**Chapter 5: The Empress of the World (2)**
Lin Nan never thought that one day she would actually become a real emperor, rather than just controlling an empire as a player from behind a computer screen.
Even though she left the square quite early, the gathered three races were still unwilling to leave for a long time.
People cheered excitedly, their voices echoing throughout the entire fortress, penetrating nearly all the underground levels. At that moment, everyone knew that the Cold Moon Witch had ascended to the throne.
Ironically, the demon race, which was thought to be the biggest obstacle, was the most enthusiastic at this moment.
The Demon Empire had been around for over four thousand years, but ever since the last emperor, Bel, betrayed his people and fled solo, the reputation of the imperial family had been in free fall. If it weren’t for the Lord Messenger and the upper echelons of the empire pushing forward a new emperor, the empire might have already crumbled into chaos long ago.
Now, the people of the demon race, dominated by the cult of the gods, were utterly enamored with the miracles of the Lord Messenger and fervently knelt down, claiming she was the true incarnation of the Goddess of Destiny.
Now that the Goddess of Destiny had condescended to become the emperor of the entire Asking Dao Continent, they could barely contain their joy, let alone oppose her!
The demon race had been in desperate need of a powerful ruler. Although this time they were sharing power with the other two races, the demon race firmly believed that the Goddess of Destiny had always favored them. Even within the new imperial structure, the demon race knew they would hold an important position.
In the blink of an eye, the demon race abandoned that little emperor.
The once-esteemed royal family lost all semblance of their former glory, but no one dared to show even a hint of dissatisfaction.
Otherwise, they might be torn apart by the excited, raucous crowd at any moment.
In the joint command center’s conference room, the representatives from the three races who were qualified to attend the meeting each had complex expressions.
They were not like the simple-minded citizens who could easily get swept away in fervor.
Although this seemed like an incident, it was ultimately inevitable.
If prior to the divine punishment, the various races that had migrated to Black Stone City from distant lands harbored any grievances, especially the elderly who were unwilling to leave their hometowns but were forcibly brought along by their children, they often called the Princess Witch a fraud, claiming that the so-called divine punishment was a scam, a vile tactic of the witch to consolidate the continent and achieve her ambitions.
This conspiracy theory peaked during the toughest times when the fortress was being constructed.
If it weren’t for the steadfast support of most representatives from the three races and players siding with Lin Nan, it’s hard to say whether the Sky Tower fortress would have been finished on schedule by the time of divine punishment.
But when the day of divine punishment really arrived, an unexpected torrential rain came crashing down.
Those exposed outside got infected by the rain’s virus, nearly dragging the entire fortress into an endless abyss.
If it had not been for the Princess Witch stepping up and taking action herself, this turmoil would not have ended with just the loss of a little over a thousand people.
It’s easy to imagine that with even the slightest miscalculation, the entire population of over a hundred thousand in Area 52 could have faced utter devastation.
And this was just the beginning.
The heavy rain continued, quickly raising water levels to submerge all of Black Stone City.
All those hiding in the fortress were trembling in fear.
At this moment, even a child could tell that if they hadn’t followed the crowd to the fortress, they’d either be killing each other in madness or completely submerged by the flood—there’s no way they’d still be alive!
At this instant, their fervent admiration and utmost gratitude for the Princess Witch had firmly taken root in their hearts.
Today, she actively took charge, using methods that seemed almost miraculous to wrap the entire fortress in a layer of ice shielding them from the flood, igniting people’s enthusiasm into a frenzy.
It seemed the only way for them to express their gratitude was to elevate the Princess Witch from the joint commander of the three races to the true emperor who aligned with the true Dao.
Even if Cold Moon didn’t propose it, someone else surely would.
People’s enthusiasm needed an outlet.
If mismanaged, it could lead to internal conflicts, so the Princess Witch, standing at the forefront, ultimately followed the tide and became the first-ever emperor uniting the three races on the Asking Dao Continent.
They had the privilege of being eyewitnesses to this exhilarating moment.
As long as they could survive the divine punishment, they believed that no matter how much time passed, their names would occupy a place in the annals of history.
In the joint command center’s conference room, the attendees were not familiar with one another, but while Cold Moon and Lie Tu were of the same bloodline, they never displayed any arrogance in front of others. On the contrary, they made efforts to unite, causing Luo Ying, White Peach, Monroe, and Janet to nod in agreement. After all, those who followed the Witch Majesty in building their kingdom were indeed extraordinary individuals.
“Creak…”
With the sound of the door opening, Lin Nan, dressed in her signature black dress, gracefully stepped into the conference room.
Everyone stood up in unison and bowed deeply as she entered.
“Please, everyone, take a seat.”
Had this been before, Lin Nan would have politely asked them not to be so formal.
But now that she was the emperor, the sense of ritual and etiquette was naturally indispensable.
In Lin Nan’s original dimension, ancient dynasties even had a dedicated department just for regulating etiquette and rituals across various occasions.
The reason was simple; only in this way could the royal family appear more majestic and noble. Even without saying a single word, ordinary people would feel a sense of reverence.
Although becoming an emperor was not Lin Nan’s aspiration, she wasn’t the type to just sit idly by without managing state affairs.
At the very least, as long as the empire could function normally during her tenure, that would count as a significant achievement.
“Your Majesty, the immediate plan should be to establish a name for the country as soon as possible.”
“Yes, Your Majesty, the citizens are desperately in need of a common goal to strive for together.”
“The name of the country is very important; please, Your Majesty, decide.”
Monroe and Janet, who held high positions in the demon race, were quite experienced in such matters.
On the other hand, Luo Ying and White Peach, having long been in charge of the Immortal Gate, were not very familiar with the concept of a country. To them, what was an empire but a slightly larger Immortal Gate? The difficulty of management didn’t seem as daunting as they imagined.
However, the one in charge of Cold Wind City, Cold Moon, did not share the same perspective.
Just managing Cold Wind City kept her running around all day. Maintaining basic operations didn’t consume too much energy, but transforming an entire city? The effort required was beyond what most could imagine.
Thus, once the entire continent fell under the empire’s banner, the management costs and challenges would surge geometrically.
Nevertheless, for now, coming up with a catchy name for the country was quite important.
This would be a vital symbol for uniting the three races—there could be no slip-ups.
Lin Nan looked at the six with some headaches, “Do you have any suggestions?”
