Zeus hadn't completely lost it yet.
He knew the man sitting on his throne was not a normal mortal, judging by the presence he was releasing. He couldn't just attack him recklessly.
The same went for the other gods, who felt offended and disrespected by Damian's actions. They, too, wanted to wipe that smile off his face and torture him and the women with him, but they didn't know the level of their opponent. They couldn't afford to be reckless.
"Who are you?" Zeus asked calmly. Although he tried to restrain his aura as the God King, the storm he had summoned was still raging, lightning striking hundreds of times in succession and gradually destroying what little remained of the surroundings.
"I'm the new and permanent ruler of the Greek pantheon. I guess that's enough for an introduction," Damian Simpoled replied, not even trying to hide his audacity.
His words only made the gods and their king tense up even more, and Damian could see a vein popping on Zeus's forehead.
