Chapter 132: The Rules of the Power Game

Chapter 132: The Rules of the Power Game

Legal illegal behavior?

The people in the Barista of the Institute looked puzzled. Someone asked, Arent those two antonyms? A coin thats both heads and tails? A person whos both male and female?

Are you discriminating against me! A person of androgynous appearance slammed the table and stood up, Are you mocking intersex individuals in public!? Intersexuality is the new mainstream culture, able to enjoy the benefits of both genders. This is clearly the most perfect state, how are there still stubbornly outdated individuals like you in this day and age

Im sorry, I misspoke. I sincerely apologize for causing you any harm. The former quickly apologized.

Lorens scratched the scales on his face, turning his head to ask Boss Snake, Boss Snake, do you know what this legal illegal behavior hes talking about is?

Sss I can guess. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Oh? Do tell?

At this moment, Boss Snake smiled, suddenly asking, Sss, Lorens, have you gotten used to life at the Institute? Hows the lab?

Very good, Lorens casually responded, The research is also progressing smoothly, lately weve had more than enough materials. The more materials we have, the faster Necromancy progresses. Wait, Boss Snake, dont change the subject. What is legal illegal behavior?

Sss Look at the screen, someones about to speak.

Lorens looked at the screen, a strange feeling stirring within him.

He felt that Boss Snake was unwilling to continue the conversation with him.

And this unwillingness, he was very familiar with.

Meunken pondered for a moment, then added, Oh, some might not know. The Forest Gallery is a gallery opened by Fernand Snow, filled with what he considers his masterpieces. Members of their faction typically choose to gather in the gallery, hence the Fenan Xue Faction is also known as the Forest Gallery.

Fernand Snow coldly responded, Isnt it the same with your Eternal Wine Club, occupying an eighth of the positions in the Government Affairs Hall?

An eighth might not sound like much, but if distributed across various departments, especially with a few department heads included, it becomes a significant intelligence network and political force. Andrei, considered a strong contender for the mayorship, was a prime example of the Eternal Wine Clubs ability to rival the Forest Gallery.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the stone pillar beneath Fernand Snow suddenly began to twist. The moonlight illuminating the pillar danced like a snake, transforming into ferocious chains that coiled upward towards Fernand Snow!

Fernand Snow did not need to open a screen to know that this anomaly was because the citizens had cast their votes for him.

The Ogres mind was racing, but he maintained calm on his face, You make it sound as if I initiated this tradition. Long ago, this has already become an unspoken, unbreakable rule everyone has adhered to.

Not joining a faction means you cant obtain a good starter job. If you want a promotion, you not only need a recommendation from the department head but also the favor of the upper-level leaders. The push from below, pull from above is the only path upward. If you do not join a faction, even if you happen to become a government official, all that awaits you is a lifetime of basic assignments.

All the council members and politicians here are both beneficiaries of the factions and accomplices in maintaining their existence. Besides the Eternal Wine Club and the Forest Gallery, the Government Affairs Hall has many smaller factions, like spider webs. If you want to climb up, you must climb the web. This is the rule of the power game.

All of this is nothing more than the very common, everyday whims of power.

In a bar in a lower district, a middle-aged beastman patron suddenly covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably. His tears and snot dripped into his drink, he cried so ugly.

He remembered the public examination thirteen years ago. He had ranked second in the interviews, while the first place was taken by an elf scholar who outshone him in every aspect.

In a subordinate apartment of the Caimon City Food and Nutrition Bureau, a man in his forties sank into a soft chair with a bucket of chips. He watched the screen, adjusted his glasses, reminisced about his ambitious days post-college, followed by more than two decades of stagnation and silence, feeling a bit gloomy.