Of course, he didn't know. The god Su Ming had picked had clearly drunk too much.
Dionysus's wine was incomparably fragrant, enough to get even gods drunk, and after Dionysus's death, there was still plenty in stock.
"You don't know? Then what use are you, you worthless trash?!"
With that, First Born raised a hand and slapped the unfortunate god's head clean off. Only the headless corpse remained kneeling before him, as though it had not noticed it was already dead.
But First Born was still in a foul mood. He kicked the headless corpse away, then pointed at a goddess and ordered her closer to answer the same question.
She was so frightened that she wet herself. Naturally, she did not know the answer either. She was merely an ordinary pond fairy, thinking every day about how to seduce farmers passing by the water into sleeping with her. Why would she care about Zeus's whereabouts?
Yet despite also failing to answer, First Born did not kill her. He merely pinched her face and examined her, then smacked her butt and told her to wait off to the side.
Little Fairy was beside herself with excitement. She nearly jumped for joy as she walked away. Just feeling the strength of that large hand had already sent her soaring.
Strong, mysterious, proud, and capable of inspiring fear—First Born was simply too powerful. So powerful that she immediately wanted to bear his children. Perhaps she was already fantasizing about ascending to the throne of Hera.
Seeing that she had not been killed but had instead turned misfortune into fortune, the goddesses immediately lost their fear. They swarmed around First Born, using every possible method to ingratiate themselves with him. Some even grabbed his hand and tried to stuff it into their skirts,