I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Among the swans dressed in white gowns, a tall and beautiful figure stood out like a crane among chickens, attracting particular attention. This was Diana, the lead dancer chosen by David, who had become the King of the Amazons.

Diana looked awkward, dressed in embarrassing clothes, and tried her best to make unfamiliar elegant movements, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Since she returned to Paradise Island, she had heard this kind of astonishment and doubt countless times. Yet another member of her tribe approached her under the guise of practicing dance and asked her about it.

"it is true."

Diana could only reply, looking at the man on the throne who had completed the incredible challenge.

No one in the Amazons believed that a mortal could kill a god, especially her mother Hippolyta, who looked at David with suspicion and even suggested using the Lasso of Truth to verify whether her daughter was being controlled.

But the result surprised everyone; what Diana said was true.

"The Amazonian people, who have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, have chosen to break their promise and be wiped out of the world by me?"

Or shall you keep your promise and make me your king?

When David sat on the throne, his gaze deep and unfathomable, he looked down upon the crowd and gave the Amazons their final choice.

Chapter 97. Can't I just enjoy myself?

Under David's deep and majestic gaze, the Amazons chose to obey their promise and submit, acknowledging him as their new king and kneeling on one knee.

"The Amazons never lie, and they never break their promises!"

Hippolyta and the others put this into practice. Even though they were unwilling, they did not choose to break their promise. Shocked, they gritted their teeth and bowed their heads to the new king.

For thousands of years, the island of Paradise, inhabited only by women, now has a man, who is the king of the Amazons.

"I know that even if I have accomplished something greater than Hercules."

You are still not willing to submit to me.

David laughed from his throne.

"You who almost became slaves have always longed for freedom."

..."A thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Just as he was delivering his coronation speech, the Amazons' eyes lit up with hope, thinking that David was going to set a time limit for his reign, or leave them a glimmer of hope, such as if a strong Amazon could defeat him and they would leave Paradise Island.

David's next words revealed a wicked smile: "But it doesn't matter, I don't need your hearts anyway."

You just need to obey my commands.

The Amazons nearly fainted with anger, glaring at him and suspecting he was doing it on purpose.

"Now I issue my first decree as king—you shall begin practicing dance from today onward. You Amazons are all tall and well-proportioned with long legs; it would be a shame not to use them for dancing."

David, sitting on his throne, uttered these words with the utter incompetence of a foolish king.

"Dance?"

When the Amazonians heard about this, they found it so outrageous that they even doubted whether they were hallucinating and opposed it.

The Amazons are born warriors, each one stronger than the most ferocious beasts in the world. Even seven- or eight-year-old children can fight lions and tigers, and when they grow up, they can tear steel apart with their bare hands. They have always been known for their fierce and valiant nature, and even lying is ridiculed.

But now David is actually telling them to discard their bows and swords starting tomorrow and start practicing dancing instead.

"I protest! The powerful bodies bestowed upon us Amazons by the gods are not meant to be used like court dancers to please others!"

Diana was stunned when she saw the prince.

"Dance...?"

She hadn't expected David's first order to be like this, and neither had Hippolyta, General Antiope, or anyone else.

A man who had painstakingly defeated them and conquered Paradise Island by killing the gods issued the first decree that he should watch the Amazons dance.

"You Amazons don't seem to keep your promises as much as you say they do."

Looking down at the simmering public discontent, David could only sigh in a strange, unsettling tone.

"Who said that!"

That's the truth.

I neither enacted the right of the first night like the ancient Roman tyrant Caligula, nor did I, like Ares, command you to wage war and risk your lives to conquer the world for me.

My first royal decree was merely to order you to learn to dance, and you all disobeyed it.

"..."

With their character questioned, the Amazons were both angry and hesitant, feeling that the Amazons had gone too far in treating their new king.

One moment they declare themselves king, the next they disobey even the simplest command.

If David were to massacre them, or treat them worse than slaves, or do things to them that would incur the wrath of heaven and man, they would defy the king's orders and even overthrow David.

It's not a big deal if it gets out, and it's somewhat understandable.

But if it's just something as simple as dancing...

“Our king, you conquered the Amazons, created by the gods, just so that we could dance.”

Hippolyta couldn't understand, and said stiffly.

Her suspicions about the illogical events before her eyes led her to wonder if there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

"if not?"

Faced with skepticism, David countered with questions.

"I finally defeated the Amazons, fought a great battle with the God of War, killed him, and became king. Shouldn't I enjoy myself?"

"..."

It seems to make sense, but something still feels off.

It feels like you've conquered Rome with a million-strong army, only to have Rome send you raisins as tribute.

To practice dancing like court dancers to please the new king was something the Amazons, born warriors, strongly resisted, almost to the point of feeling ashamed.

But it hadn't reached the point where they felt they would rather die than give up.

They had no choice but to obey the king's orders to stay away from wild horses and arrows, and to put on white gauze dresses, stockings and dancing shoes that made them feel extremely awkward, and to practice dancing with difficulty.

Everything needed for learning and dancing was provided; David had already ordered it on his way back.

"not bad."

At this moment, after the music finished playing again, David nodded and clapped.

"In a few more years, it might be barely watchable."

Inside the palace, the Amazonian warriors moved awkwardly and distortedly. What was originally a gentle, elegant, slightly sorrowful, and tender ballet, Swan Lake, was transformed into a tense, swift, and deadly war dance.

The same applies to the square outside.

"It feels like the swans you portray could easily peck a lion to death one by one."

Hearing these words, everyone turned red with anger and shame, and harbored deep resentment towards David.

"Besides you, Diana is barely acceptable."

David pointed at Diana and gave her a frank comment.

Diana learned to dance very quickly, unlike the Amazons who seemed to be born with no affinity for dance. She was also very down-to-earth and seriously followed his royal orders to practice. Her dance moves already showed a hint of the elegant and proud swan.

"Zeus, to say the least, had an excellent bloodline, producing many beautiful and intelligent offspring." He sighed with admiration.

When praised in public and feeling the gazes of everyone, Diana's smile was bitter; she couldn't feel happy at all.

She now even hopes that David will quickly reveal some ambition and evil scheme that the Amazons cannot accept, so that she can escape her current life.

David knew perfectly well that making the Amazons dance, especially learn ballet, was worse than killing them.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

The Amazons are now filled with resentment; if looks could kill, this new king would have been nailed to the throne long ago.

However, this was a minor matter, far from the tyrant's debauchery, cruelty, and inhumanity. The Amazons had no reason to disobey, let alone rebel, and could only continue to obey.

For the next month, the Amazons' dancing skills remained virtually unchanged, still abysmal.

David wondered if the gods, led by Zeus, had truly maximized the Amazons' warrior talents while ignoring their other talents when creating this race.

However, compared to others, his template fusion progress has been rapid!

Chapter 98 also mentions the Atlantean race.

Diana, dressed in a white dress in the style of ancient Rome, sat quietly to the side, with an ancient golden harp on her lap. She looked like a nymph serving the gods in Olympus.

Slender fingers plucked the strings, and a melodious sound, like the tinkling of a river, drifted through the hall.

Inside the palace, on the throne, David closed his eyes contentedly, his fingers tapping out rhythmic beats.

You seem very happy today?

Looking at David, her piano playing continued, and her voice hesitantly broke through the silence.