A chair appeared in front of Lee Gun. At a glance, it looked like a throne with the head of a bull embedded on it. Of course, it wasn’t a normal chair. 

Lee Gun had raised his guard, and above all else, the Zodiac Saints were taken aback. Their reactions were normal.

“That’s crazy! It’s the Seat of Power!”

Yes, the chair in front of them was a symbol of the twelve Zodiacs, a god’s throne. Each temple had one, and only the owner of a temple could sit on it.

‘As soon as you sit on the Seat of Power, you claim and command the temple. You possess absolute power.’

Hugo and Stevens were well aware of the Seat of Power. Since the Zodiac Saints didn’t want their Zodiacs to lose face, they never spoke about it. 

However, the Sagittarius sat on its Seat of Power as he applied the hair growth solution. The Leo flopped on top of the Seat of Power to sleep.

It was unknown who had made these Seats of Power, but the Zodiacs treasured them more than their lives. It was a precious item that outside gods coveted.

‘What is that in front of Lee Gun?’

‘Is the Seat of Power trying to choose its new owner?’

A Seat of Power was a holy item with a sense of self; it was the temple itself. It was loyal to the Zodiac. Dealing with it wouldn’t be easy.

‘If a Zodiac tries to harm the temple or their purpose doesn’t align, the Seat of Power tries to kill the Zodiac.’

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