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Everyone in the kingdom had their attention fixed on the Spirit Comms, watching the live updates of the election.

The streets, usually bustling with life, were eerily quiet.

Taverns and inns were filled with people discussing the event in hushed tones.

They understood what this election meant for their future.

Previously, they had neither the right nor the audacity to vote for their leaders—until now.

Thanks to the Celestial Heavenly Store, they had been granted this privilege.

With such an opportunity, no one wanted to miss their rare chance. Thus, all eyes were glued to the election results.

As the election neared its conclusion, with only a few minutes left, clans that weren't participating or had no chance of winning had already accepted their defeat. However, for those with a fighting chance, the tension was palpable.

Hearts pounded heavily, and nerves were on edge.

For many, this was the most nerve-racking moment of their lives. It felt like a towering mountain was pressing down on their backs, and they wouldn't be able to breathe a sigh of relief until the election was over.

This was especially true for the four clans competing fiercely: the Wu Clan and the Tang Clan of the Soaring Cloud Region, and the Du Clan and the Shin Clan of the Imperial Capital.

Even the military clans had tricks up their sleeves.

When everyone thought the Shin Clan would dominate the Imperial Capital, the Du Clan used its influence as a generational military family to rally support.

With decades of wars against the Necoris, nearly every family in the capital had someone who had served in the army at some point.

Thus, when the old Du general called on veteran and retired soldiers to help secure the capital, how could those hot-blooded men refuse?

Instantly, the situation in the capital took a drastic turn as the Du Clan surged ahead.

Ten minutes before the election's end, every human in the kingdom was on the edge of their seats, holding their breath in excitement and anticipation.

Who would be the six people to determine their future?

The Tang Clan was leading the Wu Clan by five hundred votes, while the Du Clan was ahead of the Shin Clan by two hundred votes.
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Although the margins seemed insignificant, to the trailing clans, they felt like insurmountable mountains.

They had tried every strategy, exhausted their influence, and pulled every trick they could muster, but there was nothing left to do.

To make matters worse, ninety-nine percent of the population had already cast their votes, leaving only a small number of undecided voters.

All they could do now was hope for a miracle.

At the Tang Clan manor, Tang Jian paced back and forth nervously.

Thanks to his strategic campaigning, he had propelled his clan to the forefront of the kingdom and was on the verge of securing a seat in the cabinet.

His parents watched him with a mix of pride and worry. No one had expected their genius blacksmith son to have such lofty ambitions.

"Father, how many minutes are left?" Tang Jian asked, his voice trembling.

"Son, relax. There are still three minutes left," his father replied with an assuring smile. "You're already the winner; nothing can change that."

"I know… but I won't be able to relax until I'm officially declared the winner," Tang Jian said, staring at the horizon, excitement flickering in his eyes.

"S-Son…" Tang Jian's mother called out in panic.

"Mother, what happened?" Tang Jian turned to her as if his worst nightmare had come true.

"Check your Spirit Comms," she said, her eyes darting to her husband.

Quickly, they checked the results and froze.

The Wu Clan had closed the gap to just fifty votes.

Tang Jian's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Frightened to his core, he sat on the grass, his breathing erratic and his body drenched in sweat.

Even his parents weren't faring much better.

Where did the Wu Clan find such votes? they cried inwardly.

Nevertheless, they stared at the countdown and began to count the seconds.

At this moment, it was all they could do.

In the Imperial Capital, the situation was already set in stone as the Du Clan widened its lead by another five hundred votes, cementing its spot in the cabinet.

Likewise, in other regions, the top spots had been determined without any last-minute drama.

Thus, everyone's attention turned to the Soaring Cloud Region.

Who would secure the cabinet seat?

Thirty seconds left.

For the Tang Clan, it felt like an eternity, while the Wu Clan thought time was moving too quickly.

Standing beside her mother, Wu Xia's eyes reddened, tears glistening at the corners.

All the elders wore solemn expressions, some gnashing their teeth in frustration.

Ten seconds left.

"We only need forty more votes!" an elder shouted, trembling with nervousness.

Can they get forty votes in the next nine seconds?

Far from Clear Wind City, inside Dongping City, in a quiet courtyard.

A young man dressed in an ethereal white robe, his long hair flowing, had a light smile on his lips.

"Interesting…" he muttered as the space around him trembled.

Su Yen had decided to take a break from his cultivation when he noticed the election nearing its end.

On a whim, he had decided the Magma Plain would adopt a democratic approach to governance. Never did he expect such an exciting election to unfold on their first attempt.

"I guess Lady Luck isn't on their side," he mused, shaking his head as he dismissed the election from his mind.

Currently, he was at a delicate stage in his cultivation and couldn't afford distractions.

If the Wu Clan or the Tang Clan had known their votes had piqued the interest of Su Yen, the Emperor of the Barren Land, they would have forgotten about the cabinet seat and danced for joy.

Back in Clear Wind City, the election was finally over, and the six cabinet members had been decided.

Unfortunately, Clear Wind City would have no representative.

A deafening silence permeated the city, everywhere as quiet as a graveyard.

The Wu Clan had lost by only forty votes.