My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 349: Another Sin

She stepped forward slightly.

"But I'm not above you. I'm like you. I don't have power without your support. I don't lead from a distance—I live among you. I feel what you feel. That's why I can understand what this place really needs."

She opened her arms slightly, not to pose, but to welcome.

"Let me stand with you. Not above you. With you."

This time, the applause didn't start with one person.

It hit all at once.

A mix of clapping, nodding, even a few people wiping their eyes. Not everyone agreed. But enough of them felt seen.

And in a place that had nearly lost everything, being seen was enough to make a difference.

Asher watched from above, without showing any emotions.

She wasn't trying to beat Rodolf or Haven at their own game.

She bends the rules to her advantage.

Near the front, a teen girl who once stayed in the emergency shelters leaned forward, her mouth slightly open, eyes glassy.

Camillia had brought her medicine a week ago without asking for thanks. She remembered that.

Beside her, a middle-aged man with a limp turned to his wife. "She helped me yesterday," he murmured. "Didn't even ask for anything."

Others stood still, uncertain. Rodolf's supporters glanced at each other, their posture rigid, hands fidgeting at their sides.

They weren't angry—but something in their faces changed, like they were trying to process a feeling they didn't see coming.

The S-Rank Awakeners didn't move much. Most had their arms crossed, keeping their expressions neutral. But a few glanced at each other with raised brows.

Skyler scoffed quietly, muttering to Haven, "She's pulling the sympathy card. Smart."

But Haven didn't answer. Her gaze stayed fixed on Camillia.

They were both women, so naturally, they were destined to either become best friends or mortal enemies.

Given their gender's track record, the odds were high they'd end up hating each other's guts. It was almost a guarantee they'd be talking shit behind each other's backs.

Rodolf, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. He was already plotting how to get on the good side of whoever came out on top.

Business was business, after all. He'd seen this dance before, and he knew the smart money was on staying neutral until the dust settled.

Besides, he had a knack for reading people, and he could sense that this was going to be one heck of a show if Camillia won. Might as well enjoy the popcorn while he could.

More and more people started revealing their agendas. But right now, only three candidates had a strong hold on the race.

The rest had decided to fight for lower positions, content to play second fiddle if it meant staying in the game.

When that was over, Asher raised his hand.

Twenty metal boxes, each ten feet tall, rose from the ground.

An opening gaped in the middle of each, but no one could see what was beyond it.

Asher began making adjustments, before turning back his attention to them.

"You just need to enter. Inside, you'll find a crystal. Press it, and it will show the list of candidates. Pick whoever you want. No one will ever know who you voted for."

No one dared to question him.

In their minds, he wouldn't bother tampering with the results—because he didn't have to.

If he wanted a specific person in power, he could name them outright, and no one would have the strength, or the courage to stop him.

One by one, they stepped inside, the openings swallowing them up.

When they finished, they lowered their heads and moved to the side. No one spoke about who they had voted for.

And just like that, more people stepped forward to vote.

One Hour later.

"I'm going to check the result," Asher said, raising his hand, his voice firm and steady. "I hope that you all will respect it regardless of the outcome."

A soft hum filled the air as the glowing crystals floated up around him.

He closed his eyes.

Waves of information poured in, one after another. Names, numbers, tallies. Emotions too.

The crystals didn't just record votes—they captured intent, hesitation, conviction.

His brows furrowed slightly. The result was something even he didn't expect.

And it wasn't even close.

The winner didn't just go ahead—they crushed the competition. Over 75% of the vote.

No room for doubt. No way to spin it.

"I'm going to tell you the winners. Starting from the councilors—and ending with the governor."

The crowd leaned in anticipation.

He let the silence settle for a moment before continuing.

"These are your elected councilors."

He began listing the names one by one. With each, a mix of reactions followed—clapping, quiet nods, a few surprised gasps.

Most were known figures. People who had stepped up during crises, offered help, or simply kept others fed and safe.

There weren't many S-Ranks among them. Most were regular settlers who had earned trust the hard way.

Once he finished the list, Asher raised his voice slightly.

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"Vice Governor—Baik."

Heads turned toward him. He stood still and did not show any reaction.

And finally—

Asher paused, letting the weight of the moment drag just a little longer.

"Congratulation Governor....Camillia."

The words cut clean through the square.

"YEAHHHHH!"

The Ashborns were the first to break the silence. Their cheer hit like a wave—loud, raw, and full of emotion.

Many raised their hands to the sky. Others hugged each other, laughing through wide grins.

A few dropped to their knees, overwhelmed, as if their faith had finally been justified.

For them, it wasn't just a political win. It was proof they weren't crazy for believing in her.

Their leader had been chosen. Not by force. Not by manipulation. But by the people.

Others in the crowd stayed quiet, watching the celebration unfold.

Camillia stood there, not moving. She was just as shocked as everyone else.

"Did I really win?" she asked, her voice low, almost like she didn't believe it herself.

Asher nodded. "Yes. You got more than 75% of the vote. So don't stress over the silence. Some people might not cheer, but that doesn't change the fact—you were chosen, fair and square."

Camillia looked back at the crowd. The noise, the faces, the mix of joy and confusion.

She still couldn't wrap her head around it. But Asher's words helped. Even a little.

She didn't need everyone's approval. Just enough to lead.

And she had it.

"I'm leaving now," Asher declared, his voice carrying through the crowd. "I hope you won't waste the chance I've given you."

With that, he floated higher into the sky.

The people watched.

There were those who still felt the sting of his departure, who couldn't imagine a future without his godlike powers.

But there were also the ones who breathed a little easier, knowing that, despite his departure, the wheels were now in motion. They had a functioning government.

The choice had been made, and now it was up to the people to shape what came next.

Asher's silhouette faded, leaving behind a sanctuary that was finally standing on its own, for better or worse.

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Demon World Avalon

BLINK!

Asher appeared in his bedroom, the familiar walls and cool stone floor greeting him like an old friend.

Without a second thought, he launched himself onto the bed, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

He sank into the cushions, closing his eyes for a few minutes.

Watching people argue over their futures, their power... it was draining.

'Honestly,' Asher muttered under his breath, 'Dealing with all that is more tiring than fighting a damn Titan'

He chuckled bitterly, half amazed at how much he preferred the brutal simplicity of battle.

There, he knew the rules. Kill or be killed. It was more honest.

But politics?

It was a different beast altogether.

He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake off the mental fatigue. Every part of him wanted to fall asleep right there, but the door suddenly opened.

It was Lucy who entered.

Without a word, he opened his arms slightly, an invitation for the hug he so desperately needed.

"Is it true that you're having an affair with the Fairy Queen?"