Odin stared at the island with wide eyes, filled with astonishment. He had seen it before in one of his earlier visions, glimpsed its vast size—but he had never expected it to be this silent… this eerily empty. A massive island, yet completely deserted: no smoke, no dwellings, no signs of life.
When the ship touched the shore, the first to disembark were Zeus and his children. He stood before them, his voice firm:
"We will go to the heart of the island… to its center."
Zeus and his children advanced with steady steps, followed by the slaves of various races and origins, carrying whatever provisions and supplies they could. The sand beneath their feet was damp, the air tinged with a strange scent… as if the island itself were watching them.
With each step, they felt that they were entering something far greater than mere abandoned land… as though they were stepping into the beginning of a new destiny.
Zeus walked deeper into the island, yet his heart boiled with heavy thoughts, like smoldering embers. Each step reminded him of the truth he had realized years ago… the truth that shattered the plan upon which he had built his future for decades.
He had always believed that reincarnation through his lineage was his eternal guarantee.
If he died, he would transfer… into the body of one of his children or their descendants.
But only a few years ago… Zeus had realized the catastrophe.
No body could withstand his spirit.
Not even the bodies of his children.
His soul had grown to a size that made reincarnation impossible.
And the greatest disaster…
If Zeus died now, all his descendants would die with him.
They were tied to him, bound by his soul, and if his spirit were to explode at the moment of his death… it would drag their souls with it like a vortex, eradicating them alongside him.
He paused for a moment, letting the cold air sweep over his shoulders.
It was the first time he truly felt genuine danger…
A danger he could not overcome with strength, wisdom, or deception.
He thought sharply:
"I cannot carry out the plan of reincarnation… I cannot die.
If that happens… I will not perish alone. My children will vanish too.
My soul has become a prison… and its chains bind my children without me even realizing it. If I die, my children will die with me."
He shook his head forcefully, as if to drive the thought away.
But it did not disappear.
Then an idea struck him—one he had never considered before:
Why must the body be of his blood?
Why not find another body… not of flesh and blood, one that could endure his spirit…
After long contemplation, Zeus settled on a bold plan. Thinking merely of reincarnation into another body was no longer sufficient. He wanted something stronger… something that would leave his mark on the very land itself, much like the rulers of other races.
He remembered the ruler of the demonic continent, that being who had not been content with controlling his demons, but had spiritually consumed the land they occupied, turning everything they conquered into a hellish domain. It was as if the place itself breathed his power, and his soul commanded every corner of it.
Zeus smiled slowly, a thought glinting in his mind:
Why shouldn't I do the same? Why shouldn't I transfer my soul into my island… and make it an extension of myself?
Thus, even if my body dies, my existence would not vanish, and my spirit would remain present in the land… the entire island would become my new body, a source of eternal power.
Zeus clenched his fist, feeling a slight tremor run through his body. It was a dangerous idea, but it alone gave him hope of escaping annihilation and turning the island into an indomitable source of strength.
After deep contemplation, Zeus realized that the island, despite being far from the direct conflicts between the continents, would not be enough to protect him. He had made too many enemies in the continent of Mira, and his name had become a threat; they would relentlessly search for him.
He considered the matter carefully: if he tried to take control of land within Mira, the rulers would immediately discover him, consider him an enemy, and try to erase his presence… perhaps even destroy him.
Therefore, the only solution was to find a place far from Mira, hidden from the eyes of all rulers—a place where he could execute his plan without anyone pursuing him.
Zeus felt the weight of the decision, but he knew this was the only way to ensure his survival and the growth of his power. The current island was just the beginning; the real journey was about to start, searching for the perfect land—the land that would become his new body, his fortress, untouchable by his enemies.
After a long and arduous search, Zeus encountered an adventurer from the Jinn, who spread rumors of a distant, remote island—even farther than his own island from Mira. The island the adventurer spoke of was said to be inhabited by creatures long extinct, a place no one had dared to approach.
Zeus felt the danger of the information; the adventurer could reveal what he knew, and perhaps enemies might track him if they heard the rumors. Therefore, he decided to detain him immediately, ensuring that no word of the island would reach the world, even if no one believed him.
After a period of investigation and surveillance, Zeus discovered that the adventurer was not fabricating the story… the island truly existed. His spirit paused to contemplate its location, and he felt that his heart had finally found what it sought:
This island, distant from everyone's eyes, isolated enough, perfect for him.
Zeus smiled slowly, realizing that his journey to seize his destiny and transform the island into his new body had just begun.
For the first time in a long while, Zeus's spirit felt at ease. The island was far from the eyes of all rulers; no one would find him there, especially given what he had done in Mira. Anyone attempting to locate him in that continent would never reach this remote spot, and no enemy could pursue him there.
Not only that, but the place was perfect for raising his children away from prying eyes, allowing them to grow in safety, free from dangers and conflicts.
Zeus smiled slowly, knowing in his heart that this place was not merely a refuge… but the beginning of a new era for him and his children—the island that would become his body, his heart, and his fortress, untouchable by anyone.
He thought of his children and envisioned what they might become one day…
Great power, yes, but still small, incomplete.
Yet he saw the possibilities of their future, how each of them could awaken their own energy and become masters of an element or force.
His children would grow, becoming strong enough to conquer distant lands, bringing them under his name.
They were his arms extending across continents…
He would later arrive to absorb the territories they conquered, making them part of himself, part of his soul, part of his dominion.
They would open the path… and he would consume what they left behind.
In this way, his presence would extend across the world—not as a ruler of land, but as a force that devours everything in its path.
Every place his children and their descendants set foot on would ultimately become part of him… part of Zeus himself.
From a distance, Athena watched her father walk, staggering slightly. Her hand instinctively moved as if to help him, but something stopped her. She felt a strange sensation, as if getting closer would put her in a danger she could not face.
Odin, observing her hesitation from his place, noticed her worry.
He explained to her what he had seen of the island through the raven a few months earlier: the killing, the destruction, the absorption of the souls of those who had lived there. Everything had been under his father's control, and each devoured soul had become part of his power.
When Poseidon heard this, he was astonished:
"Didn't Father warn us against such a thing? Why would he do that?"
Hades snapped sharply, watching the scene unfold:
"That's none of your concern, Poseidon. He clearly has a reason, so don't interfere in matters that aren't yours."
The island was silent, each step of Zeus weighing heavily on the air with his presence.
Athena spoke anxiously:
"Everyone… we've walked far already. Haven't you noticed something strange? We haven't encountered a single living being yet…"
Odin, trying to focus, replied:
"No… there are many strange and extinct creatures on this island… but Father's presence scared them away… that's why you don't see anything."
Silence fell over the group. After a long walk, they reached the heart of the island. Zeus sat on the ground, his eyes glowing with power and authority.
Then he said:
"You are still young, but your strength far surpasses that of ordinary humans. This power is a gift to you, but it requires control and discipline to become a true tool—not a burden."
He spoke calmly, yet firmly:
"You are now facing a test… each of you must go in a different direction and train to awaken your power, absorb it into your soul, and learn to control it. The only one who has succeeded so far is you, Odin. You must learn to master your power—it is not easy and will take years of training."
Hearing Zeus's weighty words, the children exchanged brief glances before dispersing…
Yet inside each of them, something ignited—different, unique sparks of determination.
Hades was the first to move, though his steps were slow, weighed down with thought.
"What energy resonates with my soul? What power awaits me?"
He knew that every soul responds to a certain element or force, and finding it was the first key to power…
And he would not accept being lesser than anyone.
Before he walked away, he noticed the others thinking along the same lines—each searching within, trying to discover the force that would first respond to their soul.
But Odin was different…
He stood for a moment, looking at his hands, then at his soul.
He was not searching for what his power was—he had already discovered it.
He thought only of one thing:
How to master it… and make it a part of himself entirely.
His expression was stern, yet beneath it burned a suppressed fire, a desire without limits to surpass the boundaries he had reached.
Zeus looked at the children before they dispersed across the island, his voice steady, carrying a weight that brooked no argument:
"Do not return… until you have awakened your power and learned to fully control it. This is your path now, and none other can walk it for you."
As each of them began moving in different directions, Zeus remained in place, closing his eyes, focusing his entire being on a single goal:
To transfer his soul into the island and consume it, making it a part of himself, becoming its new heart.
Every step he took in mastering his soul was deliberate, every breath directed toward one objective: to fully imbue the island with his essence, making it an extension of his power.
The air around him grew charged with energy, and the ground beneath his feet began to respond to his presence, as if aware of what was to come. Everything on the island was on the verge of transformation, and with it, Zeus's fate was about to become irreversible.
He knew that transferring his soul into the island would take time, so he kept the slaves with him. If they had gone with the children, they would have hindered their journey to discover the energy that resonated with their souls. Moreover, the slaves were necessary for the continuation of his children's lineage. He left them there, ensuring that his plan could unfold without obstruction.