Chapter 1703: Chapter 1704: The Fifth Chapter 1703: Chapter 1704: The Fifth For the favored ones, the emotions of NPCs within the game world toward them are quite complicated. On one hand, they envy the speed at which their levels increase, but on the other hand, they hold them in contempt. After all, the players come with various flaws, and there are no small number of those who would kill and plunder for the reward of quests. Moreover, they’ve been in the game world for only a short time and generally possess lower levels and strength.

Even when they saw the presence of a favored one in the Pantheon, they were convinced that the other party was just a recently ascended ordinary deity.

The gazes of these deities then turned to the one standing respectfully behind Metian, and seeing that his level was merely at the Demi-God Level, they immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

“Look, this is how the favored ones should act, comfortable~”
In fact, being able to enter the Pantheon as a deity was already an enviable and jealous role among players, as the Demi-God Realm was not as easy to break through as the Legendary Realm.

Zhao Ming stood in the Pantheon, feeling the surging waves of energy around him, and couldn’t help being profoundly moved. These were beings he could only look up to usually, and he had never imagined that he would have a day standing among them.

Metian was seated on a stair-like throne that was relatively at the front, and although not ranked within the top ten, it was the first one in the twelfth row.

The number of stair-like thrones in the Pantheon had long exceeded five hundred. In fact, this was the first and only time for many deities to be seated in the Pantheon. Once the three hundred and sixty divine positions were ranked, those without a divine position would find it very difficult to enter the Pantheon again in the future.

Of course, even if they did not enter the Pantheon or obtain a divine position this time, it would not matter. If they could enhance their strength in the future and manage to kill a deity with a divine position, they could also snatch a position. Alternatively, if a deity with a position fell, the ones behind could compete for the position again based on strength.

Song Jian stood in the Pantheon, looking towards the circles of divine positions. Those deities, whom he found overwhelmingly powerful, were all seated on the thrones closest to the central Main Deity position, including the Lord of Thunder, Lord of Light, Goddess of Dawn, Sun God, and other deities Song Jian was familiar with.

Seeing Song Jian, these deities were only slightly surprised and did not take him seriously. Although Song Jian’s strength had increased rapidly, in the eyes of these former Main Deities, he was still just a “little brother.” Several of these deities had religions set up in the game world that had clashed with the City of Hope and were expelled by Song Jian, which had hurt their dignity.

“With so many thrones, if the seats were arranged by strength, my seat would be at least in the front three rows, or even the first row, right?” Song Jian thought to himself after a glance.

The first row had more than thirty thrones, but now only half were filled, and among them, a few seemed to Song Jian to be not as powerful as himself. Since they could sit in the first row and even covet the central Main Deity throne of the Pantheon, so should he.

With that thought, Song Jian walked straight towards the first row of seats.

All the deities’ gazes suddenly converged on Song Jian, watching as he took steps forward, their faces showing mocking expressions.

Some deities even let out a cold snort, which sounded like thunder in the Pantheon. Strangely, not one deity stepped out to stop him; they all appeared to be watching for entertainment, seemingly waiting for Song Jian to make a fool of himself!

“This guy, he’s too arrogant, daring to go to the front row. Is he so confident in his own strength?” Metian couldn’t help but show an amused expression as he saw Song Jian already crossing the tenth row and walking towards the ninth.

“You favored ones, are all of you so bold? It’s simply confidence, no, arrogance!” Metian looked back at Zhao Ming and couldn’t help but comment.

In this place, Zhao Ming had no qualifications to speak. To be honest, even just standing here was taking all of Zhao Ming’s effort, and that was only because the surrounding deities were not specifically targeting him.

Hearing the words of Mie Tian, Zhao Ming also showed a bitter smile and said nothing. In his heart, however, Zhao Ming still hoped that Song Jian would be able to sit in the front row, to slap the faces of those deities who looked down upon the divine followers.

Song Jian’s divine consciousness transformed into a vast net, ceaselessly sensing each row of divine thrones. In the Pantheon, the divine thrones were actually already arranged according to the strength of the gods. One’s place among the thrones was prearranged; the gods entering the Pantheon merely needed to find their designated thrones.

As Song Jian walked among the gods, each towering over ten meters, he seemed like a dwarf in a land of giants. Yet his expression remained unchanged, as if he were simply strolling through a pedestrian street on Earth, his face the picture of calm and ease, seemingly oblivious to the collective gaze of the gods upon him.

Zhao Ming watched Song Jian’s figure with a surge of admiration welling up in his heart, fantasizing that one day he too could walk in the Pantheon, searching for his own divine throne.

“In the future, there will certainly be a place here for me!” Zhao Ming clenched his fist, silently vowing to himself.

Just then, one of the seats in the first row suddenly burst forth with a divine light, and Song Jian’s eyes lit up, “Got it, right here! Indeed, it’s the first row.”

Gathering his divine consciousness, Song Jian quickly strode towards the first row.

The divine light blossoming from the throne was visible only to those who could sit upon it. Seeing Song Jian pass by the ninth row and head straight for the first, all other gods showed a look of amusement.

“Hmph, truly overestimating oneself. Really thinks that just by going to the first row, he can sit in it?”

“Lacking the strength and yet fantasizing about taking a front row seat, can you withstand the Power of Law on the divine throne?”

“If one hasn’t mastered at least seven Laws of Power, sitting in the first row will be the moment of his downfall!”

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Whispers rose among the gods, and they made no effort to conceal them, as if they intended for Song Jian to hear. But Song Jian turned a deaf ear, proceeding directly to the fifth throne in the first row and took his seat.

“Is this, is he going to sit beside me?” The Goddess of Dawn, seated at the sixth throne, couldn’t help but show a look of surprise as she watched Song Jian approach her.

After all, even the Goddess of Dawn herself had not fully recovered her peak strength and temporarily mastered only six Laws of Power. But her recovery was just a matter of time. It should be known that even the seat of the Main Deity once had her name on it, and now she just temporarily sat in the first row.

“Is this young man’s strength, now stronger than mine?” The Goddess of Dawn watched Song Jian approach and staring at the fifth throne, she suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

The next moment, Song Jian’s figure transformed into a giant over thirty meters tall, slowly sitting on the fifth throne, nine Laws of Power bursting forth from behind the throne like a peacock spreading its feathers, displaying nine different divine lights. For a moment, the Pantheon fell silent, everyone staring dumbfounded at Song Jian’s towering figure, their emotions indescribably complex.

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