The Birth of God Cosmo

Hephaestus, the God of Fire and Craftsmen, was a man with a large red beard. He could be called rugged-looking, but among the Olympian gods, his appearance ranked near the bottom.

His combat strength was neither especially high nor especially low. After all, he presided over the powerful divine domain of fire, though he mostly used it to forge equipment. But equipment was also a form of power!

If one asked who was the strongest in the entire pantheon, he certainly would not rank among them. But if one asked who had the finest Divine Cloth or the greatest number of weapons, there was no getting around the God of Fire. Even Zeus fell short compared to him.

Seeing that all the other gods had been thoroughly dealt with and that Athena had pulled the goddess of agriculture aside, the God of Fire glanced at Yota and sighed faintly. "Athena won in the end, after all. Tell me, what do you want from me by keeping me until now? It can't just be because Athena looked after me."

Yota nodded. "I want to learn how to make Cloths from you!"

"As expected, craftsmanship is the only thing anyone could possibly want from me. I just didn't expect that this time, you wanted to learn the craft itself rather than have me forge equipment." Hephaestus spoke with self-mockery. "May I ask what you intend to do to the gods?"

"Nothing much. At most, I'll rob them clean and seal them away for a while afterward." Yota smiled.

"Uh..." Hephaestus scratched his head, his expression turning strange. "You... aren't going to rob them of their women, are you?"

Yang Tai's lips twitched. He suddenly remembered that the God of Fire's wife seemed to be Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty!

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