Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 363 The Coronation of the God Emperor (Part 2)

Before this moment arrived, not only the gods below, but even Towns's offspring were imagining how their father would be crowned, and even secretly opened betting odds for it.

When they saw that Downs didn't even mention the connection between heaven and the gods, and simply went over and put the elemental crown on his own head, the younger siblings silently cast speechless, defeated glances at their eldest brother Thor.

Thor raised his eyebrows smugly.

As expected, His Highness the Crown Prince understands his father best!
That's right, no being in the world is qualified to crown His Majesty Downs, not even the World Will of King Lunga.

Everyone knows that while the World Will sounds impressive most of the time, in practice, when it comes to communication and coordination, it turns out to be just that—nothing special. Without the assistance of deities, the World Will is nothing more than an extremely sluggish and slow-moving piece of trash.

Unless an external enemy manages to turn a war that should have ended quickly into a long and devastating war that lasts for years, the influence of the world's will is almost negligible.

It could be said that it was not Towns who became great because of Kinlunga, but rather Kinlunga who became great because of Towns.

Several times, when the world's will was overwhelmed or unable to dispel the stubborn resistance of the other world, it was Downs who stepped in, abandoning or destroying a core of the other world, which allowed the world's digestion process to continue.

This coronation ceremony, with its distinctive character, was truly unique.

When the mortals of the 27 newly reorganized small worlds saw Towns don the elemental crown through a mental projection, the entire world erupted in jubilation.

Different races, same language
"Praise be to His Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

"Long live His Majesty Paulson!"

"Praise be to the world of Kinlunga—"

The deafening roar transformed into an immense surge of faith, overflowing the twenty-seven realms of the heavens and even shaking the world's barriers, causing the chaotic energy outside to tremble.

Here, Towns sat imposingly on the newly built giant golden throne, receiving gifts from the prince and the six god-kings.

First, Thor symbolically offered Mjolnir, the hammer of Thor, which passed through the hands of Downs before being returned to Thor. Next came the gods. This signified that whether princes or various kings, they were all willing to offer their lives and strength to His Majesty the God-Emperor.

Next, 27 divine swords flew slowly in turn across the steps in front of the Emperor's throne, symbolizing the Emperor's absolute rule over all the small worlds of Jinlunga.

Finally, the grand finale was none other than the will of the world itself, Jinlunga.

Suddenly, a huge vortex with a diameter of over one hundred kilometers appeared in the sky. Golden energy gathered in the sky, and the invisible energy condensed into the shape of a funnel, eventually transforming into an increasingly dazzling golden line.

It spans the heavens and the earth.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, it transformed into a golden branch with an unparalleled sense of holiness and slowly descended into Towns' hands.

It was only at this moment that onlookers noticed that the end of the branch was actually shaped like a key.

The Key to the World!
Beneath the divine throne, the god of poetry, Bragi, was overjoyed: "This...this is the Key to the World given to Your Majesty by the will of the world, signifying the Key! Signifying the Gateway! And even more so, signifying that Your Majesty is the true ruler of the world—"

Whether the world's will is truly as Bragile claims is irrelevant. What matters is that everyone knows there would be no Jinlenga as we know it today without Downs. And the Jinlenga world grants this God-Emperor unconditional trust and control.

Many gods and mortals bowed together and shouted "Long live the Emperor!" three times!
Towns held the key, or rather the golden scepter, and at that moment he was also filled with emotion.

He could clearly feel that, because the world's will trusted him to an unparalleled degree, all the power in the entire world of Jinlunga was in his hands—not only the control of the elements, but also the direct power to appoint and dismiss all the divine officials.

If he so desires, he can transform any mortal at any time, completely deifying them and granting them elemental control no less than that of a god-king.

If he so desired, any enemy entering this great world would have all their power stripped away by the world's might, their skin peeled and bones torn apart at will. The power of the twenty-seven realms was as easy as wielding an arm.

Downs suddenly realized that it was no wonder that before he transmigrated, every god in the novel wanted to become the God Emperor.

In fact, the title of God-Emperor is not something that any small pantheon can simply claim.

Without unifying ten or more pantheons, and without such a large total world size, any self-proclaimed God-Emperor is merely gilding their own lily; in reality, it's not what it seems.

Only when one reaches this position does one truly feel the terrifying power of the God-Emperor. If he so desires, an entire world can provide him with power, and he has two modes: peaceful allocation and depletion of resources. This means that if he becomes ruthless, he can even launch an attack on the enemy at the cost of sacrificing half of his small world. Even so, the will of the Jinlunga world would not utter a sound.

This is the extent of Jinlunjia's almost unconditional trust in him!

To take it even further, Towns could even reverse his will and merge it into the world of Kinlunga, reaching a state of 'I am the world, and the world is me'.

This has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that he can freely mobilize all the resources in the entire world.

The downside is that every time he conquers a world, he will have to assimilate the will of the other world. Over time, he may become scattered, dissociated, and diluted in his consciousness, and feel a bit like 'I am not myself'.

In any case, in this universe, there is perhaps only one person who is very likely to appear who can rival Downs.

Am I right, Zeus?

……

One after another, the gods stepped forward to offer their congratulations, presenting gifts and expressing their loyalty to Downs with eloquent and ornate language. Downs smiled and accepted the gods' congratulations, returning each greeting in turn.

But Towns' mind was no longer here; it had flown far away, to the other side of the chaotic universe...

What Towns never expected was that it was happening tens of thousands of kilometers away in front of the world of Kinlunga.

In the world of Sri Lanka, Odin felt a pang of fear.

He was in a meeting with his ministers when he suddenly stopped talking.

Death, Apche, asked with concern, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Odin was embarrassed; he didn't know how to explain it to his subordinates. At this moment, one phrase echoed in his mind: "King of Jotunheim!"
Yes, that's the title Towns gave him back then.

The era was so long ago that Odin had almost forgotten the name.

Suddenly, Odin felt a pang of anxiety. As a powerful deity with the divine authority of prophecy, he suddenly realized that his beloved elder brother had finally ascended to the position of God-Emperor.

Only in this way can we explain why he suddenly received a sensation.

It turns out his good older brother still thinks of him as a god-king appointed by Jinlunjia!

Odin's facial expression was quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)