His Majesty He-El

Washington, D.C.'s most famous buildings had been leveled, and a vast area had been designated for He-El Palace.

That day.

The blazing sun hung high beneath a vast blue sky.

Nine airships circled conspicuously through the sky, screens arranged along their hulls displaying favorable conditions around the world and the smiling faces of the people.

All kinds of colorful hot-air balloons floated alongside them, turning the sky into a lively spectacle.

On the ground, crowds from all over the world surged in without end to witness the coronation ceremony. Many had painted the He-El Empire's flag on their faces: a black background with rays of sunlight symbolizing hope shining from the upper left corner.

The streets were packed with every kind of food, and authentic cuisine from every corner of the world could be found everywhere.

All of Washington, D.C. was swept up in deafening cheers. Excited people wildly waved the newly born He-El Empire's flags, proclaiming themselves citizens of the He-El Empire.

The fervent atmosphere spread throughout Washington, D.C.

The people danced amid the festivities and loudly sang all kinds of celebratory songs.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Massive ceremonial cannons began firing into the sky, exploding into enormous fireworks against the blue heavens.

The coronation ceremony officially began, and people turned their eyes toward the immense, majestic palace that had yet to be fully completed.

The great hall was broad, grand, and imposing. Its towering pillars were richly carved and painted, depicting distinctive features from every part of Earth and containing all the planet's beautiful scenery within them.

Looking up, one could see the stars of the universe projected across the dome, as though standing before the starry sky itself.

It was magnificent. Its unique spatial structure meant that even with all 13,861 city mayors from across Earth walking within it, the space still seemed boundless, as though they were truly walking through lonely outer space.

Humans were truly too insignificant.

That was the first thought shared by the 13,861 mayors upon arriving here.

The unprecedented grandeur and spatial structure made them feel small. Compared to the universe, they did not even count as dust.

He-El sat upon a luxurious throne inlaid with Earth's most precious jewels and jade. His body leaned to one side, his right elbow resting on the armrest, his right fingers supporting his cheek. His gaze was indifferent as he watched this celebration centered around himself with utter boredom.

People across every corner of Earth began watching the grand event, seeing He-El seated upon the imperial throne, looking down upon all living beings with casual indifference in his eyes.

The imposing image of a divine emperor took shape in the minds of the masses.

A true emperor should look down upon all living beings like this, regard them as ants, stand lofty above all others, noble beyond words. To be fortunate enough to gaze upon that perfect face and hear that sacred voice was already the greatest, most regretless happiness of one's life.

The people erupted in ecstatic cries, fervently and madly supporting and worshipping him, infecting the world like a virus or plague.

The entire world stirred with excitement.

Beside He-El, Jupiter was like an emperor's chief eunuch, beginning to preside over the coronation ceremony.

Originally, Jupiter had wanted to arrange for He-El to parade through the streets, meet the public, display imperial majesty before the people, and take part in a series of other activities, but Dawn had rejected it outright.

What a joke. He-El did not actually need these commoners to support him. He was only here because he had never been crowned emperor before and found it rather interesting, so he sat here and let them watch him be crowned.

"May Your Majesty be well."

All the mayors who had come to pay tribute placed their right hands over their chests, knelt on the ground, and bowed before He-El.

He-El did not care whether they knelt or not.

Every ceremony here, the mayors' etiquette, and the national flag had all been created and arranged by Jupiter. She had fiercely insisted on displaying He-El's majesty and designed the kneeling ritual.

During this coronation ceremony.

The most excited ones were not the people who had received three days of holiday for the coronation.

Nor were they the mayors who had come to pay tribute to He-El and had been informed that they would receive superpower gene drugs ahead of schedule.

It was Jupiter, who presided over everything and had barely exchanged a few words with He-El.

The excitement in her chest, the violent surge of thoughts in her mind, the lofty ambition pouring forth—watching the mayors who controlled the great cities kneel before He-El, indirectly enjoying the supreme honor of being revered through his reverence, she felt as though she shared both his glory and disgrace. A divine sense of nobility enveloped her.

Seated on the imperial throne, He-El found Jupiter's transformation rather interesting.

Everything she did was intended to display He-El's majesty and supreme honor to the fullest.

More than anyone else, she desired for He-El to remain seated upon the imperial throne forever.

More than anyone else, she desired to preserve all of this.

More than anyone else, she madly wanted to support and exalt He-El.

"Rise."

A smile curved across He-El's lips.

Power truly changed people easily.

This coronation celebration, this bestowal of nobility and honor, had not crowned the imperial seat that he could obtain with a casual gesture.

It had crowned Jupiter, who had once wanted to kill him for humanity.

Her heart had already been crowned as the most steadfast Guardians under He-El's command.

She would never be able to act against him.

She would always find an excuse.

The changes in all this nearly made He-El burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha..."

He-El sat upon the imperial throne and laughed loudly amid the mayors' cries of "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He laughed loudly without the slightest restraint.

Nothing could stop him from indulging openly in revelry.

The entire Earth raised their cups as well. "Cheers! To His Majesty's great achievements!" Liquor splashed from clinking glasses, and the people drank deeply, laughing loudly on Earth with the monarch who ruled them.

The entire Earth seemed to burn even more fervently.

Laughing along with the world, He-El could already sense the madness Jupiter would have to endure four and a half years later, when he left this world with Ciri.

Jupiter was undoubtedly fortunate to become He-El's chief eunuch.

This Earth was undoubtedly fortunate as well.

After obtaining power capable of destroying the world, He-El had restrained himself and had not forced this world to research superpowers through pressure.

So far, the collected superpower data could not be considered particularly abundant. There had only been some applications, but they had broadened He-El's thinking and given him much to consider.

He could actually have gone further. He could have used Earth's destruction as the price, squeezing humanity for its last drop of blood and forcing them to erupt with the ideas of human civilization in order to survive.

That would certainly have created an incomparably magnificent and dazzling human superpower civilization.

But he had not.

That was why this Earth was fortunate.

As long as He-El still remembered the mediocrity of his previous life, the invisible social despair that had left him unable to breathe, and the powerless struggle of Krypton's civilians as they died alongside their exploding planet, he still retained compassion from his previous life and from Krypton.

He-El bestowed that compassion and kindness upon this Earth.

He-El had no way of knowing whether, after hundreds of thousands of years in the future, he would still kill eight million lives in a single night because he could not tolerate evil.

Or whether, by then, one casual strike from him would destroy a living planet regardless of whether its inhabitants were good or evil.

This planet was undoubtedly incredibly fortunate. Because of He-El's arrival, it had entered a new level.

And because of He-El's departure, it would return once again to human hands.

Jupiter knew nothing of this and screamed her cheers with all her heart.

"Everyone, let us celebrate Earth's master ascending to the supreme throne! Raise your fists and passionately shout the name of the one who brings humanity peace, happiness, fairness, justice, and unprecedented achievements—His Majesty He-El!"

In a few more chapters, this world will be finished, and we will return to the DC World.