The God of Underworld-Chapter 31: Uranus

The battlefield reeked of blood and burned ichor. The remnants of a recent skirmish lay scattered, divine corpses slowly dissipating into energy.

Zeus stood among his soldiers, his chest rising and falling steadily as he observed the aftermath. Another victory. A small one, but a victory nonetheless.

The guerrilla warfare that his brother, Hades, came up with was incredibly effective and had been going well.

Hit fast. Disappear faster

Their small raids had worn down Crius’ forces, forcing the Titan’s army into a defensive position.

Zeus stared at his joyful soldiers and ordered.

"Alright, quickly ret—"

A pulse.

A great tremor in the divine tapestry of the cosmos.

Zeus froze. He felt it, like a star shifting in the sky, something had changed in the order of the universe.

Then, realization dawned on him.

He raised his head to look at the direction where Iapetus’ temple was at, and instantly, he knew the cause of this shift.

The death of a Pillar Titan, Iapetus. By the hands of his brother, Hades.

A moment of silence stretched across Zeus’ ranks, and then—

Laughter.

Pure, unfiltered laughter.

The gods and divine spirits under his command howled in amusement.

"Those arrogant bastards finally got what was coming to them!" one god laughed, slapping his knee.

"A Titan has fallen. And not just any Titan—one of Cronus’ pillars!" another added.

"Lord Hades actually did it. The Titan of Mortality is dead!"

Their voices were filled with triumph, their morale skyrocketing at the revelation.

Zeus let out a short chuckle, rubbing his chin.

"Well, well..." He crossed his arms, amusement flickering in his lightning-filled eyes. "Looks like my dear brother isn’t just sitting back and watching. He’s moving forward, just like I expected."

He wanted to order his soldiers to prepare for a banquet. But before he could say more...

The sky darkened.

A deep, starry void swallowed the heavens above, and suddenly, the battlefield was no longer basked in the glow of the sun.

Instead, it was illuminated by countless constellations.

The stars themselves shimmered ominously, forming ancient celestial patterns that pulsed with divine energy.

Zeus’ smile faded.

His men stiffened.

A great power descended upon the battlefield.

And then—he appeared.

Crius.

The Titan of Constellations.

Tall and draped in robes that flowed like the night sky itself, his body seemed to be carved from the cosmos.

His presence was suffocating, his gaze filled with ancient knowledge and cold fury.

Behind him, thousands of gods and divine spirits stood ready for war.

All armed.

All eager for blood.

Zeus’ forces instinctively took defensive positions, their earlier laughter vanishing.

Crius gazed at them, his expression cold and emotionless. Then, he spoke, his voice was deep and reverberated like the echoes of the universe itself.

"It seems you already knew," he said simply, his eyes locking onto Zeus. "Iapetus has fallen, and I will make sure that will be your first and final victory."

A gust of divine pressure rolled through the battlefield, making the very ground tremble.

Zeus, however, smirked.

He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as small sparks of lightning danced along his skin.

"So dramatic," Zeus mused, a grin forming on his lips. "I was just thinking—I needed a real test after three years of training."

He clenched his fists, and thunder rumbled across the battlefield.

Crius narrowed his eyes. "You have no chance, child."

The Titan raised his hand, and the constellations above shifted.

A storm of stars began to descend upon Zeus and his forces.

Zeus’ grin widened.

"Let’s see about that, old man."

And with a crack of lightning, the battle erupted.

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Poseidon stood at the forefront of his army, his trident resting lazily on his shoulder.

Behind him, thousands of gods and divine spirits stood ready, their weapons gleaming under the dark, turbulent sky.

They had been marching, searching for any Titan forces to engage. And now, they had found them.

Or rather, they had found him.

Coeus.

The Titan of Intellect and the Keeper of the Celestial Axis.

Tall and imposing, his eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom and cold calculation.

Unlike the powerful Iapetus, the wrathful Crius or the fiery Hyperion, Coeus was always the quiet one, the thinker.

The one who always makes plan and act behind the scenes.

His mere presence sent a ripple of unease through Poseidon’s troops. This was the Titan who had crushed Poseidon three years ago.

But this time, things were different.

This time, Poseidon was stronger.

A smirk stretched across Poseidon’s face as he lifted his trident and pointed it directly at Coeus. "Finally, you’re here. I’ve been waiting for this moment."

The Titan remained motionless, his expression indifferent as he observed Poseidon with those cold, analytical eyes. "Have you now?"

Poseidon’s grip on his trident tightened, his divine power flickered.

"Three years ago, you humiliated me. But today..." His smirk widened. "I’m going to pay you back."

Coeus tilted his head slightly, his voice calm, almost bored. "Only a fool would keep repeating the same thing, expecting a different outcome."

The words were like a dagger twisting in Poseidon’s pride. He remembered the last battle well.

How Coeus had outmaneuvered him. How the Titan had played with him like a child floundering in the deep sea.

Poseidon hated that memory.

His eyes darkened with resolve. "And only a coward would stop trying after failing once."

With a loud boom, Poseidon stomped his foot against the ground.

The entire battlefield shook violently.

Cracks split the earth beneath him, and from the broken land, water gushed forth in massive torrents, flooding the area.

The Titan army took a step back as the terrain began to shift in Poseidon’s favor.

A battlefield of dry land? That wasn’t going to happen. Within seconds, the ground was submerged under an expansive ocean.

Poseidon’s smirk widened as he lifted a hand, feeling the power of the sea pulse through him. "Let’s see if you can outthink a god who controls the battlefield itself."

Coeus remained unimpressed. He raised a single hand, and the skies responded.

The clouds split apart, revealing the endless stars above.

The constellations shifted, and in an instant, the battlefield was bathed in a mysterious blue light.

Poseidon’s army tensed.

Gravity itself changed.

The gods standing on the water’s surface suddenly felt their bodies become heavier, as though the very fabric of space was pressing down on them.

Some fell into the ocean, struggling under the immense weight. Others gritted their teeth, trying to resist the force.

Poseidon’s grin faltered for a second as he felt the shift in cosmic balance.

’Damn it. I forgot Coeus wasn’t just an intellectual Titan. He was the Titan who understood the celestial laws of existence itself.’

Coeus lowered his hand slightly, and the gravitational force pressed even harder.

Poseidon, however, only grinned wider.

"Not bad," he admitted, his muscles straining slightly against the increased weight. "But you’re still underestimating me."

The waters beneath him suddenly rose violently, twisting into massive, serpent-like forms.

Poseidon slammed his trident into the ocean, and the waters surged forward, racing toward Coeus and his army like an unstoppable tidal wave.

The Titan merely sighed. "Predictable."

With a wave of his hand, the stars above shifted again, and the waters that had been surging forward suddenly...

Stopped.

Frozen.

Suspended in midair as if time itself had halted them.

Poseidon stared, eyes narrowing.

Coeus finally smirked. "Your waters are impressive. But they mean nothing if I refuse to let them move."

Poseidon’s grin never wavered. Instead, he laughed. "We’ll see about that, you shitty old man."

He lifted his trident, and lightning cracked across the stormy sky.

The battlefield was about to explode into chaos.

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A dark and endless corridor stretched infinitely in all directions, void of light, void of warmth. A place outside the realm of gods, beyond the grasp of Titans, beyond the perception of mortals.

Here, time held no meaning.

The path beneath Cronus’ feet felt neither solid nor ethereal—it simply was. And as he walked, he felt as though he had been walking for eternity.

But he did not stop.

His golden eyes burned with purpose, his cloak billowed behind him despite the absence of wind. The silence was suffocating, the weight of this realm pressing on him like an invisible force.

Yet, he pressed forward.

And finally, he reached the end of the path.

There, in the depths of this forsaken abyss, a figure was bound.

A man.

No, something far greater than a mere man.

A colossal, ancient being sat motionless, his body wrapped in countless chains, each shackled to a different pillar that stretched endlessly into the void.

His skin was like cracked stone, his once-mighty form weathered by time and punishment.

But even in this wretched state, his mere presence warped the space around him.

And then, Cronus took a single step forward.

His voice was calm, yet there was an undeniable weight behind it.

"Greetings, Father."

For a moment, nothing happened.

Suddenly, the old man’s eyes flickered to life.

A deep, immeasurable blue, like the endless sky before the birth of the stars.

His gaze pierced through Cronus, ancient and unknowable, carrying the weight of a being who had once ruled before time itself had meaning.

Uranus.

The First Ruler. The Primordial Sky. The one who had birthed the Titans—and the one who Cronus had cast down with his own hands.

And the one who cursed Cronus to bear the same fate as him.