Hear me O great throne

Zion gazes at the spirit ancestor mischievously as he ponders how to make the spirit ancestor submit to him without resisting and fighting him to the death.

After all, he had the power to kill them inside his castle space.  

But, with everything working in his favor, why would he continue with his plan to murder the already dead people?

He would just make them his spirit for the throne; that would be far more beneficial than gaining ample experience from them. 

'Gaia, do you have an idea to make them submit to me?"

Zion asked, hoping to have an answer from Gaia, who was known as the all-knowing system.

["_"] Looking at his host, Gaia's poker interface had a seriously shady appearance.

[Yes, I have an answer for that host, but it would ultimately depend on your understanding and response.]

'Wait, are you going to say the throne?' Zion said it with a serious expression.