"Your Majesty, please sit on the Golden Throne."
Carl nodded, stepped forward, and sat on the massive Golden Throne.
This Golden Throne was the treasured possession of the Emser Empire.
Those who sit on the throne will gain the Power of the Crown.
But those who wish to wear the crown must bear its weight.
This was the empire's last resort.
A forbidden magic to create disposable weak divine power.
Carl, who was to endure this forbidden magic, was mentally prepared.
Ensar needed a god who could lead the charge.
Yet only the royal bloodline could endure the Power of the Crown.
Through generations of refinement, the royal lineage was the most capable of accommodating this power for a long time, the [Ascender].
Of course.
Even the strongest adaptability has its limits.
Carl knew well that once he sat on the Golden Throne, his body would become like an inflating balloon.
Bursting was the inevitable outcome.
