Modern Cultivation : The Strongest Couple Bonded by Vampire System-Chapter 693: Society Class at Proxima

"Well, do you expect the prince to come by himself?" Alex replied with a smile. "Don’t think you’re the only one he cooperates with, Kael."

Kael’s gaze turned cold for a moment, then returned to normal.

"I see," Kael said. "Let’s get back to the topic. How does the prince plan to back me? I need more votes."

Kael could feel it. Sending Alex was a warning from Saryx.

If he didn’t show his value, or if he failed, he would be thrown away. Saryx had other people he could support.

Kael had checked Alex and Mingyue’s backgrounds when creating their IDs. The result baffled him.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t track them. Their backgrounds were solid, yet mysterious at the same time.

They had records of growing up on a rural planet with a cultivation culture, then suddenly disappearing for many years before appearing here.

That alone wasn’t strange. Cultivators vanished all the time to train.

But for cultivators from a rural area, and with Kael’s resources, the fact he couldn’t find a single trace of them during those missing years was what bothered him.

"Didn’t you bring all these immigrants here to help you?" Alex said. "The number coming is almost ten percent compared to the total population on Centauri."

Alex had checked the numbers on the way here.

More than half the population on Centauri didn’t even vote. So ten percent was a huge help.

Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Ten percent is not ten percent."

"I know," Alex said. "But it’s a ten percent block you can win."

Kael didn’t deny it.

Alex continued, "As long as you give them real benefits, you already win half their vote. You just need to secure a bit more from the locals."

"Seems you’ve done your research," Kael replied.

Alex flicked his bracelet terminal and projected a small display in the air between them.

"Proxima’s voting system is unique," Alex said. "It’s not one person, one vote. It’s weighted."

Mingyue listened quietly, eyes on the projection.

"The citizen bracelet is part of it," Alex continued. "It tracks residency time, contribution, tax bracket, service points, and security rating. The richer and more ’useful’ you are, the more weight your vote has."

Kael sighed. "So you understand the problem. This ten percent will barely let me compete under this system."

"Yes," Alex said. "Which is why immigrants alone won’t win you the seat."

He tapped again, and the projection shifted.

Two names appeared. Kael’s and his competitor’s.

"Your main opponent is Lord Marcellus Veyne."

Mingyue’s eyes narrowed. "Veyne?"

Kael answered. "Old-money family, with a genius cultivator as the patriarch. The main family is located in the capital. The patriarch’s daughter married into the royal family, giving them huge authority and influence over the inner-city guilds."

Alex nodded. "The anti-immigrant bloc. They won’t vote for you even if you give them everything, because they don’t want you to win. But they barely represent twenty percent of the voting power."

Kael’s fingers tapped the armrest. "I know that already. Tell me what Saryx can give me."

Alex smiled. "Straight to the point."

Kael’s gaze sharpened. "Let’s stop wasting time. I already prepared what you asked, but I don’t see how it helps."

Other than creating IDs, Alex had also asked Kael to register a company under his name here.

Alex didn’t argue. "Fine. Send me the company information."

Mingyue stayed quiet. She didn’t like this kind of topic. Planning, politics, backstabbing. She hated it.

She preferred to fight directly and end it fast.

Alex started reviewing the information while explaining his plan.

"First, immigrants," Alex said. "They’re almost ten percent of Centauri’s voting population if we count those who register in time. At a glance, because of the voting system, it looks small. But we still have time to raise their weight."

Kael’s tone stayed calm. "I already planned housing and contracts."

"Good," Alex said. "But that’s not enough. An average worker only gives you five to ten value per person. We need far more to make them useful in the vote."

Kael’s eyes narrowed. "And how would you do it?"

Alex lifted his wrist and opened his bracelet interface. A projection unfolded, showing Centauri’s voting structure.

He tapped the first layer.

"This is the average value I calculated based on occupation."

A column of categories appeared, each with a range.

Resident Worker: 5–10

Skilled Technician: 12–25

Licensed Specialist: 20–40

Union Core Member: 30–60

Registered Merchant: 40–80

Corporation Owner: 150–300

Senior Researcher: 120–220

Academy Instructor: 80–160

Military Officer: 80–200

Mingyue leaned closer, eyes narrowing as she read.

Kael didn’t react. He already knew the gist of it.

Alex swiped again.

A second panel appeared, separate from the rest.

Cultivator Votes.

Transcendent Stage: 90–160

Immortal Stage: 200–500

"This should be our secret weapon," Alex said. "Cultivation realms above Spiritual Transformation give more voting power, but there’s another factor. Age."

Alex tapped the panel, showing the formula Proxima used, and the calculated result.

Immortal Realm, under 200 years old: 1,000,000,000,000

Kael’s eyes narrowed, surprised at the value. A single person’s vote counted like a billion votes.

That vote alone could secure him a win.

On Proxima, the population was about twenty-five billion, counting the incoming immigrants.

Since most of them didn’t vote, they were fighting over the votes of about ten billion people.

A billion votes was like ten percent of the whole voting pool.

But reaching the Immortal Realm before two hundred years old would be monstrous.

Kael had only reached that realm after five hundred years, and he was already considered a once-in-millennia genius.

Mingyue’s gaze sharpened. "So age matters."

"Potential matters," Alex said. "The Empire doesn’t care about your past. It cares about what you can become."

Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly. "That kind of person won’t stay on a planet like this. And I doubt they even exist."

"Yes," Alex said. "I only showed it so you understand the scale."

He tapped again.

"Our real goal is here."

Union Core Member: 30–60

Registered Merchant: 40–80

Corporation Owner: 150–300

Senior Researcher: 120–220

Kael spoke. "I know some of them qualify for those, but there’s no more than five percent."

"Yes," Alex said. "That’s why I’ll turn them into that class."

He flicked the projection, and the immigrant block split into subgroups.

Unskilled arrivals: 70%

Trades and technicians: 20%

Licensed specialists: 7%

High-value candidates: 3%

Despite being called unskilled, in reality they still had skills. It was just that their skills didn’t carry much value on Proxima.

Kael’s gaze stayed steady. "High-value candidates? So the number is even smaller."