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Although she said this, she exuded an invisible queen-like aura that even the gods dared not disobey.

After the initial shock, Poseidon quickly composed himself: "Congratulations, you have defeated our common enemy. The gods will never forget this."

Diana glanced at him expressionlessly.

Strangely enough, Poseidon, the god of the sea and who always considered himself equal to Zeus, actually felt pressure from such a gaze.

“No need for formalities, let’s speak frankly,” Diana said calmly. “I know why you chose me, and I don’t care about the reason.”

In fact, until yesterday I didn't want this position. I have no interest in your pursuit of divine authority, your so-called eternity.

But with the help of some friends, I realized that some things are innate. Sometimes I do things simply because I can do them, not because I want to.

More importantly, what defines me is never a chair, an empty title, or anything else. I am who I am, Diana Prince of Paradise Island, I am Wonder Woman.”

As she spoke, she floated off the ground and, under the watchful eyes of all the gods, soared to the highest point surrounded by them.

That seat that has been empty for so long.

She landed gently and sat down.

At that moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky. The lightning struck the chair, and Diana, bathed in divine light, had her eyes sparkling with electricity.

"Now, I am also the god of gods."

"So, Diana has become a goddess now?"

Kara popped a potato chip into her mouth and asked casually.

"That seems to be the case."

As Shen You responded, his hands continued to write and scribble on the virtual screen.

"That must be very busy, right?" Kara said unhappily. "Does that mean she might not have much time to visit people anymore?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

Shen You smiled.

"Her predecessor was Zeus, but Zeus didn't stay on the mountain all day doing his work, did he?"

If one had to say, Zeus was actually always busy with countless affairs of state, traveling the world. His daily routine consisted either of finding amusement or being on his way to find amusement.

The joy of the God-King is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

“That makes sense. By the way, they say Batman is back, have you heard?” Kara casually flipped through the Gotham news.

"I've heard about it," Shen You said casually.

Not only had I heard about it, but that Batman was also my...

Then Kara said, "It's strange. Witnesses say Batman can fly, bend steel with his bare hands, and even sucks people's blood and takes hostages. Quite a few people have been captured recently."

"Calm down, that's normal. Wait, what did you say?"

Shen You suddenly turned around.

He could understand the first part; after all, Gotham's "Batman" could fly, teleport, and break steel pipes with his bare hands. But what the heck was that next part?

"This is a sketch based on eyewitness accounts from the Gotham Police Department."

Kara flipped the screen over and showed it to Shen You.

Shen You accepted it.

The sketch does resemble a bat, but it's definitely not Batman's design. The red eyes, demonic fangs, wide wings, and the unsettlingly distorted shape—a blend of mechanical and biological elements—are striking.

This looks a bit like...

Parademons of Apokolips?

Chapter 243 Apollo's Loyalty

The next day, when Diana climbed the stairs to HISHE Cafe again, she had officially assumed the title of King of the Olympians.

Her friends at the café congratulated and celebrated her final decision—though it was too early to say whether it would be a blessing or a curse. Greater power and strength naturally came with greater responsibility. But regardless, it was a promotion, and everyone unanimously decided to throw her a celebration party at the café.

Even the old wizard Shazam was amazed. Zeus had been the king of the Olympian gods since his time, and they had even interacted a few times. Nine thousand years had passed, and this was the first time he had ever heard of a change of kings, especially since the new king was someone he knew.

The old wizard was in high spirits and spent the night in the kitchen preparing for it. He said that as the café's only designated head chef (in reality, there was only one person), he was going to surprise everyone at the party the next day.

Nobody's really looking forward to any surprises; they're just hoping for no shocks. Anyway, if the old wizard is determined to reveal all those strange formulas he's developed, it's definitely not going to be good.

“Apollo? That’s the strange man with the purple face?” Kara recalled her one and only encounter with the sun god.

"He's a really nice guy. That sunbathing session last time was so warm and comfortable. Can we ask him to come again sometime?" Kara's eyes lit up.

Looking back now, it was even more comfortable than a massage, which is why Kara remembers it so clearly.

“I remember too,” Clark chimed in. “I met him in the Fallen Realm. He was a nice guy, just a bit odd. He'd get inexplicably sullen.”

Diana smiled and said, "I think it should be fine."

Now that she's the supreme god, Apollo probably wouldn't dare disobey her. But he's still the sun god, after all; summoning him from so far away just because two Kryptonians want him to take a shower and scrub his back—I wonder if he'll have a mental breakdown.

"So, what are you busy with?"

Diana looked at Carla. The latter had been holding a projection screen and tapping and swiping on it ever since she came in.

"Science again?"

"Oh, I'm designing a pot."

Diana: "?"

"Grandpa Wizard said his pot was wearing out too quickly, and even Earth pots weren't good enough. He told me to use Kryptonian technology or Brainiac technology to make him a high-tech pot that wouldn't break."

"You used Brainiac's technology to make him a pot?" Diana asked with a strange expression.

"Yes, I discovered that Brainiac designed a self-healing robot with a built-in repair module that can repair itself even nanoscale damage."

I tried to transplant this technology to the construction of Kryptonian crystal technology to design a pot that could regenerate infinitely.”

Diana: "."

She didn't understand, but she thought it was amazing.

I wonder if Brainiac will be furious to hear that his cutting-edge technology is being used to make pots.

Wow, your coffee is really good.

Clark, sitting with his legs crossed, was lounging on a sofa by the window in the café. He sipped his coffee, leaned back, and basked in the rare Gotham sunshine, looking completely content.

"This spot is good too, I like it, but I always feel like something's missing."

He glanced at the empty sofa across the table and had a feeling that it was destined that someone else would sit in that spot.

If only I had a truly exceptional friend, someone I could share life and death with, who could often sit in that spot with me, basking in the sun, drinking coffee, and chatting away.

"Did Apollo really do that?" Kara was still chatting with Diana.

"What?"

"It's what you just mentioned about loyalty or something."

“Oh, yes.” Diana nodded.

Even she hadn't expected it. After she ascended to the throne of the gods yesterday, while the other gods were still somewhat undecided, it was Apollo, who had repeatedly caused her trouble, who was the first to express his opinion.

At that moment, Apollo strode forward from among the silent gods, breaking the silence.

"In that case, there's only one answer!"

With a flick of his wrist, the flames of the sun transformed into a long strip in his hand, eventually becoming the shape of a spear.

He then slammed his knee into the spear, and with a snap, the spear broke in two.

It was as if he was expressing his determination.

He then knelt on one knee before the throne and proclaimed, "I will pledge my allegiance to you!"

"."

Kara raised an eyebrow: "Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

"I don't know. But Apollo seems to have taken some drastic measures these days." Diana tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Maybe he's been through something traumatic?"

Kara nodded: "Maybe."

Clark sighed, "That's pitiful. He's a pretty good person, though I don't know why he's so down. I hope he can get out of this soon."

Apollo: You guys have absolutely no idea what kind of nonsense I've been provoked by, do you?

"Isn't Mr. Shen here yet?" Diana looked around curiously.

“Oh, he went out, but said he’d be back before the party.” Kara thought for a moment. “He seemed to have mentioned something… Parademons?”

The Kryptonians, Amazonians, and Martians stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Parademons?"

Nobody has ever heard of this name.

"Yes. He said he was going to check some things first, and that we wouldn't be involved for the time being. But he told us all to stay in touch at all times these days, not to go to places like the divine realm or the universe that are hard to contact, and to be mentally prepared for war at any time."

"War?"

Clark leaned closer.

"What war? And with whom?"

“He said he’d tell you all the details when he comes back for dinner, so I don’t really know,” Kara shook her head. “But he seems to have been busy with something like Ultraman or Batman these days.”

The group of heroes looked at each other in bewilderment.

"what?"

"Therefore, witnesses generally agree that the killer was about 1.8 to 2 meters tall, could fly, and looked like a large bat, scaling walls and rooftops in Gotham at night."

On the roof of Gotham City Police Department, Detective Harvey Bullock flipped through statements and documents, then looked up at the towering bat that stood over six feet tall in front of him.

"So, are you sure you don't know anything?"

Shen You kept a tense face, trying to make himself look as expressionless as the real Batman.

“Alright, if it really were him, he wouldn’t be here, Harvey.” Gordon stepped forward.