Chapter 236: The Throne Isn't So Easy to Sit On

This throne isn't as comfortable as I imagined.

Is that so?

Of course.

Then get up and let me sit.

That's impossible, I...... Ares! You bastard, didn't you say you wouldn't follow me?!

Luoqi jumped up from the throne, turned around and looked at Yu Lin, who had appeared behind the throne at some point, eyes wide as he stared at him.

You don't keep your word!

Yu Lin spread his hands: "Really?"

I never promised I wouldn't follow you.

You also deceived me, Loki.

Forget it, I never believed you wouldn't follow me anyway. Loki didn't continue the topic, but sat down again and said softly:

Ares, be my subordinate.

Starting today, Asgard—no, in these Nine Realms, I'm first, you're second.

Let's join forces and rule the Nine Realms!

Yu Lin walked up to him, his tone light: "So have you prepared to bear the responsibility of being God King?"

You'd better first feel the information coming from the Nine Realms.

Hearing that, Loki grinned: "What's the big deal?"

Odin can do it, so I, Loki, can too.

He immediately activated the throne, without hesitation pouring divine power into it, activating its vast authority linked to the World Tree that monitors the Nine Realms.

In an instant, the boundless torrent of information surged like a broken dam of the cosmic galaxy, forcibly flooding Loki's mind!

Countless images, sounds, prayers, pain, moments of birth and demise, like billions of icy steel needles, pierced his consciousness barrier!

Everything of all beings in the Nine Realms, from the petty squabbles of Midgard mortals to the thunderous crack of glaciers in Jotunheim, from the whispers of Vanaheim elves to the icy silence of Hel, the realm of the dead, exploded simultaneously in his soul!

Loki's confidence on his face shattered like fragile glass in an instant.

His handsome visage twisted, veins bulging on his forehead, teeth clenched tight, emitting a grating "ge-ge" sound.

He tried to command the flood, but was like a tiny boat tossed into a violent tsunami, only able to endure the impact that nearly tore his soul apart!

He growled, his voice hoarse from extreme pain: "I...... need wisdom! Ares, lend me your glove! I'm begging you!"

That "plea" uttered from the mouth of the proud God of Schemes carried a desperate tremor.

Yu Lin didn't refuse either; he lightly waved his hand.

The glove appeared in Loki's hand.

The next moment, the glove was activated, and infinite wisdom was shared.

It was not destructive power, but rather infinite wisdom as deep as the universe and as ancient as time, transforming into a warm, mighty light stream that gently flowed into Loki's near‑collapsing consciousness.

This wisdom did not replace, but supported, guided, and granted him the ability to comprehend and process that vast information.

Loki's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a long, turbid breath with a tremor.

The ferocious pain on his face receded like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented tranquility, a serene clarity after perceiving the essence of all things; deep in his pupils seemed to be the birth and death of stars, the turning of rules.

He slowly raised his head, looking at Yu Lin, his eyes complex:

"Ares, thanks."

Yu Lin, however, slowly shook his head with a faint smile: "No need to thank me yet."

"You might as well keep watching."

Loki blinked slightly, and in an instant understood Yu Lin's meaning.

Because the perception supported by infinite wisdom had already extended uncontrollably into deeper, broader dimensions—the river of time surged relentlessly before his "eyes".

Infinite wisdom began, based on all current variables of the Nine Realms, to frenziedly deduce and calculate countless possible futures.

Every passing second, billions of futures sprang up like bubbles, expanded, then in the next second silently shattered and vanished due to some tiny variable shift.

Visions of beauty, peace, and prosperity just began to form, only to be immediately overwritten by war, destruction, or silence sprouting from another branch.

Loki tried to reach out, using his newly gained power to touch and lock in those ideal futures he envisioned—such as an Asgard ruled by him, filled with laughter, where everyone loved and worshipped him!

But he despondently discovered that wisdom itself coldly told him: every intervention, every choice, even if made from the most "beautiful" intent, would instantly spawn a brand‑new, possibly even less controllable chain of events!

As he tried to hold onto a beautiful bubble, the moment his fingertip touched it, it could instead spawn ten darker vortices!

He became a prisoner with supreme vision, able only to watch countless possibilities slip through his fingers like star‑sand, watching hope arise and perish, over and over.

That newly gained, all‑seeing tranquility gradually gave way to a deeper helplessness born of the limits of cognition.

Wisdom brought no thrill of control; instead it revealed the complexity of fate's web and the futility of interference.

What the throne conveyed was no longer the sweetness of power, but a suffocating weight of responsibility and karma intertwined!

In his pupils were reflected the rise and fall of countless worlds, as well as the flickering of that endless future phantom.

His peaceful visage was again overtaken by pain, and he growled:

"Ares, is this why you wouldn't let me drink from the Fountain of Wisdom?!"

"That bastard Odin, does he go through this every day?!"

Yu Lin didn't answer him; he simply took back the glove and pulled him up from the throne.

Only then did he speak: "Now you know why I don't drink the spring water, right?"

"Before attaining omnipotence, omniscience is merely a cage for you and me."

"What do you want to do now?"

"Hah." Loki took a few deep breaths, steadied his emotions, then lifted his head with a resolute expression and said:

"Get stronger—I want to be able to sit on this throne for a long time, just like Odin!"

Eh, really not forgetting the original intention.

Yu Lin didn't try to talk him into changing his goal; after all, everyone has their own aspirations, he just nodded and said:

Well, I think highly of you, keep working hard.

Sure, you should handle what comes next.

Loki was about to say more when—

Bang!

The doors of the Golden Palace were opened.

Thor, holding his hammer, charged in first, pointing at Loki:

Loki, we've seen through your tricks!

This time you've brought such harm to Asgard; we will definitely not let you off lightly!

Loki, however, shrugged and said indifferently:

Even if it's seen through, so what? I've already done what I needed to do.

Just tell me what punishment you're giving me this time.

Like before, breaking my bones?

"You........" Just as Thor was about to say something, a big hand pulled him away.

Aoding walked out from behind, holding another Loki in his hand, his face showing no anger; instead, Loki saw a hint of expectation in his gaze?

What is this guy expecting?

Loki was puzzled until he said:

Loki, my brother, although you did this today, I will abide by the Blood Oath and will not harm you.

How does it feel on the throne? If you want, I can let you sit a few more days.

No need to make such a fuss like today.