The One Chosen by God

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. The lower the expectation, the greater the pleasant surprise. Thales actually hadn't set his expectations very high. He had only wanted to break through to Li Rank, or if luck was on his side, to System Rank. Who would have guessed that Helick's Great Trove was a farce, yet Feng Laixian's treasure trove gave him an enormous surprise? In fact, the treasure he obtained was far beyond his wildest dreams. It was a true path to the heavens. Given enough time, becoming invincible was merely a matter of time. Pacific Ocean, Bottom of the Sea. Probably no one would have imagined that Thales would return here. Yet Thales did return. Emerging from the Infinite Pot, he obsessively stroked its surface before letting out a burst of wild laughter. He had no intention of going back to trouble that freak Yu Xian. In fact, he was going to leave Earth next, leave Crescent Bay, and stay far away from every familiar person and place. Now, all he needed was to find a place where no one could ever find him and lay low. When he emerged again, he would possess absolute, overwhelming power and truly be invincible! As for running his mouth at Yu Xian, that was naturally pure trash talk. Having lurked undercover in the Sea Clan for centuries, he had long grown accustomed to speaking nonsense to people and drivel to ghosts; hearing a single word of truth from his mouth was already a miracle. Still, if he truly gained invincible power in the future, those boastful words might not be impossible to realize. The smile on Thales's face gradually faded as he drew the Infinite Pot back into his body. Behind him, a man walked over at a leisurely pace—none other than Prometheus, the vice president of the Ancient Sages Society. "Prometheus, you've come at just the right time. Yu Xian of Qilin dared to attack the Bottom of the Sea! We must take an eye for an eye, blood for blood," Thales said with a grim expression, turning around. Prometheus, however, did not reply. Instead, he looked at Thales with the gaze of a proud parent watching a son achieve great things, a faint look of gratification on his face. Yet that look sent chills running down Thales's spine. Annoyed, he barked, "Prometheus?" "President, as the second member to join the Ancient Sages Society, you should know my real name. I am Mithras Ladrone," Prometheus said, smiling at Thales. Thales glared darkly at Prometheus and demanded, "Prometheus, are you planning to betray the Ancient Sages Society?" Even though he was already planning to flee, he instinctively put on an act, appearing furious and deeply disappointed in Prometheus. In truth, what did the Ancient Sages Society amount to? Nothing! He had always played this bunch of so-called 'wise men' for fools. That had been his sole pastime and favorite way to relieve stress while lurking undercover in the Sea Clan. "Hehehehehe... Hahahahaha..." To Thales's surprise, no sooner had he spoken than Prometheus began to chuckle in a low voice, his laughter gradually swelling into a roar. The gaze he leveled at Thales shifted from level eye contact to looking down on him. Thales's eyes grew dangerous. Killing Prometheus before leaving wouldn't be a bad idea either. With his strength, killing Prometheus would take merely an instant; Prometheus would probably be dead before he even realized what happened. "It seems you haven't realized it yet, Seth Don!" Prometheus said slowly once he had laughed his fill, looking at Thales as a terrifying aura surged from his body. Thales stepped back, staring at Prometheus in shock. At this moment, he was truly both shocked and infuriated. He was shocked that Prometheus actually possessed the strength of the early Star Rank, and infuriated that... he had never told Prometheus his real name. Indeed, Thales was merely his codename in the Ancient Sages Society, and Zhi'er was just an alias he used while undercover in the Sea Clan. His real name was Seth Don. His name could be interpreted as 'Wise Gentleman,' but its true meaning was: 'The male chosen by god.' The moment Prometheus uttered his name, Thales intended to strike and kill him. A mere early Star Rank was nothing in his eyes. Even before entering Feng Laixian's storage ring, he had the ability to strike Prometheus dead in an instant, and after coming out of the storage ring, killing Prometheus would be even simpler and more effortless. Yet to his horror, he found that his body could not move at all. "Do you know why Prometheus stole the fire?" Prometheus walked up to Thales and asked with a smile, looking into Thales's terrified eyes. Why steal fire? Thales froze. Then his pupils dilated and contracted in an instant. Prometheus had stolen the spark of fire and brought it to the mortal realm, of course, to give to mankind. Then... What had this Prometheus stolen, and to which human had he given it? "It seems you understand." From the look in Thales's eyes, Prometheus knew Thales had grasped his implication. He stepped behind Thales, placed both hands on Thales's shoulders, and smiled. "Seth Don, you've done very well—far exceeding my expectations, in fact. It was well worth my effort in stealing a million dead souls and the Water of Life, sparing no pains to create you." With that, as Thales was gripped by shock and disbelief, Prometheus slowly pressed his head against the back of Thales's head. The back of Thales's head rapidly liquefied, letting him enter. "No, this can't be real! Nooo!" Thales resisted frantically in his mind, yet he could feel control over his body slipping away at terrifying speed. "Give up. You are a creation of my ability. From the moment of your birth, I possessed total control over you. You are nothing more than a puppet." Prometheus's voice resonated within Thales's mind. Clearly, Prometheus was not only invading his body, but had also begun invading his soul. However overjoyed Thales had been upon obtaining the Infinite Pot, he was just as utterly despondent now. His dreams, his ambition, his sacrifices, his endurance, his hard work, his future... All of it was gone. All of it was just flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in water, an illusory dream. "Is this the Infinite Pot?" "What a truly beautiful treasure. Seth Don, brilliant work. Of all my puppets, you are the child who did the best." By now, Prometheus could already sense the Infinite Pot hidden within Thales's body. In his delight, his voice echoed in Thales's mind. "You bastard!" Thales had already been in the depths of despair, but Prometheus's words instantly flipped his despair into towering rage. If fury had ranks, his fury at this exact moment was undeniably at the absolute peak. *Infinite Pot, detonate!* Thales indeed could not control his body, but until Prometheus fully subdued him, the Infinite Pot answered only to him. A minute ago, he couldn't bear the thought of detonating the Infinite Pot. Now, however... his only fear was that the self-destruction of the Infinite Pot wouldn't be powerful enough to kill Prometheus. "Wait! If I die, you'll certainly die too! Don't think your Body of Primal Water will save you!" "Whether I die or not doesn't matter! But... you must die!" "Infinite Pot, detonate!" ... ... In the Pacific Ocean, a terrifying blue light detonated, sweeping across the globe.