When the New Empire was first established and the Constitution was drafted, Baiyi did not even want the final say. Although he had accepted the suggestion of becoming the Emperor and Supreme Commander of the New Empire, as the only True God of the New World, Baiyi, who had absolute control over the entire world, did not want to be involved in the complicated political affairs. All he wanted to do was watch from the sidelines and enjoy the joy of raising a daughter.
However, some ambitious people suggested, "You can't do that. You know the drawbacks of a parliamentary system, right? It's too inefficient. You don't want the New World to end up like that, do you? "
Baiyi thought about it for a moment and realized that it made sense. Sometimes, it was necessary for someone to take the blame, so he recited a few lines of a poem in his mind and agreed to it. Then, he agreed to not participate in any of the meetings. Instead, he would let the Senate collect all the controversial issues and report them to him.
In the beginning, the entire country was relatively simple. Everyone was also very passionate, and there were not many things that required his participation. Most of the time, he was still playing the role of a mascot. He would only attend a meeting once a season and answer a few not-so-difficult questions.
However, as the country grew bigger, the population increased, and the structure became more and more complicated, causing more problems to arise. Hence, there were more and more topics that required him to make a decision in time. The frequency of his attendance increased from once a quarter to once a month, then once a week, and it was about to be once a day …
The issues that required Baiyi's participation increased in complexity, and the number of issues that required his participation increased. The 'yes'/'no' questions became multiple-choice questions, and the level of difficulty skyrocketed. Sometimes, there were even short-answer questions that required the Councilors to kneel on the ground. "Oh Almighty Emperor, we can't handle this! Use your invincible Authority to think of a solution!"
The most difficult questions were the short-answer questions, and most of them were problems that had to be solved, such as the plague. Solving such problems would require a lot more time and effort than satisfying the simple wishes of his believers. Every time he solved a question, Baiyi would have to spend a lot of time and effort to maintain the basic Laws of the New World.
Fortunately, such problems were rare, and as the country's technology improved, the frequency of such problems decreased.
Finally, there were the necessary diplomatic activities with other worlds, religious activities that he had to attend, and academic activities that he really wanted to participate in. Even though he had delegated a lot of his responsibilities, he was no longer as carefree as he used to be. He could not even remember the last time he had a meal with his daughters, let alone raising them at home.
All in all, the New Empire was growing faster and faster under Baiyi's care. However, he was also getting busier and busier, and he did not know when he would be free. Most importantly, he did not know who would be willing to take over his position. His daughter was still too young, and his other students did not even think about taking over his position.
He did look for the Old Clown, only to be greeted by a round of gloating mockery.
"You want me to take your seat? Are you crazy? I'm a tycoon right now. I can spend as much money as I want. I can spend whatever I want. If I don't like spending, I can buy a game company. If I'm bored, I can play with my cute granddaughters. I can also take in some students who are more obedient and sensible than you. Hahahahaha! "
The Old Clown was now filthy rich, thanks to the gifts from Baiyi and his other students. He was also the Emperor's teacher, the former Emperor, and one of the founding fathers of the Empire. His status was high, and he was respected by all. His life was much more comfortable than Baiyi's.
When the accident happened, Baiyi was sitting on his throne with his feet propped up on the table. He did not pay attention to what the Councilors were saying. Instead, he was thinking about a more complicated problem.
He was currently in his armor form. Ever since he had given the Voidwalkers a physical body with Void Energy, he could change his form with just a thought. However, everyone was more used to his armor form, so he still used it in public and in front of outsiders. He only used his human form when he was at home.
Of course, when the three Grunts Piggies were looking for a thrill, Baiyi could even transform into a tentacle monster.
Sitting beside Baiyi was the dragon-lady, Aya. As the Fourth Queen, it was her duty to accompany the highest leader of the Voidwalkers during the council meetings. She was dressed in a beautiful gown, and she looked like a gentle wife and loving mother.
Speaking of Aya, she had not been happy for the past few years. It was not because she was bullied, but because she never had a baby. Mordred was, after all, an adopted child. Although Baiyi had tried his best to minimize reproductive isolation when he first wrote down the World Law, Aya still did not react to the fact that all three Grunts had daughters. She had even suggested to Baiyi that she should try to have a baby in her dragon form, but Baiyi had mercilessly rejected her. Ever since then, this had been a knot in her heart.
Out of sympathy, the three Grunts gave Aya the task of accompanying Baiyi in the council meetings. They took on the responsibilities of diplomacy and managing the family business, which gave Aya more time to spend with Baiyi.
Of course, only the women knew if they had pushed the responsibility to the dragon-lady because it was too boring.
"Dear, it's about to begin," Aya suddenly poked Baiyi's waist and whispered.
Baiyi shifted his gaze to the podium. The layout of the Imperial House of Representatives was similar to that of a theater, and the audience was seated around the podium. Those who wished to speak would go to the center, and those who wished to oppose would go to the center as well. Everyone debated passionately and fought for votes.
The Senator, who was speaking in the center, looked as strong as an ox. He had already flipped to the last page of his thick script, and his proposal was about tax increases or decreases for more than ten products, which was why it took a long time to finish.
"That's all for my speech. I've already presented more detailed information to you." A copy of his proposal appeared on the magical screen in front of every Senator, and at the end, he said, "Now, it's time for the opponent to step forward." With that, he took off his suit, which was bulging with muscles, and untied his tie.
The objector also stood up at this time. He was a bearded, fierce-looking guy with a murderous look. He was as strong as a bear. He casually waved the document in his hand and said in a clear voice, "I'm not as noisy as you, chatterbox. I don't need to say anything. I've already sent my objections to you. You can see for yourselves."
Another proposal appeared on the screen in front of every Senator, and an AI program helped to summarize and highlight the differences between the two proposals, so that the Senators could better understand the demands of both sides.
The bear-like Senator took off his shirt as he walked to the center of the room, revealing his rock-hard muscles.
"Haha, you're just a brainless brute. You have no idea why I'm wasting my time on this speech. I'm trying to put you down!" The bull-like councilman said, hopping toward his opponent with an eager expression.
"I'll buy that bull-like guy. One," Baiyi whispered to Aya from the podium.
The dragon-lady quickly took out her phone and began to place her bets. "Why the smaller one?"
"The odds are high. It's exciting," Baiyi replied casually.
Just as Aya finished placing her bet, a soft 'ding' suddenly rang out in the hall. Then, the two members of parliament with strong physiques put on a full display of martial arts in front of everyone. The two of them exchanged punches and kicks, exchanging blows back and forth. The muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh could be heard throughout the hall, and the entire parliament instantly turned into a boxing ring.
About ten seconds later, Senator Bear landed a beautiful punch on the bull-like Senator's chin, knocking him unconscious. The medics, who had been waiting for a while, rushed to help the loser off the stage and began to treat him. The winner, on the other hand, raised his fist proudly and shouted, "Alright! Let's vote! "
The Senators, who had just recovered from the excitement of the boxing match, began to press the buttons on their desks and cast their votes. The big screen in the middle of the hall began to display the votes for both sides.
Unfortunately, in the end, the majority of the votes were for the amendment. Although Senator Xiong had won the boxing match, he had lost the motion. He left the venue dejectedly, mumbling to himself, "My beautiful KO didn't win over those neutral fence-sitters? What a bunch of unappreciative b * stards … "
In the beginning, the Empire did not use such barbaric and violent means to influence politics. Although there were times when arguments got too heated, it was still mostly a battle of words. However, when Baiyi attended one of the meetings, he saw the two sides quarreling like shrews, throwing leather shoes at each other. He thought it was ugly, so he said, "If we're going to fight, why don't we just go all out? With our current medical standards, do we really need to worry about someone dying? "
And so, the dark history of the Senate Brawl began …
After that, everyone felt that a fight was more exciting than a simple quarrel, and the winning side often won the votes of the neutral parties. However, a large-scale brawl was too ugly, so they decided to change it to a one-on-one fight, just like in an ice hockey game! And so, the strange scene that had been played out previously happened.
On one hand, it was to vent the emotions of the opposing sides, and on the other hand, it was to win more neutral votes. With the support of the powerful medical system, it would not cause a huge commotion, and it could also please the Emperor, who was bored to death from listening to the arguments on the stage. Thus, the fight gradually became a reserved topic.
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