“So, Kronos threw his ego, the springs, to Earth…” After living and watching Kronos’ life, Yeon-woo knew how important the springs were—essentially, they were Kronos himself. They were the core of the legends Kronos had built up over eons from the beginning of the universe. They were cogs in a wheel that allowed the massive domains of time and death to turn smoothly.

Since he had thrown them out, his divinity would weaken. When his divine ability of time paused, his body paused as well. The Titans thought death had overtaken Kronos, and in a way, they were right since technically, Kronos’ existence was dead. However, his legends still continued.

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“Where is this?” An ego separated from Kronos slowly opened his eyes. The senses that he’d forgotten seemed to come to life. He could see the night sky, smell flowers, and feel a breeze whispering against his skin vividly. At the same time, an unidentifiable pain throbbed throughout his entire body, but that felt good, too. The feeling of being alive was invigorating.

“I guess I woke up, even though I don’t know where this place is.” Kronos instinctively gripped space to learn where he was, but he could only feel air sliding through his fingers. He smiled bitterly. The fact that he lost everything struck him. The immense...