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Chapter 406: A blend of laughter, tears, and growth; a top-tier film/TV adaptation.

"Let me introduce you. This is the king of the Trench tribe, the Trench King."

Hearing Du Mu's words, everyone in the hall turned their attention to him, sizing up the Trench Clan member in front of them.

This Trench creature was tall and slender, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance. Its eyes shone with wisdom, and its overall demeanor was low-key and reserved. It was the kind of creature that would be completely indistinguishable from its own kind.

"This...this is just an ordinary Trench creature!?"

Om's lips twitched slightly.

The so-called Trench King in front of them had nothing special about him from head to toe; he was just like any other Trench tribe member.

"Who said that?"

Du Mu snapped his fingers crisply.

A shadow soldier standing beside the Trench King immediately stepped forward, pulled out a golden crown from behind his back, and crookedly placed it on the king's head. He then pulled out a trident and stuffed it into the king's withered claw.

However, a closer look reveals that the crown and trident are quite crudely made, clearly indicating that they were hastily produced.

Du Mu nodded in satisfaction: "Doesn't it look much better now?"

Everyone:

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What a load of rubbish!

Does wearing a crown and carrying a trident make someone a king?!

Om gritted his teeth and said, "This is just a beast, not some Trench king!"

"roar!!"

The Trench King suddenly let out a roar.

The next second, a commotion came from outside the conference hall door, and dozens of Trench creatures filed in.

The already crowded conference hall was now packed like sardines in a can, with almost no room to stand.

Ruiku:

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This is no longer a public bathhouse, but a public toilet.

Du Mu scolded, "King Om, you've angered King Trench, hurry up and apologize."

Om was somewhat shocked.

As is well known, the Trench people are beasts that have degenerated from the Atlanteans. They cannot communicate, have no rationality, and only have the most primitive predatory instincts.

For countless years, no one has been able to tame them, let alone make them obey commands.

But right now, this group of Trench creatures is actually sitting obediently in the hall, showing no signs of aggression, which is completely different from their usual crazy image.

Could it be that there really is such a thing as the Trench King?

They had no idea that these Trench people were actually being secretly controlled by Arthur.

He was born with the ability to communicate with and control marine life, and after obtaining the Holy Trident, this ability was greatly amplified. Now he can even bring the Trench Clan, an extremely special species, under his control.

Orm still refused to believe it, staring intently at the Trench King: "You're the king of the Trench?"

Trench King: "Roar!"

Om: "?"

Du Mu coughed lightly and explained without changing his expression, "The language system of the Trench Tribe is a little different from ours, but I know a little about the Trench Tribe's language. Let me translate for everyone. What the Trench King just said is correct, I am the King of the Trench Tribe."

Om, still somewhat skeptical, pressed further, "How can you prove it?"

Trench King: "Roar!"

Du Mu immediately translated, "The Trench King said that the entire armed forces of the Fisherman's Kingdom are now under the complete control of the Trench warriors. It's very simple to prove; as long as he gives the order, all the Trench warriors will immediately take action, and the entire Fisherman's Kingdom will cease to exist."

King Riku's vision went black, his body swayed, and he almost rolled over and fainted.

He finally understood why people could freely enter and exit the conference hall; it turned out that the outer defensive towers had all been stolen long ago, leaving only their last bare crystal tower.

Supported by his wife and daughter, Riku said in a trembling voice, "Calm down, Trench King. I fully believe that you are the king of the Trench."

Du Mu turned his gaze to Nereus, who was still feigning death: "King Nereus, and what about you?"

"I believe it too."

Nereus, somewhat helpless, had no choice but to echo this sentiment.

Whether this Trench Tribe member is a true king or not is no longer important. Just the fact that they can control the Trench Tribe is enough to convince them that they are.

Om understood this as well, his face darkening to the extreme as he sensed the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable to him.

Seeing that no one raised any further objections, Du Mu clapped his hands cheerfully: "Since everyone agrees, as the king of the Trench tribe, the Trench King also has the right to vote. Trench King, what is your decision?"

Trench King: "Roar!"

Du Mu listened intently for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I see. You also voted in favor?"

Om finally lost his temper: "Nonsense! It cries the same way every time, not even changing its tone! I seriously suspect there's something fishy going on!"

The other two kings remained silent, and neither of them spoke.

Nonsense, who can't see that there's something fishy going on here?

But now the meeting room is full of their people, both inside and outside, so nothing we say will make a difference.

Du Mu chuckled: "King Orm, it's two votes in favor and one vote against now. According to the laws of Atlantis, more than half of the votes in favor are required for passage. From now on, Arthur is the new king of Atlantis. You have no choice but to accept it."

"I refuse to accept this!"

Seeing that all was lost, Orm abandoned the decorum expected of a king, pointing at Arthur and roaring, "What right does this half-breed have to become the new king of Atlantis?"

Arthur was getting a little angry because Orm kept calling him a bastard to his face.

He approached Orm, glaring at him arrogantly: "Orm, I didn't care that you called me a bastard before, but now you should call me king."

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Upon hearing this, Om's defenses crumbled instantly.

He abruptly raised his trident and roared at Arthur, "Since that's the case, let's follow the rules of the martial world: a one-on-one duel! Whoever wins will be the King of Atlantis!"

Although Om didn't say it exactly like that, the meaning was similar.

He received the most rigorous combat training from childhood, and with his pure Atlantean blood, he was confident that he would never lose to an Arthur who just loafed around on land.

"Good, that's tough."

Du Mu nodded and casually tossed a ball of hellfire and several enhancement spells in Arthur's direction.

"Arthur, you've been enhanced. Go and send your brother away."

With the blessing of hellfire and magic, Arthur's abilities surged instantly, and the sacred trident in his hand burst into flames, looking just like the weapon of a hellish demon.

He couldn't help but swing the Holy Trident, and a powerful shockwave blasted out, blasting a large hole in the wall of the conference hall.

Om: "

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I'm reporting this! Someone's cheating!

Arthur didn't make a move, but tried to persuade him: "Om, believe me, you can't handle the position of king, so leave it to me."

He admitted that Orm was indeed more suited to be king than he was.

The problem is, the Seven would not agree to an extreme warmonger taking that position.

Once Om takes over, he won't be coming alone; Du Mu and Clark will both come in person.

Who knows, Bruce might even don the Superman Anti-Man armor and take a stroll underwater, perhaps even giving Orm a beating for his mental illness with his fists.

What? You're saying Om doesn't have a mental illness?

Then let's diagnose mental illness first and then treat it.

Om, oblivious to Arthur's good intentions, his eyes bloodshot, resentfully said, "Then will my entire Atlantean army also fall into your hands?"

"Yes."

Arthur did not evade the question and nodded directly.

If Om doesn't hand over his military power, Bruce, that extremely paranoid man, will probably develop a deep-sea surveillance device to monitor Om's every move 24/7. Even if Om secretly urinates in the seawater, it won't be able to hide it from Bruce.

"And what about my trusted ministers?"

"To be honest, that was my mentor. His position will remain unchanged; he will continue to be a royal advisor to Atlantis."

"And what about my fiancée?"

"Of course it's me... cough cough, I respect Mera's own choice. We on land value freedom of marriage."

Arthur put on a serious expression.

It wasn't that he wanted to steal Om's things; it was just that his sister-in-law was too tempting.

Mera stood to the side, rolling her eyes.

If she had a choice, she would choose not to marry anyone.

One is a warmonger, the other an idiot; it feels like marrying either of them would affect the genes of the next generation.

"Everything is yours, so what about me? What do I have left!"

Om roared, his eyes red.

He thought Arthur was shameless, trying to steal everything.

Just then, a gentle voice came from the side.

"You still have me, child."

Atlana stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Orm tightly.

Her eyes were already red, and she hugged her youngest son tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "You and Arthur are both my children, and I love you both, but you have been misled by what your father instilled in you. He told you that the ocean and the land are two completely different worlds that cannot coexist."

"But he was wrong. The ocean and the land are one, and they have never been separate."

Atlana released Orm, gently cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with heartache.

Orm wasn't inherently bad; he was simply instilled with extreme ideas by his biological father from a young age, which led him down the wrong path.

"Mother..

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Looking at his mother's expression, Om couldn't bring himself to be cruel, and the tip of his trident drooped slightly.

Sitting on the throne, Du Mu watched this scene and exclaimed, "This dumpling-making scene is truly touching."

He tried to squeeze out tears, but couldn't, so he gave up.

After Atlana's persuasion, Orm finally gave up resisting and dropped the trident that belonged to the king.

"You win, Arthur."

For his mother's sake, Om chose to compromise.

Du Mu stood up, looked around, and announced, "Then, from this moment on, Arthur Curry is the King of Atlantis."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, the ceiling of the entire conference hall was suddenly ripped off.

A gigantic monster's head loomed down from above, almost obscuring the entire waters above the Fisherman's Kingdom.

That face looked down at everyone in the hall, surrounded by densely packed Trench Tribe members, layer upon layer.

The soldiers of the Fisherman's Kingdom all dropped their weapons and huddled in a corner.

Karasen: Aren't you moved?

Soldiers: We dare not move! We dare not move!

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Not only the soldiers, but even the three kings present dared not make a move.

As kings, they naturally recognized the monster's origins.

Karasen, a deep-sea behemoth on par with the sacred trident!

If you had told us earlier that you still had Karasun, then what would we have said? We would have given you the throne of Atlantis.

"As King of the Fishermen's Kingdom, I, Riku, on behalf of the Fishermen's Kingdom and all its people, agree that Arthur Curry shall become King of Atlantis, and the Fishermen's Kingdom is willing to submit to Atlantis and obey the new king's commands."

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Riku was the first to express his opinion on the spot, without the slightest hesitation, leaving everyone else dumbfounded.

No one expected that Riku, which had always touted its absolute neutrality, would switch sides so quickly and be the first to jump out and take sides.

Riku felt the gazes directed at him and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

There was nothing he could do; his entire kingdom was now under the other party's control. With a single word from the other party, the Fisherman's Kingdom would become the second Lost Kingdom.

If the kingdom is gone by then, what's the point of talking about neutrality?

"I, Nereus, on behalf of the Kingdom of Xebel, agree to Arthur Curry becoming the King of Atlantis. From this day forward, the Kingdom of Xebel will be based on Atlantis and will restore the greatness of Atlantis."

Seeing that Arthur and Orm had already decided the outcome, Nereus knew that the situation was settled and did not hesitate either.

Only Om remained standing there, silent.

He didn't acknowledge Arthur's identity, and didn't even really look at Arthur.

Du Mu didn't seem to care.

After suffering so many blows today, it would be too cruel to force Om to admit his opponent's victory. Even the strongest person couldn't withstand such humiliation and might just die.

On this joyous occasion, there's no need to turn a happy event into a funeral, even though a continuous feast can be held.

Du Mu completely ignored Orm's presence and made the final decision: "Since it's passed unanimously, I hereby declare Arthur the new King of Atlantis! Let's give him a round of applause!"

clap clap clap!

The applause was sparse and perfunctory, and it dissipated in a few seconds.

Arthur stood in the center of the hall, holding the Holy Trident in his hand, his expression somewhat gloomy.

In his imagination, he should be surrounded by people, with cheers deafening, Mera standing beside him casting a loving gaze upon him, and then he would raise the sacred trident and accept the throne amidst the attention of the crowd.

It's a story full of laughter, tears, and growth; it's arguably the best film ever made, and it would definitely be a blockbuster if it were adapted into a movie.

But the scene before us was completely different from what we had imagined; it was as if we were just going through the motions.

Du Mu patted Arthur on the shoulder and comforted him, "Everyone's probably just tired, don't take it to heart."

"It's alright. My throne was never truly legitimate to begin with, so this kind of reaction is normal."

Arthur still lived a very clear-headed life.

He's already gotten all the benefits, so if he still complains, then he's just plain bad.

"It's good that you understand."

Du Mu nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned around, raised the Spear of Longinus high, and announced loudly: "I hereby declare that, to celebrate the birth of a new king, the Kingdom of Atlantis will hold a three-day feast! The main course will be Karasen roast meat, and any citizen of the sea is welcome to participate!"

"Wuhu!"

"Long live Du Mu!"

"I've never tried Karasun grilled meat before, is it edible?"

"Of course you can eat it, and it's absolutely delicious!"

"I'm kind of looking forward to it."

The atmosphere on the field instantly changed, with laughter and chatter rising and falling, completely unlike the lifeless atmosphere just moments before.

Arthur: "6"

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