This was an exceptionally soft chair to sit in.
God knew how those Atlanteans had made it.
But as a throne built for a king, sitting on it felt as soft and comfortable as marshmallows.
"I think this chair is pretty nice. I'm planning to move it to the Justice League. Does anyone have any objections?"
As he spoke, Jino swept his oppressive gaze over the crowd below.
At that moment, he was like an incomparably proud monarch, radiating majesty. Everyone his gaze passed over found themselves unable to bear those terrifying eyes, lowering their heads or turning away rather than daring to meet his stare.
Objections?
Everyone felt it was absurd. Who would dare object?
Just like in War and Peace, victors were usually arrogant and rude, while losers who wished to survive had no choice but to endure such humiliation.
Amid the silence, Nuidis—the sage who looked like nothing more than a middle-aged man but was actually several centuries old—slowly stepped forward.
"Respected Mr. Jino, guardian of human civilization, I offer you greetings on behalf of all undersea people!"
"Your majesty is unmatched, and your renown resounds across the four seas."
Nuidis's pale cheeks were drawn tight.
"You speak well. Much better than that bunch of arrogant, foolish undersea people."
A teasing smile curved Jino's handsome features. He propped up his chin, his long right leg in dress pants crossed over his left.
The people around him heard Jino insult them, yet not a trace of anger dared appear on their faces.
"Now then, let's talk business."
Jino tapped the armrest. The crisp sound echoed through the grand hall like pleasant string music.
Everyone pricked up their ears, eagerly awaiting every word he said.
The youth parted his thin lips. "Batman will assess the negative effects and losses