"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.

Now, he would use self-sacrifice as a guide to achieve the divine seat.

"Little Carl, is there anything you want to tell us for the last time?"

Carl looked up towards the Elder Council.

This time, there seemed to be more elders present than he had imagined before.

Even those who had entered the Sealing Crystal for rest, serving as the empire's foundation, had come out.

He was very surprised.

It was his first time sitting on the Golden Throne, and he really hadn't expected the foundations of the Elder Council to come out to witness his [Ascension Ritual].

The head of the Elder Council took a deep breath and said:

"Carl, close your eyes, prepare to start the ascension ritual."

Without much thought, Carl slowly closed his eyes.

As the surroundings gradually grew silent, roaring energy from the Golden Throne poured into his body.

Carl's aura climbed steadily.

Mid-Legendary Stage.

Late Legendary Stage.

Early Demigod Stage.

Mid-Demigod Stage.

Late Demigod Stage.

...

Soon, he touched the limits of the Demigod stage.

Carl was very surprised.

The speed of his advancement was much faster than he had imagined.

It was almost incomprehensible.

Was the Power of the Crown from the Golden Throne really this powerful?

In a daze, he opened his eyes.

For a moment, the terror almost made him stand up from the Golden Throne.

But in the next moment, a pair of warm hands pressed him back onto the Golden Throne.

Carl looked bewildered at the scene before him, lowered his head, and said:

"Why, why is it like this."

What unfolded before him was the emaciated body of the head of the Elder Council.

Mechanical pipes pierced into his body, siphoning away his last vitality.

He smiled at Carl before his body turned to drifting dust.

Then, another foundation of Ensar plugged into the pipes.

"No, no, don't do this."

Those were the elders Carl had known since he was young, many of whom he deeply respected.

Yet they were being treated like disposable items, one by one plugged into the pipes.

Under the life siphon, their source of power, life, or whatever else, was amalgamated and flowed into his body on the Golden Throne.

His body let out agonizing wails from the inability to resist the influx of power.

The pain and the torment of witnessing the death of generations of elders combined, making Carl tormented beyond measure.

"No, I was supposed to be the one, why is it like this!"

In a hoarse voice, he let out a beast-like roar, his eyes red.

This was not the outcome he wanted to see.

The control of the Golden Throne was half in the hands of the emperor, half in the hands of the Elder Council.

He knew sitting on the Golden Throne required paying a heavy price.

But he thought the only one paying the price would be himself.

No one had ever told him the ascension's price was the sacrifice of the lives of the empire's elders.

"Carl, from the founding of the Ensar Empire, we've stood unwaveringly on the frontline of defending order, both in the past and in the future."

"But for those born under The Stars, the highest Life Sequence we can achieve is only the Demigod Peak."

"Facing the Bottomless Abyss and the Demon Hall, we don't have much chance of victory, you could even say, we can only rely on numbers."

"But the Golden Throne is different."

"Ten Demigod Peak strong ones can't resist a Divine Realm power on the battlefield."

"So, child, accept the last Extraordinary Origin."

The radiance from the Golden Throne entirely entered his body.

At the same time, the basement of the Elder Council was almost deathly silent.

With a flash of fiery light, the Golden Throne fell into silence.

Carl looked forward in confusion.

By now, the members of the Elder Council had been reduced by seventy percent.

Those who were once seen as the empire's foundation, one by one, turned into piles of dust in this small basement.

Only Carl's painful sigh remained.

"Is this the Golden Throne? This is truly... vicious!"

He opened his hands and looked at his body, gradually reaching its limit amid the convergence of power.

For a long time.

He turned and stepped into the shadow.

"I will go buy time for all of you."

Whether for his goals.

Or for those ashes that burned to nothing.

...

Chloe saw the former Emperor again at his and Stuart's wedding.

That day.

After peaceably performing the royal wedding ceremony, the former Emperor turned to leave.

Chloe asked where her convenient father-in-law was heading.

Carl merely said, "To the front."

But Stuart's eyes were somewhat sorrowful.

She looked at Carl and said:

"Will you return?"

Carl was a bit surprised but still smiled and said:

"I don't know, but if I can return, I hope you won't merely be going through the motions like now."

Both remained silent.

Carl shook his head and said, "You can't fool me, did you forget that I, together with Angelina, entered into a contractual marriage long before you two did?"

Chloe: ...

Stuart: ...

Damn it.

These old guys just really know how to take someone else's path and leave them nowhere to go, huh.

Trying to hide things from them isn't that easy, indeed.

Chloe instinctively looked at Stuart, and Stuart hesitated for a moment before hooking Chloe's arm.

Chloe: ???

No, sister, what are you doing?

Stuart leaned on Chloe's shoulder and said:

"Father, everything will go as you wish."

Carl remained silent.

Chloe got goosebumps.

Fortunately, the former emperor didn't stay long and left quickly.

This day, it was the first day of their wedding.

That night.

Chloe encountered a troubling situation.

"Stuart, do we really have to do this?"

"Otherwise? Haven't you shared a bed with me before?"

"What do you mean by sharing a bed, I was resting with Nini."

"Was the face wash useful?"

"..."

"Wasn't it comfortable to cuddle?"

"..."

"Aren't my hands soft?"

"..."

"When I sat on you, you poked me!"

Chloe bristled: "That's hardly the same thing."

Stuart, half-smiling, said:

"What do you think outsiders would think if you told them about everything happening between us? Would they think we're innocent, or that we're going to have five kids?"

This sentence was practically the final gentle whisper, silence yet utterly disarming.

He tried to struggle a bit more.

But quickly, Stuart dispelled his intentions.

"Come on, why are you hesitating? It's just sharing a bed."

"The problem is sleeping together all the time."

"Before, didn't you share a bed with Nini? Was there a problem? Is it that you don't like her?"

Chloe: ...

Damn.

Encountered the unreasonable version of Stuart.

Actually, if you think about it, these kinds of things are only natural.

Since they had decided to be together in this way, it was inevitable that things would happen.

"But, Xiaoke, don't you want to stay in the same room with me?"

Stuart's expression changed, revealing a pitiful smile.

Chloe held her head, angrily said:

"Stop messing around, I'm really getting confused."

Stuart leaned in and said:

"Why be so clear about everything, when we're the only two, oh no, the only three pitiful people in this world.

Wouldn't it be fine to hold together for warmth?

Xiaoke, do you really want to push me away?"

Chloe: ...

Forget it.

Do whatever you want.

I don't care anymore.

Ke chose to give up thinking.

Truly unreasonable.

...

The first night after the wedding, ultimately different from the past.

When Chloe entered the bedroom prepared by the royal family for them again, he felt a little numb in the scalp.

The royal decoration was inherently opulent.

The bridal chamber was even more so.

At this time, the walls of their bedroom were adorned with exquisite oil paintings.

Silk drapes were drawn from one end to the other.

A large, gold-trimmed, carved bed occupied the main place.

The bed canopy was as smooth as a waterfall, gently cascading down, revealing the finely soft feather quilts laid out on the bed.

An incense burner in the corner burned unknown spices.

The fragrance permeated the entire room.

The big bed was covered with fresh rose petals.

A maid standing at the door said:

"Your Highness, the Majesty will be here soon, please proceed to the bath."

Chloe pinched his brow.

Forget it.

A bath is always needed before bed.

But just as he was dismissing the maid, the head maid placed a velvet nightgown on a chair and said:

"Your Highness, your clothes are here."

Chloe just felt his brow pulsing.

Good lord.

They only prepared a nightgown for me?

Are they afraid of being obstructive during intimate moments with the warm red candles?

By the time he returned to the bedroom, his mood had calmed quite a bit.

Only when he opened the bedroom door, he instinctively locked it as he entered.

Upon hearing the sound, Stuart turned her head.

Tonight, she appeared exceptionally gentle and graceful.

Her graceful figure was subtly delineated by the nightgown's sash.

Her cascading hair flowed down, and padding over, you could vaguely smell the faint mist.

A fresh fragrance came immediately upon them.

"You acted quickly," Stuart raised an eyebrow and said.

Chloe didn't speak, just turned and picked up the wine glass prepared by the maid, drained it in one gulp, and said:

"Tsk, it makes me a bit thirsty."

"As long as it's not insatiable thirst," Stuart's gaze discreetly moved away from the muscle lines revealed under the robe.

Feeling a little dry in the mouth, she picked up another glass of wine and drank it.

The two sat on the edge of the bed covered in rose petals, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit too ambiguous.

"Let's calm down a bit first."

"Okay."

Realizing that the scene was a bit dangerous, the two wanted to calm down a bit.

However, the moonlight was so ambiguous and the atmosphere tinged with pink, that unknowingly, their bodies began to heat up.

Moments later, Chloe lowered his voice and said:

"Wait, something's not right..."

Late to realize, Stuart looked up, her eyes brimming with moisture already rippling:

"Oh no, this wine..."

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