The Greece Antagonist

Underground Maze, a dim cave.

Someway, they had survived...

Listening to the surrounding tremors fading away, the Argo Heroes, feeling as though they had narrowly escaped death, slumped against the dark stone walls, gasping heavily.

"Finding you wasn't easy."

A deep voice came from the darkness, and a tall shadow in the corner removed its black robe, revealing a rugged and resolute cheek under the fluorite's faint light.

"Prometheus?" Chiron tentatively asked.

"Yes, it's me." The tall, strong man nodded slightly.

Upon hearing this, the Argo Heroes turned their heads to look at him in unison, unable to help but hold the man before them in great respect.

The Fire Stealer Prometheus, the original creator of humankind, the god who brought fire and light, was also the pathfinder for human civilization to reach this point.

In a sense, these heroes who carried a part of human blood were the descendants of the man before them.

And hearing the expected answer, Chiron finally let go of his worries.

At the beginning of the formation of the expeditionary forces, he and a few others like Hercules were informed by the Wisdom Goddess Athena:

Once they launched the attack on the Titan Temple, there would be someone to meet them in the Underground Maze.

And that guide was the legendary Fire Stealer, Prometheus.

Just now, this person had intervened at the critical moment, using flames to repel the Demonized Divine Tree's attack.

Therefore, Chiron had vaguely guessed his identity and promptly decided to lead the Argo Heroes, who were in a predicament, to follow him.

Fortunately, the gamble paid off.

Prometheus glanced around at the chaotic breaths and the mostly injured Argo Heroes, reassuring them with a deep voice, "Rest assured, it's temporarily safe here. You all should rest and recuperate for a while."

Chiron nodded, stood up, and along with Medea, the Medicine God, distributed the recovery and healing Magic Potions they carried to nearby weakened or injured companions to help them recover as soon as possible.

Hercules, the strongest in combat, walked among the crowd, inquiring about the casualties of the Expeditionary Army.

But the final tally was not optimistic.

After passing through more than fifty Light Gates and facing countless waves of enemies, all seven or eight members of the Divine Blood Guard brought by King Thessaly, Admetos, had perished in battle. Out of the fifty Divine Blood Heroes that formed the Argo Expeditionary Army, more than a dozen were lost.

What Hercules found even harder to accept was that despite such heavy losses, they hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Titan Temple's shadow.

In frustration, Hercules punched the hard stone wall and turned his head to look at the guide who had only just met up with them.

"What in the world is going on? Why have we been walking for so long, it seems like we're just walking in circles?"

"Space Authority..."

Prometheus replied with a grave voice, patiently explaining.

"Kronos is a Divine King proficient in space manipulation. To conceal his weaknesses—the 'Divine Throne' and the 'Crown'—he has transformed the entire underground world into a complex Space Maze. If outsiders barge in, each time they pass through a Light Gate, a spatial change is triggered. So without a guide, you probably won't be able to find the Titan Temple deep within until death."

"We won't be able to find the Titan Temple until death? Is it really that exaggerated?"

Just after taking an Energy Potion, Jason sprang up, voicing his skepticism incredulously.

Prometheus slightly raised his hand and tossed a solid regular hexahedron cast from bronze, from his sleeve to Jason:

"First, take a look at this."

Jason looked down at the hexahedron in his hands, noticing its peculiar structure.

The six sides were painted with different colors, and each side was evenly divided into nine squares that could be twisted freely to create various patterns.

Jason fiddled with it out of curiosity and asked,

"What is this?"

"The current spatial model of the entire Underground Maze, which I made casually."

Prometheus answered gravely, followed by a slight smile as he looked at Jason before him.

"If you can solve it, then you've understood the Maze's pattern of change, thereby deciphering the entire Space Technique operation, and from there, you can open the route straight to the Titan Temple."

"What counts as solving it?"

"Just make all six sides the same color."

"That's easy!"

Jason, hearing this, confidently twisted the bronze hexahedron in his hands, ready to show off his wits and talent to the god of foresight.

Once, twice, thrice...

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...

After a full half-hour, Jason, staring at the bronze hexahedron with all six sides mismatched, had his earlier confidence completely replaced by intense bewilderment and increasingly dense sweat on his forehead.

Cainis, who found Jason somewhat irritating, wrapped arms around her spear and coldly snorted from the side,

"Can you do it or not? If not, let me try!"

"What's the rush, let me try again."

Jason retorted stubbornly, continuing to struggle with the bronze hexahedron while also seeking support from Prometheus standing beside him.

"Maybe I'll succeed after a few more tries, right?"

Prometheus, standing in the shadows with his arms crossed, nodded with a light smile.

"Hmm, at your current speed of three rotations per second, without repeating, you only need about 4.542 billion years to produce all possible variations of this object, restoring any one of the 20 billion combinations including all sides the same color."