"Is there any greater glory than triumphing over the gods present here? So, my Divine Queen Wet Nurse, why don't you put forth the next trial right here and now?"
Yes, Nezha had grown somewhat bored of the mundane games like chasing pigs; instead of wasting time on trivial tasks, it seemed much more entertaining to engage with the gods present here in earnest.
After all, the value of directly challenging the gods was incomparable to other trials.
Hera, who initially planned to go easy on Hercules after warming up to him, couldn't help but frown. Humans are humans; gods are gods. No matter how strong Hercules might be, he is not a god.
The other gods present felt the provocation sharply—a mere demigod, even if he were the son of Zeus, could not defile the dignity of the gods. Instantly, the banquet's atmosphere plunged into an icy abyss.
