The matter of Xu Huo revising the laws was considered unnecessary not only by the Twelve Main Cities but also by the allied forces. Even if everyone strictly followed the rules he had established during the election, once he cleared the dungeon and left, those things would become meaningless and could be destroyed at will.
However, everyone tacitly refrained from interfering with him. Letting him immerse himself in making rules was better than letting him find trouble and go out killing people.
The election was proceeding in full swing. Within a single day, the Twelve Main Cities and all the other large and small cities had put up huge posters of the candidates. In some cities with the necessary resources, promotional videos could even be projected across the entire sky, making them visible from every angle of the city.
Compared with the fired-up allied forces and the Twelve Main Cities, which had to actively cooperate despite their reluctance, the most depressed and confused were the players currently clearing the dungeon.
Especially the players who had seen Xu Huo the day before.
Why?
Why had everyone still been gathering together the previous day to discuss how to clear the dungeon, yet today he had become a popular candidate?
What were the Twelve Main Cities up to? What were the allied forces up to? Why had they organized themselves so readily and in such perfect coordination?
There was only one condition for clearing the dungeon: becoming the King. Once Xu Huo was elected King, what would be left for anyone else?
It would be barely acceptable if one King left and another King could be elected, but if one King took a group of players away with him, that would be no fun at all!
"Those stranded players aren't afraid?" The green-haired