Every President had taken office as a matter of course.
For the first time in history, there would be a vote.
It was solely because Chimu, one of the Grand Arbiters, was firmly opposed.
Chimu had considered the matter in the most rational way possible. He had even said, "There doesn't have to be a President for the time being."
After a night of discussion and deliberation, a result was finally reached at noon the next day.
Rejected!
Kelon was denied the position of Sixth Generation President.
The presidential vote was extremely strict. It would have been one thing if Chimu alone among the six Arbiters had opposed him, but Baal had opposed him as well. With two Arbiters against him, it didn't matter if everyone else agreed.
Emotionally speaking, this was too cruel to Kelon. Back then, everyone had wanted him to become President, but he had refused. Now that he wanted the position, his best brothers were the ones opposing him.
Poor Kelon's eight hundred million years of sacrifice had instead become his greatest obstacle to becoming President.
But there was nothing they could do. Mo Qiong wasn't surprised by this result in the slightest.
After learning about the presidential system, the most profound thing he had heard was: "There may be no President, but there absolutely cannot be one who is merely making do."
"Then he only has seven days left to live... He just got back!" David found this result extremely hard to accept.
"One matter has nothing to do with the other." Chimu closed his eyes, then opened them and said, "This is order."
Kelon looked calmly at Chimu. "I have to become President... You know that."
Only by becoming President could he have his life extended by five years by the Empress.
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