Chapter 94: Chapter 71: Silver

Translator: 549690339

In the second era, humans were always insignificant.

Apart from a few exceptions, no god paid attention to the aging of humans across the lands, perhaps only sparing them a thought in idle moments, before suddenly realizing that they had all died.

But once dead, they were forgotten, as the attention of the Chaotic Gods was now focused on the Divine King who continuously fathered divine children.

He had three daughters, each with powerful godhood and extraordinary talents, but their inherent gender meant they could not threaten the throne of the Divine King. However, Cronus would not always sire only daughters; eventually, he would have a divine son of his own.

Around the time the Divine King’s fourth child was about to be born, on the Delphi Great Plains, within the range of Mother Earth’s divine power, Silver Humanity was being born from the hands of this repeatedly wounded ancient deity.

Iapetus watched this scene, with his two children and his wife, the Goddess of Renown, Clymene, present. Having decided to defy the Divine King’s orders, he naturally made preparations.

Unfortunately, because of this, he had a big argument with his wife. After all, the God of Speech had decided to live in seclusion under Mother Earth’s protection, while the Goddess of Renown was clearly not fond of keeping a low profile.

“Cronus, don’t blame me. The arrival of the Silver Age is determined by fate, and I am merely following Its will.”

Clasping the Life Vase, a deep black mist appeared intermittently. Although she had made up her mind before, Gaia began to hesitate as the moment approached.

Because of past events, she indeed harbored many grievances toward Cronus, but he was, after all, the first to stand up, willing to rebel against the Heavenly Father. She was willing to give him some trouble, but she did not really want him to pay too grievous a price.

This contradictory psychology was undoubtedly evident in the mythology; on one hand, she guided Zeus to release the Titans trapped in the Abyss, and forged three Divine Artifacts for the three brothers, but after the struggle for the Divine King’s throne ended, because of her dissatisfaction with Zeus’s harsh treatment of the Titans, she birthed Typhon to oppose the Olympian Gods.

Throughout the process, Gaia’s stance could be described as wavering, never fully resolved.

“Now that it has come to this, my sister, you wouldn’t consider backing out, would you?”

“Do you feel it, the joy from the Underworld? Barring any surprises, the Divine Authority of Cronus’s next child will be related to that place.”

“It doesn’t really matter to me. Although the Underworld is also influenced by my power, that is just an insignificant part. But what about you? Your ‘The Earth’ will lose a part again, all thanks to your beloved children.”

The voice of Erebus, The Dark Overlord, was faint, standing beside Gaia, yet invisible to the observing family of the God of Speech.

As the embodiment of secrecy, so long as he didn’t wish to be perceived, hardly any deity could detect his presence. Even the laws of the current world largely ignored this ancient deity.

“I understand.”

Gaia replied coldly, knowing that Erebus’s words made little sense, as the Divine King could not determine the godhood of his offspring.

But reason is one thing, reality another. Like he said, Mother Earth too felt the tremors from the Origin of the Underworld.

Despite its position as the boundary between this world and the outer realms, the Underworld was never entirely under Gaia’s control, but it was still a part of her.

But soon, this part would also greet a new master.

She reached out her hand, merging the faint darkness with the Life Origin Liquid in the vase, tinting the originally verdant liquid with a layer of shadow. Under the power of The Earth, the soil and stone necessary for creation surged forth, combining with the Life Origin Liquid.

Although she disliked Laine, Gaia had to admit that the humans he had previously created were already quite perfect. Thus, she only made slight adjustments to align them with the slightly altered essence of life.

Creation was difficult, but imitation was easy; thus just three days later, the silver humanity had begun to take shape.

Different from golden humanity, due to the infiltration of dark forces, Gaia dared not first create an excellent prototype and then copy it, because only through sufficient dilution could they appear somewhat normal. Therefore, she had to repeat her actions over and over again, even creating hundreds of humans simultaneously.

In the end, when she stopped, the densely packed silver humans had already emerged upon the Earth. They had not yet been endowed with souls, so their eyes were lifeless, but the breath of life was already manifest on them.

However, compared to the Golden Age, for reasons unknown, silver humans were shorter in stature, as if they were children who had not yet grown up. Moreover, even from just watching, the God of Speech, Iapetus, could feel indulgence, lust, greed, and deceit emanating from them.

“It seems that Mother Earth was not in a good mood, and so her sentiments have been transferred into these humans through her divine power, haven’t they?”

“But will such humans truly worship the gods devoutly like their predecessors did?”

The God of Speech couldn’t help but feel doubtful, but out of respect for Mother Earth’s presence, he said nothing.

After all, the act of creation was a task entrusted by Mother Earth. Furthermore, thinking of the Prophecy, which stated that the appearance of silver humans would lead to wars upon the Earth, their various behaviors also seemed to make sense.

“Iapetus, the rest is up to you.”

Taking a deep breath, Gaia was also a bit weary. Repeating the same task had left her feeling mentally fatigued, and coupled with the fact that the birth of the silver humans was part of a plot, she did not want to see them anymore.

“As you wish, Mother Goddess.”

Bowing slightly, the God of Speech stepped forward. He picked up the Divine Whip, stirred it through the materials prepared in advance, and then gave it a gentle shake.

Under the influence of the divine artifact’s power, as the materials fell to the ground, millions of different types of animals appeared on the great plains, just as it happened during the birth of golden humanity.

A mysterious aura emanated from them, landing on the whip, slightly increasing the artifact’s power.

Putting down the whip, the God of Speech then raised the chalice. It was filled with water from the Well of Origins, which he turned into mist with his divine power, enveloping all the creatures present.

“Hmm?”

After completing this step, Iapetus thought it was all over, but to his surprise, he found that a little water was left over in the chalice.

That was because he had taken the water based on the needs of all spirits for propagation, forgetting that humans did not require propagation, so the portion meant for humans was left over.

“Then let it stay here.”

Water from the Well, once removed from the specially made chalice, would lose its divine effect after seven days even if unused. So, Iapetus casually poured the remaining portion onto a rock at his feet, and then observed the changes unfolding across the Delphi Great Plains.

Under his gaze, humans and all spirits opened their eyes one by one, and silver life would spread across the Earth.

Of course, other than him, there was also the God of the West Wind, Zephyrus, who had been circling the vicinity of Delphi, witnessing this scene.