My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 348: Settlement Part 2

Nobody dared to ignored it.

One by one, the settlers stopped what they were doing and made their way to the square.

Asher floated above the growing crowd. His eyes scanned their faces, but his thoughts were somewhere else.

Elaine hadn't shown up once. He searched the entire sanctuary in secret, but she was nowhere to be found.

Still, he knew she wasn't dead.

The entity that guarded her would have torn everything apart if she was.

That thing didn't know mercy,

Pantheon said the entity guarding her was equal to a Titan in strength. If that was true, then she wasn't safe to be around. Not for herself. Not for anyone.

He scratched the side of his head and let out a quiet sigh.

'Maybe she left on her own…'

That didn't help at all to make him less worry.

He shook off the thought for now and turned his attention back to the settlers.

"Everything is stable," he spoke, loud enough for all to hear. "So, I'm leaving. Depending on what happens, this might be the last time you see me."

His words dropped like stones.

People froze. Eyes widened. Some turned to each other, unsure if they heard right.

A few whispers broke the silence.

"He's leaving?"

"Wait, is he serious?"

"What are we supposed to do without him?"

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"We will die if he's not here!"

The S-Rank Awakeners didn't react much. They had seen this coming

Truth was, Asher stepping down might be the smartest decision.

The number of zealots joining the Ashborns kept rising. They weren't loyal to logic or truth—they followed a symbol, an idea they refused to question.

And nothing was more dangerous than people who followed blindly.

Especially when the leader of that group was a manipulative woman.

Asher knew about it but chose not to interfere. They had already built their own church—a sign of how united they were, and how much they believed in Camillia's words.

Stopping her now would make it look like he was siding with a different faction. That would only lead to more conflict.

Skyler crossed her arms and muttered under her breath." So, it's finally happening."

Asher overheard her and decided to speak up.

"From now on, there will be elections. Once a year. You'll vote for a Governor, a Vice Governor, and a 12 councilors."

He let the words settle, then continued.

"If someone gets elected, they make the laws. They control resources. But power won't just come from strength anymore. No more titles handed out just because someone can punch harder."

"This place will be a democracy, so the power to choose will belong to the majority."

He paused and looked around.

"If you think someone in charge is useless or corrupt, vote them out."

Some nodded. Others stayed quiet. The idea of democracy sounded good on paper, but what if someone didn't follow the rules?

Camillia stepped forward. Her voice shook, but she stood tall.

"What if the stronger Awakeners try to control everything? How do we know the system will stay fair, especially for weak people like us?"

The question spread tension through the crowd. Nobody liked the idea, but everyone knew it was very possible.

Asher looked down at them, his voice flat.

"I don't care."

The crowd blinked.

"I can't fix human nature. If someone turns out bad, someone else has to step up and stop them. I want to believe that good people will always exist, even if evil ones rise first."

His tone didn't change. The words were cold but honest.

Camillia frowned. She stepped closer.

"But that's not fair for many of us."

He stared back. "Fairness isn't something you're given. You want it? Make it yourself."

Camillia clenched her fists, eyes flashing with frustration. But she quickly steadied herself and apologized.

Asher turned away from her and looked out across the gathering.

"No more delays. If you want to run for a position, step forward now. Tell us what you're aiming for, and you've got three minutes to convince the rest."

People glanced at each other. Nobody moved at first.

Then, slowly, a few came forward.

Their lives, their dreams, their fear—it all looked small from where he stood.

He didn't mean to be cruel. He had just seen too much.

From the ground, this was the start of a future.

From above, it looked like a crowd fighting over a crumbling throne.

The first to step forward was a man in his forties named Rodolf. He used to be a businessman.

In the last few days, he'd taken charge of logistics during the town's construction.

People respected him. He made quick, smart calls when things got tight, and his decisions had earned quiet approval.

He looked around the crowd, then spoke clearly.

"The first thing we need is a monetary system."

Rodolf's eyes flicked to a few of the more skeptical faces in the crowd, but his confidence didn't waver.

He took a breath, stepping slightly closer to the group, his voice firm. "And with me as governor, I'll prioritize free trade. No restrictions. No barriers. The market will decide, not some arbitrary rule or law."

The crowd waited, some nodding in agreement, others still uncertain. But Rodolf wasn't finished. He had a vision, and he intended to share it fully.

"I'll focus on rebuilding multiple industries—agriculture, manufacturing, technology—everything we need to thrive. We'll start small, but we'll build. We'll create jobs, not just for survival, but for prosperity."

He looked around, meeting eyes with those who had listened the most intently.

"A system like this gives everyone a fair chance. It's not just about surviving anymore. It's about growing, thriving. I want to build something lasting, something strong. And to do that, we need a foundation—a currency we can trust."

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The sound of hands meeting in applause broke the silence, and a wave of approval rippled through the crowd.

People weren't shouting or cheering, but the clapping was enough—a show of respect, a signal that Rodolf had earned their trust.

His plan didn't sound far-fetched. He wasn't promising impossible miracles or wild dreams. Instead, he spoke of rebuilding something that had been working for centuries—a system that people already understood, a foundation that had stood the test of time.

And in that simplicity, he found his strength.

The next to step forward was Haven, an S-Rank Awakener.

She had been chosen by her colleague to run for governor, because her face was gentler and easier to trust, unlike Skyler's bold and snobbish look.

"If I'm chosen as governor, my first priority will be maintaining stability," she began, her voice clear and strong. "This place needs order. We can't afford to divided, not with everything we've been through."

"I'll make sure no one abuses their power," she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly. "We've all seen how quickly things can spiral when people take advantage of their strength. That's why I'll create a police force—trained and accountable. A force that will ensure everyone can sleep at night, without worrying that someone might take advantage of them, or hurt them."

Her gaze locked with a few in the crowd, making her words feel personal.

"We won't tolerate violence or corruption. We need to build trust in each other again. And I'm ready to make sure that happens."

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As Haven finished speaking, her supporters broke into applause, their cheers rising in intensity. T

The response was no less powerful than the one Rodolf had received. Her words had struck a chord with the crowd—her promise of safety and order resonating deeply with those who longed for stability.

As the cheers grew louder, it became clear that Haven had more than just the crowd's approval—she had the backing of the high-ranking awakeners.

With the S-Ranks on her side, choosing her as governor seemed almost inevitable.

When the cheering finally died down, the crowd's attention turned to the next candidate.

She walked to the front with an unhurried step. Dressed in a white robe, she looked almost saintly, and pure.

But Asher knew better.

Behind the soft outer personality and the composed posture was someone who understood exactly how to manipulate an audience.

And Asher found himself wondering—what kind of statement would she make to flip everything in her favor?

'Let's see if you're just all talk… or if you can actually lead this place,' he muttered under his breath.