Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 101 Hiding the Past
Hearing Cronus' request, Old Man Time shook his head, thinking that this kid is ugly, but his dreams are beautiful.

"This is a miracle that cannot be reproduced."

He sighed and looked towards the blue sky. His eyes seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, and through many futures, he saw the Titan King who successfully resisted.

"There are countless you in countless time and space. Although you all have the same experience and the same ability, you often make different choices due to different circumstances.

Even if you reproduce all the actions of the opponent, your enemy will not follow your script. "

Having said that, Kronos despaired instantly, and the hand holding the sickle couldn't help but limp, "Could it be... I can only wait for fate to play tricks on me?"

Old Man Time couldn't help being silent, rubbing the orange-yellow hair of the Titan leader with his scarlet palm, comforting him, "Proud Cronus, don't be confused, don't be sad, because the wide road is always under your feet.

What you have to do is not to copy another's path;
But
Create your own miracle! "

"Create your own miracle?"

The muttering to himself echoed in his mouth, and the eyes of the leader of Tai Tan gradually brightened, yes, the other me can do it, and I can't do it without reason.

who am I?
I am Cronus, Lord of the Titans, one of the creators of the world.

In countless timelines, there are countless kings of the gods. Aren't they characters who rebelled against fate and succeeded?
Even Atlas' original destiny was to be lifted up by the defeat, and now it is still changing everything through hard work.

Speaking of rebellion, everyone is rebelling.

Since the world is against each other, why not have one more me?

Kronos was fooled by the meal, and regained his confidence in an instant.

He is like Chen Sheng who rose up in the later generations of the East, and he can't wait to shout: "Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?"

Clenching the cold sickle tightly with his fingers, Kronos's competitive heart was aroused, and he couldn't help but straighten up.

"Dear old man time, you let me see the world clearly again, and even fate can't stop me at this moment."

"Not bad!"

Old Man Time applauded and praised him, admiring his courage: "May you break through obstacles with ambition and carry the whole world alone!!"

The leader of the Titans smiled and nodded, his figure gradually faded away. He wanted to continue looking for Zeus and other gods, and find the group of rebels in the branch line of the Ganges sand count.

After he disappeared, a tall figure slowly appeared behind Old Man Time.

It has a strong and perfect physique, a tall and straight figure, a resolute face, and deep eyes. It is the face of Atlas, the king of the gods.

"What are you talking about with that idiot?"

Old Man Time smiled, "Didn't you realize that he is very similar to you back then? The same ambition, the same unwillingness to fate."

"So what?" Atlas didn't care, "He can't escape the result of being swallowed after all."

Hearing this, Kieran couldn't help but fell into a speechless trance. There was one thing he hadn't told Cronus, because if it was revealed now, it would definitely make this mighty hero depressed.

Because many times, the truth is often too cruel.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Atlas, the king of the gods, shook his head and waved his hand, and the entire timeline where he was located disappeared in the long river of time in an instant.

No, it would be an exaggeration to say that he disappeared. It should be said that he concealed his past.

For a separate world, there are very few beings that can travel and change time.

However, in the infinite time and space, there will be one or two people in each universe, who can travel freely in time.

Some people don't follow the rules, wantonly destroying other people's past, and graffiti the canvas of the universe according to their own preferences.

However, once the past is changed, it means that the future will also change.

For example, through unremitting efforts, Atlas finally ascended to the throne of the king of the gods.

It turned out that there was an evil pen from another timeline, who pissed at a certain point in the past.

This urination would likely lead to the butterfly effect, causing him, who was supposed to be on the throne, to miss the throne of the king of the gods.

It's fucking pissing off.

Therefore, every mature king will hide his past in the long river of time, so that people can't find you, and naturally they won't be able to wander into your world.

Of course, some people don't care, and even present their own universe in the most conspicuous place in the long river of time, of course, for the purpose of fishing.
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Back to the topic, Atlas was playing happily with Nemesis, when suddenly he saw sand and rocks flying in the sky, and the yellow star dust storm swallowed everything.

The trees, lakes, animals, and rocks encountered along the way were all ground into powder and decomposed into the most primitive elements.

Such a domineering scene made his heart skip a beat.

At this time, he finally felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to slip away as he hugged the God of Retribution.

At the critical moment, the sandstorm that devoured everything suddenly returned along the original path as if time was going backwards, like a movie played backwards, and the world froze slightly.

The stagnation almost disappeared in a flash, and only the consciousness of God could vaguely feel the abnormality in it.

The two hurriedly wiped their clothes, got dressed, and walked out of the grove by the lake.

Prometheus and others had already gathered together, waiting impatiently.

Christie, the god of love, glared at the two of them angrily, pouted with unkind eyes.

Seeing the two of them coming out, they immediately leaned forward in a strange manner, sniffed their noses, and said, "Why do you two have a strange smell?"

Nemesis blushed slightly, turned his head, looked away, just embraced Atlas' hand, and pinched him quietly.

Qingtianshen remained calm, and explained cheekily: "I sweated a little after exercising just now."

"Nonsense, that's not the smell of sweat at all."

"It's just a bit of grease, nothing to look at."

"That... By the way, Prometheus, what happened to the ground just now?"

While embracing the god of retribution, he walked around the other party, scratching his head and changing the subject.

Looking at the back of the two cuddling, Christie's teeth were itching with anger, and she couldn't help but clenched her delicate little fists, muttering to herself, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

(End of this chapter)