Laine turned to look in the direction of Mount Othrys.

He was indifferent, but if he stayed any longer, Cronus might be unable to restrain himself.

If it were anyone other than him, any other deity would have dared to interact with Hecate, seen by the Divine King as a symbol of divine retribution, and would have probably been confronted by now.

“Such impatience.”

Shaking his head, Laine took a step and vanished silently from where he stood.

In a flash of space, Laine arrived midway up Mount Othrys.

All that met his eyes was lush greenery, albeit a bit sparse. Faintly, the sounds of creatures frolicking reached him, the Nymphs who dwelled on the Mount of the Gods.

“Quite a change.”

Muttering softly, Laine’s powerful Spiritual Sense allowed him to perceive that as he vanished and reappeared, the gazes from Mount of the Gods were subtly focused on him.

But since he had already arrived, he was in no hurry to ascend. Instead, Laine walked leisurely towards the summit, taking in the significantly altered scenery of the Mount of the Gods.

When Themis was legislating, Laine had only traversed the summit once. Therefore, strictly speaking, his last visit had been when Uranus had just ascended to the throne.

Compared to the past, there were now stone paths on the Mount of the Gods, as well as beautiful Nymphs flitting through the forests. The vegetation on the mountain had changed a lot too; they were no longer the original batch of plants, and apart from serving as food, they were no longer of use to the gods.

Walking up the mountain path, Laine was not hiding his form, yet all living creatures seemed to look right through him.

However, Cronus was inevitably different. He was the Divine King, possessing the godhood of time and space, so the moment Laine reached the peak, Cronus’s gaze turned to where he stood.

“It’s been a long time, Cronus,” said Laine with a nod, greeting him as one would an old friend, “I’ve taken Hecate with me.”

“But since you’ve already expelled her from the Titan Deity Clan, I suppose you won’t mind this little matter, right?”

“…It’s the Titan Deity Clan, Laine.”

It seemed like the corner of Cronus’s mouth twitched, but it was fleeting.

“It’s all the same.”

Stepping forward to stand beside Cronus, Laine found that this spot was indeed quite good.

Just like how he looked down upon the seven realms from Mount Sinai, being on the world’s highest mountain, the place closest to the sky, standing here naturally elicited a feeling that everything was within one’s grasp.

“Some things have no significance if only you recognize them. They only truly exist when they are acknowledged by all.”

It seemed as though he was talking about the title of the Titans, but Cronus knew that Laine was actually alluding to his position as the Divine King.

A Divine King recognized by only a few gods is not truly a Divine King, only one recognized by all the gods is.

“Hecate is the original sin born of the world’s curse, her existence led to the imbalance of the starry situation.”

Not wanting to dwell on a verbal defeat, Cronus shifted the conversation:

“Taking her away is your right, of course, but you also need to contribute to the situation of the cosmos.”

“Hyperion has offended you before, and although he has paid the price, everyone knows that, given the chance, he would definitely seek revenge.”

“As long as you stand with me, I won’t pursue Hecate’s matter any further, and I might even hand over some star domains for your God of Stars to manage after the dispute over the cosmos is settled,” he bargained.

Turning around, he looked Laine straight in the eye.

Cronus wasn’t the tallest among the Titans, but as a king, he was becoming increasingly qualified.

“They are True Gods of the cosmos, just as the Sea God occupies unclaimed seas, drawing power from the star domains. I only require that they do not resist my rule; everything else is up to you.”

“You have invited others, haven’t you? Like Aether, the God of Heavenly Light from the Underworld?” Without waiting for a reply, Laine asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Cronus nodded, “and Hemera, the Goddess of Daylight, who is always by his side.”

“The world is growing larger, and the number of star domains in the cosmos is increasing. As long as they submit to my rule, I don’t care who they belong to.”

“I understand, so—” After a pause, Laine spoke, “Are you no longer able to delay?”

Observing the sudden change in Cronus’s expression, Laine blessed him with a smile:

“It seems that in at most a thousand years, your offspring will be born. Congratulations in advance, Cronus. Since you need my help, let’s consider it a congratulatory gift given ahead of time.”