At any given point in time, new legends could arise. At the beginning of the universe, when heaven and earth were yet to be formed, the First God of the universe, Caius, was born. Caius was the God of Chaos. He took no form. He was a vast, endless space of nothingness.
After countless years, he gave birth to four gods of creation. The wheels started to churn, and the world began.
After that, the gods evolved and so did the Divine Court. Now, it was time for the second generation of the Divine Court to compete with the third generation of the Divine Court for supremacy.
Tartarus' endless Abyss of Hell was the true form of its namesake Tartarus, one of the Gods of Creation. It represented the bottom of the world and was a sealed territory that imprisoned countless demons and kept gods out.
At that moment, in a certain space at the bottom of Tartarus, an extremely strange scene was playing out.
Three incomparably huge and extremely terrifying monsters were being tightly entangled by an indescribable power.
The monsters were tens of thousands of feet tall, with 50 heads of various shapes and sizes growing out of their thick and long exaggerated necks. Their bodies were enveloped with rippling muscles and 100 huge hands growing out of them. They were the monsters among monsters.
At that moment, the three hundred-armed giants that were completely identical to each other were actually fused together by an irresistible divine power. They emitted a resplendent light that illuminated the entire space.
Time passed by for an unknown number of years. From the initial mass of stubborn, resistant, writhing flesh, they gradually turned into a huge egg. The eggshell glowed with inexplicable runes, brilliant light flowing across its surface. From the inside, barely seen through the shell was the flickering of a seven-colored divine light. It looked incomparably sacred and inviolable.
Lorne still could not understand why he had transmigrated, and why of all worlds it had to be Greek mythology. Inexplicably, it was as if he had fused with and swallowed the three legendary Hecatoncheires.
Now that he had taken over their nest, he had taken the form of a giant egg that was in the process of transforming. Who knew what he would hatch as.
However, when he thought of the description and introduction of the Hecatoncheires, he could not help but shudder.
These giants were extremely hideous. They each had fifty heads and a hundred arms. The moment they were born, they were thrown into the endless abyss by the father, Uranus, and imprisoned in Tartarus, closely guarded at all times.
They had remained in this dark hell for their entire lives.
It was enough to demonstrate just how terrifying these three hundred-armed giants were. Otherwise, as the sons of the first god, King Uranus, they could be considered princes. How could royalty be treated like this?
However, Lorne felt that there was another explanation. The king of gods had the ability to predict the future. He had predicted that his church would be overthrown by his most powerful sons.
Therefore, when Lorne saw these immensely powerful beings, he instantly saw their worth. Perhaps they were the ones who had the potential to overthrow the current divine court and imprison their creators in turn.
Even so, someone beat them to it. Their son, Cronus, overthrew and replaced the divine court, opening up the era of Titans and establishing the second generation of the Divine Court.
However, Cronus was still very fearful of these three brothers. They were highly dangerous and would remain locked up in Tartarus until they were rescued by Zeus, the Third God-King.
Therefore, Lorne was worried about his appearance and also worried about his future.
He did not want to end up like these three guys.
"I don't even know which era we're living in now!"
Lorne could only watch on as the giant egg slowly evolved. He looked at the dark sky outside and grew somewhat curious.
The three Hecatoncheires were still imprisoned in Tartarus Hell, which meant that this was still the second generation of the Divine Court, the era of Cronus.
Based on what he knew in his previous life, the three Hecatoncheires were only able to escape from Tartarus with the help of the third generation God-King Zeus. The reason why Zeus helped them escape from that literal hell was because the Olympian gods led by Zeus were being pushed back in the battle against the Titans led by the second generation Divine Court, headed by Cronus.
At that point in time, Zeus'official wife, the third generation diva Hera, suggested that Zeus sought out the three Hecatoncheires. Only then did Zeus finally save them. The hundred-armed giants did not disappoint Zeus'expectations. They were able to throw 100 giant rocks, each as large as mountains in one go, forcing the Titans back. In the end, Zeus won.
The three of them ended up as the guards of Tartarus.
The greatest contributors were reduced to guard duties. Even Zeus was fearful of the divine powers of his three uncles.
Lorne thought that it was extremely unfair. Now that he had replaced these three fellows, he definitely would not allow himself to fall into this situation and help Zeus. To hell with it!
"A single giant is already so powerful. If I am to be the sum of all three, what would I end up as?"
Lorne was looking forward to his strength after transforming.
So what if he turned out three times as hideous? In this chaotic era of warfaring gods, strength was all that mattered.
"To think that one day I would end up as a deity in Greek mythology!"
Lorne's heart went through a series of fluctuating emotions as he sighed.
He did not have any plans after transforming, but he knew that he needed to get out of this place. As for the Battle of the Gods, they were none of his concern.
According to the records of his previous life, the world ruled by Cronus was known as the Golden Age. Humans lived happily with the gods without any worries, and they listened to their will sincerely. Humans did not have to worry about food, disease, and death. Their bodies were strong and powerful.
Lorne did not think this was a bad thing. Compared to the Silver Age of Zeus, humans at least lived and worked in peace.
He was now a god, but he still viewed humans as his kind.
Although humans disrespected the gods and blasphemed the gods for various reasons, they were still on relatively good terms in this age.
He saw no need to change this situation.
Just as he slowly transformed, the Olympian gods led by Zeus were standing on the peak of Mount Olympus, and the Titans led by Cronus were standing on the peak of Mount Othrys. The two sides looked at each other across the sky, having a staredown of mythical proportions.
"Zeus! You unfilial son, how dare you rebel against this king?"
Cronus looked at the mighty Zeus in annoyance. He could not help but ask.
Zeus looked at the gods behind him and could not help but be in high spirits. His heroic spirit soared to the sky. When he heard Cronus' question, he took a step forward and shouted back, "Father! You have brought this upon yourself! If not for your savagery and brutality, why else would we rebel?"