Bell was deeply immersed in the knowledge that Prometheus had left behind for him. As time passed, his divine power grew at an astonishingly visible rate. Although he had not regained the authority of Heaven, Bell's supernatural abilities were expanding at a terrifying speed. This rapid growth was a direct result of Gaia's favor. Because of her preference, Bell's divine power surged uncontrollably. If this continued, the implications were clear.
To be honest, even without the authority of the Emperor of Heaven, Bell had become a true god king. This mysterious feeling was both exhilarating and extraordinary.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, amidst a terrifying surge of thunder, Bell came back to his senses. He slowly raised his head and gazed into the distance, lost in thought, as he observed the endless lightning. A figure began to emerge on the horizon.
"Father God!"
Bell spoke slowly as the god who materialized before him was none other than Zeus.
Accompanied by the crackling thunder, Zeus said indifferently, "Bell, my eldest son, although I am very dissatisfied with your existence, I must praise you. You are my most outstanding child. What a pity! Your only fate is death; that will be your ultimate end."
Zeus's eyes were filled with indifference, devoid of any emotion. This was the essence of a god—the purest emotion and yet the most detached existence. Gods could give everything for their emotions, but they were equally capable of treating anyone who delayed them with utter disdain, even to the point of death.
This was the nature of gods, contradictory and terrifying.
As time progressed, the power of gods like Zeus had reached such a level that he had become one of the most distorted beings among them. Zeus felt no trust toward anyone. In his eyes, any god or mortal could betray him; no one was absolutely loyal. Consequently, he sought to destroy anyone he perceived as a threat, revealing his profound insecurities.
"Hehehe"
Bell did not feel annoyance but instead shook his head sarcastically. "Father God, you are truly weak! Are you really the Emperor of Heaven? No! To me, you are just a feeble wastrel. What you have accomplished is insignificant; you are utterly lacking."
Hearing Bell's mocking tone, Zeus's face remained impassive, but a terrifying killing intent surged in his eyes, radiating a menace that was impossible to ignore. He had no intention of showing mercy.
Yet, Bell seemed unfazed; even if he sensed Zeus's hostility, he did not care. He understood that his father would not let him escape. In this situation, death was almost inevitable. But Bell was confident in his ability to survive; he knew he could leave if necessary. With this self-assurance, he felt no need to hide. At this point, secrecy was meaningless.
"Hahaha"
Zeus's indifferent laughter echoed ominously, suggesting that hell itself was approaching. His eyes flashed with deadly intent as he said, "Bell! I must admit, you are indeed intriguing. I seem to sense something repugnant within you. If you dare to speak in such a manner, you must be prepared to die, yes?"
The indifference in Zeus's eyes signaled that he already considered Bell a dead man. Zeus could not fathom that a mere Titan Main God could ever match his power—such a notion was utterly impossible.
As a god king, Zeus was the weakest among his brothers. Hades and Poseidon stood at the pinnacle, while Zeus occupied the lowest rung. Hades was undoubtedly the strongest, and even Yan Mo surpassed Zeus. The gap between Poseidon and Yan Mo was uncertain; Poseidon had chosen the path of the Evil God, and no one knew how strong he had become without revealing his true power. However, it was clear that the odds were stacked against Zeus.
In any confrontation, whether with Poseidon or Yan Mo, Zeus faced an 80-20 disadvantage. Hades and Zeus were not even in the same league. This disparity highlighted Zeus's shame as a god king.
Yet, no matter how embarrassing the situation, he remained a god king. The sheer power emanating from Zeus was overwhelming, making Bell feel as if he were on the verge of collapsing. This was the pressure that came with facing a god king—a stark reminder of their differences in strength.
At this moment, Bell was not merely provoking Zeus; he sought to demonstrate that everything his father believed was fundamentally flawed. Moreover, he wanted to witness firsthand the true might of a god king.
To advance further, or to put it another way, to genuinely confront Zeus, he needed to break through the barrier of god king. If he could not achieve this breakthrough, any attempt to challenge Zeus would be utterly meaningless.
Thus, Bell was not so much seeking death as he was eager to gauge the true power of the god king.