Chapter 211: The Internet God’s Answer Shocks the Q&A Community
What did the gods of the Nether Divine System see?
Across the internet, nearly half of the discussions were outright condemnations of The Prince's Revenge!
"Can so expert explain what The Prince's Revenge is even about? It's all riddles and nonsense!"
"Trash prince, don’t waste your ti! It’s so confusing—princes one mont, nobles the next, everyone talking in circles. Impossible to follow!"
"I gave up halfway through The Prince's Revenge. Too convoluted! Pure torture!"
"Young King is way more satisfying!"
"In the end, the Internet God is the real deal—each movie just gets better and more thrilling! Glorious Internet God, give us more!"
"Stop bashing the prince, guys. Haven’t you noticed The Prince's Revenge has amazing sleep-inducing powers? Better than the lullaby divine music from the Music Sanctuary! I almost dozed off."
"The fights in The Prince's Revenge are a joke. Magic flashes, soone dies—no clue who even did it!"
Such criticisms were everywhere online.
As for the Dark Web? Well... no one dared to complain there.
At this mont, the gods of the Nether Divine System were stunned.
Of course, there were still so who praised The Prince's Revenge.
"Brilliant! The Prince's Revenge perfectly captures the essence of noble intrigue!"
"As a baron heir, I can confirm The Prince's Revenge is incredibly realistic. Honestly, I learned a lot!"
But these praises were few and far between.
True, the literacy rate among nobles was nearly 100%, while among commoners, it might not even reach 1%. But the sheer number of commoners dwarfed the nobility by millions!
Even that 1% literacy rate translated into a massive audience when scaled across the population.
Expand that to the multiverse, and the numbers beca staggering.
In fact, over 90% of active internet users on forums were commoners.
Their voices directly influenced countless potential viewers.
And let’s not forget the illiterate audience—far larger in number—who couldn’t even voice their opinions.
They had eagerly clicked on The Prince's Revenge, expecting another great movie.
Only to be utterly baffled.
The plot was dull, devoid of excitent, just endless scheming—enough to put anyone to sleep!
Occasionally, a fight would break out, but before the adrenaline could kick in, it’d be over in a couple of moves.
What the hell?
Who died?
How?
What even killed them?
No clue.
What’s the point of watching this?
Now, take Saving Princess Hedi—the rcenary Moses battling the Undead Dragon was epic! A true clash of titans, earth-shaking and thrilling!
Haven’t you noticed? Kids these days are even roleplaying Moses vs. the Undead Dragon in their gas.
So pure-blooded dragons in child form have gotten into fistfights over who gets to play Moses, leaving more than a few with scratched faces.
And playing Princess Hedi? That’s beco a badge of honor for countless girls—proof of their status among their peers.
But back to the point.
The overwhelming backlash online turned the once-jovial Nether Temple dead silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
If it were just the internet’s outrage, that might’ve been manageable. But...
However, the Nether Gods clearly saw through various ans that in reality, there were far more users criticizing and cursing The Prince's Revenge.
They even witnessed with their own eyes so users angrily exiting The Prince's Revenge and clicking into Young King.
For a mont, the subordinate gods in the Nether Temple exchanged uneasy glances, each seeing fear in the other's eyes.
So it turned out that The Prince's Revenge wasn’t actually good—it was simply the first to be released, drawing a wave of attention!
Once people realized it was terrible, they naturally discarded it like worthless trash, even spitting on it and cursing a few tis.
"Impossible! Impossible! Why?!"
The sudden blow made the God of Death abruptly stand up, his aged face flushing red!
His fury wasn’t just due to another failure—it was even more about the humiliation of having celebrated prematurely, making a fool of himself in front of his subordinates!
This was a massive blow to his authority!
The God of Death flew into a rage, causing the other Nether Gods to tremble in fear, their legs shaking uncontrollably!
They were terrified of eting the sa fate as the two elder subordinate gods from before!
"Duke, tell why!" The God of Death suddenly turned his gaze to Subordinate God Duke.
"Your Eminence, these commoners are nothing but shallow-minded fools! Most of them have probably never even seen nobles in their lives—of course they can’t appreciate the brilliance of The Prince's Revenge!"
Duke inwardly cursed his misfortune, desperately trying to find excuses for the God of Death.
But he knew full well that this excuse was utter nonsense!
What was the purpose of the God of Death personally creating a movie?
Was it for praise?
No!
It was for Source Essence!
Without harvesting Source Essence, all words were aningless.
The God of Death’s face flickered between green and pale.
Clearly, Duke’s words couldn’t convince him—nor could they allow him to deceive himself.
Seeing this, Duke gritted his teeth and added:
"Your Eminence, the battle over movies is ultimately just a trivial distraction! Why should we care about the opinions of these lowly commoners? Look at your preaching zones—is there any dissent there? Absolute power is the true foundation of everything!"
At these words, the God of Death took a deep breath and slowly sat back down.
"You’re right. I lost my focus. Prepare for the war against the Burnier Domain. As for the movie battle, we won’t abandon it entirely—continue your tasks as before."
The God of Death spoke calmly.
"Yes!"
The subordinate gods sighed in relief and quickly complied.
The God of Death waved his hand dismissively, signaling for them to leave.
The subordinate gods, as if granted amnesty, hastily retreated from the temple.
Before long, the vast hall was completely empty.
BOOM!
At that mont, a massive bone dragon pillar suddenly collapsed, sending boulders flying and dust billowing.
The seemingly composed God of Death abruptly rose from his divine throne, summoning a greatsword out of thin air and madly slashing at everything in the temple!
Blades of energy rampaged through the hall, sending the relief sculptures on the walls fleeing in terror.
"Why?! Why?! Why?!"
The God of Death roared in fury!
A crushing sense of defeat tornted his pride!
"Internet God… just you wait. Sooner or later, I will take everything from you!"
The God of Death plunged his sword into a stone pillar, his eyes burning with venomous flas.
At this mont, was it only the God of Death who was consud by defeat?
The Four Pillar Gods, the Gods of Kaman, and even the gods of the multiverse were utterly stunned by Young King's unexpected coback!
Shock, bewildernt, confusion, disbelief, and sheer bafflent tornted the perspectives of the gods across the multiverse.
They all began to deeply doubt their own judgnt.
None of them were fools, of course—they couldn’t possibly believe that Young King had surpassed The Prince's Revenge just because of the buzz on the internet.
Yet, in reality, countless commoners were discussing Young King with the sa fervor they once reserved for Saving Princess Hedi.
This made it impossible for the gods to ignore, let alone deceive themselves.
As for The Prince's Revenge, it had beco the target of widespread criticism and comparison.
A quick glance at the films playing in taverns was proof enough.
Before, taverns exclusively screened Saving Princess Hedi—now, they alternated between Saving Princess Hedi and Young King.
And yet, the patrons never seed to tire of either!
Of course, at this mont, who else was plagued by doubt besides the gods of the multiverse?
Countless mages, nobles, warriors, wandering poets, artists… in short, the elite of the multiverse—or the rare wise races—were equally dumbfounded by Young King's explosive popularity!
They couldn’t understand it.
Truly, they couldn’t!
This profound confusion even spilled over into the Internet Q&A community, skyrocketing to the top of the trending questions:
"Why is Young King more popular than The Prince's Revenge?"
The question garnered over a hundred thousand responses.
Countless elites and commoners across the multiverse joined the debate, even hurling insults in the comnt section.
Most commoners were no match for the elites in argunts.
But at tis like these, a single retort from a commoner could shut the elites down completely:
"Are you questioning the great Internet God?"
Damn!
Under such a Dinsional strike, who dared to argue further?
Just as the multiverse buzzed with heated discussions, the Prophecy God Phoebus himself answered the question.
No—rather, he posed the question on behalf of countless users to the Internet God.
And when the Internet God responded, Phoebus relayed the answer to the internet users.
The mont this answer was revealed, the gods were horrified—and the multiverse trembled!
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