Dionysus's life could certainly be considered legendary, rising from a mere soldier to one of Zeus's guardian deities and serving as the Marshal of the Celestial Legion of Olympus. He had participated in countless battles and faced numerous formidable enemies.
Yet, he had never felt as powerless as he did today.
Even the divine artifact bestowed upon him by Zeus was snapped in two by William with just a finger. How could he possibly fight back?
Was he supposed to bite with his teeth?
"I'm done fighting. What was that project you mentioned earlier?" As Dionysus spoke, he transformed into the chubby appearance William had requested earlier.
It was clear he couldn't win the fight.
At this moment, Dionysus no longer believed William was just a disciple of the Sea God Poseidon.
Firstly, he should have been aware of the disciples recruited by high-ranking divine kings.