The voting happened exactly three days later.
The process was complex, but the choice was simple.
There were only two options in the Neural Interface: Magnus Ainsley and Neo Godson.
The winner would be decided in the next two hours.
Magnus and the other councilmen's palms were sweating.
Seeing them, Sterling could not help but laugh.
"Stop denying reality, will you? We all know who the winner will be when Neo Godson promised the Eternal Reward. He can literally make Beyonders with the snap of his fingers. Why would the public still choose you over him?"
Magnus slammed his sweaty fist onto the reinforced glass table.
"Do not act so smug, Sterling! We gave them centuries of peace! We gave them a society where they did not have to worry about being evaporated by alien warlords. If they choose that tyrant, they are choosing their own extinction. Those potions are a trap. Power always comes with a leash."
Sterling lazily leaned back in his chair.
