Chapter Two: A Prophet Only Needs Seven Days

There was no machine room beyond the door, only a white corridor without a visible end. The walls displayed global voting records. Beside each name was a weight. Most ordinary people had 1. Celebrities, corporate leaders, and those who controlled communication channels ranged from thousands to tens of millions. Su Mi had 3. Zhao Heng had 47. Beside the name Gu Tingchuan stood the number 104,220,000. “A hundred million votes?” Su's voice chilled. “For one man?” “That's why the totals exceeded the population.” The impossible count from the first cycle finally made sense. “The System publishes weighted results and disguises them as individual votes.”