But at that critical moment, the largest association in the entire Federation, the Mecha Engineer Association, suddenly released an announcement:
After careful consideration and several rounds of voting throughout the association, it had been decided that the association's Level-9 Soul Engineer, Mo Yuan, would take over as president of the Mecha Engineer Association. They hoped the association would flourish under his leadership.
As soon as the announcement came out, the other candidates, who already felt they had little chance, immediately lost heart.
Well, that settled it. They had thought they still had room to struggle, only to suffer a crushing blow. Even the Mecha Engineer Association had thrown in its lot with him. What was there left to fight for?
Meanwhile, Mo Yuan himself felt little about it. After all, Gu Yuan and the other senior members of the Mecha Engineer Association had planned this long ago. Later, as Mo Yuan's influence grew, support for the idea gradually became the prevailing view within the association.
And now, at last, the decision to make Mo Yuan president was final.
Honestly, few people within the association still opposed it.
After all, Mo Yuan really was a technical powerhouse. At the very least, the association's researchers were utterly convinced of his ability. As for those who could only build mechas, or even merely pilot them, they were even less likely to talk back to the researchers who were practically their overlords.
Early the next morning, at Mingdu Central Tower, where Parliament was located.
In front of the tower stood a sizable plaza. By now, it had been completely cordoned off, a raised platform had long since been erected, and all the preparations had been completed in advance.
Elite Central Legion soldiers carrying loaded weapons were stationed all around the plaza, responsible for