At this moment, Zoey no longer had that cold, mechanical feeling.
Instead, she had become an officer with a perfect divine body. She respectfully handed Aiden the scepter that represented the ruler of the Abyss.
Below the throne, Eira, the Empress of the Great Shaw Empire, lowered her proud head.
James, Atlas, and the other Venerables pressed their foreheads tightly against the cold stone floor.
Even Faye, the Heaven-Devouring Mystic Dragon who usually looked down on everything, had become a gentle maid. She obediently knelt beside the throne and poured wine for him.
"Aiden, all of this should have been yours."
In the void, a tempting voice exploded deep inside Aiden's soul.
"As long as you nod, this will be the future you deserve."
"You are ten thousand times stronger than the real you."
"Why keep struggling so hard? Accept this perfect version of yourself, and you will become the one and only God-Emperor!"
