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    ‘Feels good when things move smoothly,’ John thought while he walked out of the Fusion Capitol. In a pleasing disy of administrative efficiency, he had managed to organize an urgent, out-of-schedule meeting of the House of Commons. Despite it being on such short notice, everyone but two of the representatives managed toe in and discuss the Fusion Token Currency Act. It was passed onto the House of Exceptionals with minimal changes, who tended to it on the day directly following. In their case, the regr session was actually pushed back one day to make things line up optimally.


    The House of Exceptionals grilled John a lot more on how he expected this to work. Unsurprising, since that setting was a bit more familiar, thanks to the lower headcount and longsting nature of the membership. John said what he could in public. The suddenness of the meetings and subject matter discussed attracted journalists from all across the ce. John noticed a distinct swelling in interest from the global press, made evident by the breadth of ethnicities represented in the watcher’s area.


    Through a mixture of rhetoric and private talks during the breaks, he managed to get the House of Exceptionals to agree to the deal. It helped that they weren’t fundamentally opposed, they just wanted to know what was going on.


    With those two instances cleared, the entire thing was brought to the parliament on Friday, which was the only bit of all of this that was on the regr schedule, and voted in after just an hour of further discussions and thoughts. As John had hoped, there was pretty much universal agreement that a movement towards a currency they controlled and had intrinsic value was better than the mundane dor.


    ‘Dramar will like this news. Good proof that he was right in going with me… with Fusion as his pick.’ John tried to not think of the aplishments of his entire organization as his own. Given his position and proclivity for self-aggrandizement, he had both good reason to take a lion share of the credit and try to control himself. ‘I mean, I was the one who wrote that entire twenty page proposal in two hours… with Scarlett’s help… and it’s not like I am going to be the one to mint the coins or even design them. Still, this entire thing is going underway because I agreed to it and the Guild Hall is an extension of my power, so this is really all happening because of me. And Dramar.’


    While he wrestled with himself about how much credit he could reasonably assign to himself. He noticed that he was being approached. Silently, oddly enough, but not silent enough to forego the Gamer’s keen senses. Once the person was close enough to grab John’s sleeve, he could already feel the vibrations of the steps on the ground and the vibrations in the air. It may not have been as sharp as Beatrice’s, but his spatial awareness was still far above even most superhumans.


    Since neither of the two maids that were with him reacted to the approaching person, John’s quick mind already knew he was safe no matter what. ‘I don’t think I should let myself be seen getting surprised in public,’ he decided, knowing of all the journalists and politicians still around. Before the person could grab John by the shoulder, the Gamer turned around on his heels. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the hand with his own and began to shake it. Then his eyes registered who he was talking to, and in a friendly tone, he said, “Horace!” as if all of this waspletely normal.


    The House of Exceptional’s member had a frozen expression. It appeared the man had tried to get John by surprise. Perhaps it was an attempt of the man to prove to himself that he wasn’tpletely outssed. Brawny, scarred and at level 70, he had been a big fish in what was now the federal state of the Meltpot. He could have snuck up to whoever he wanted in thend he had previously dominated. John could break his hand if he decided to intensify the grip of their one-sided handshake. Squeezing just a little bit, he reminded Horace that he was supposed to talk as well.


    “Mister President,” the state representative then blurted. “Uhm… may I… have a word?”


    “Of course,” the Gamer responded, having half an idea where this was going. “It’s getting a bit colder these days, but there have been some evergreens installed on sections of the garden. We might as well have a look.” ‘Keep untrustworthy people from following us. Journalists, mostly, but House of Commons members and most Exceptionals as well,’ he sent an order to Aclysia and Beatrice. ‘You know who we can trust.’


    ‘Of course, Master,’ Aclysia answered. She and Beatrice followed the two men for a little while, then stopped at the entrance of the gardens.


    The nts that covered the terrace of Fusion’s Capitol had lost much of their green. It was October and the leaves turned to a yellow coat that would soon tumble to the dirt and the stone paths that led through the gardens. An armada of gardeners ran through every day to make sure those that did indeednd on the pathways were swept away as soon as possible. It was a highly controlled environment.


    “Out of interest, what did you try to aplish there?” John asked, once he was sure they weren’t being followed.


    “I… just wanted to know if I could do it,” Horace admitted and hung his head. Not in shame, John knew what shame looked like, more disappointment. The man was getting used to being a smaller fish, but it was clear he had preferred it when he wasn’t surrounded by much more powerful people. John couldn’t me him. Knowing what it felt like to lose control over his surroundings, he sympathized.


    “You can’t, not if you target me,” the Gamer gave it to him straight. Then he tried to build him up again. “You are still one of the one hundred most powerful people in this federation. Not necessarily when ites tobat, but when youbine personal might and political influence, you are doubtlessly important. Fusion isn’t here to be a hindrance to you, Horace. It’s an opportunity to be more than a local warlord.”


    “Right…” Horace sounded partly convinced, which was good enough for John. With any luck, those words would seep in and make him a truly valuable asset. More likely was that he would be another person that held office, just continuing the system without really harming or contributing to it.


    The fragrance of pines enveloped them when they stepped into an area dedicated to these needle-wearing trees. They weren’t of the regr,rge tree variety. Thergest of those around were the size of Christmas trees, but most were closer to a potted nt. Simr to bonsai, even those small trees looked like the fully grown variant in shape. It was a semi-rare variant that John had imported. Gnome had suggested getting them, having seen them on the Abyss Auction. Together with Undine, she had made sure they settled into their new environment without issue.


    John wasn’t about to start an exotic collection on top of the roof. A cab of curiosities wasn’t what he wanted to take his political strolls through. Beautiful flowers and healthy nts served the image he aimed tomunicate much better. Something like this, which was only somewhat unusual, he epted happily.


    “What would you have done if you had caught me by surprise, by the way?” John asked another question. He wanted to read the scarred man a bit more. To the Gamer, Horace was a representative of a certain ss of people. Those that had done well in the old anarchy, but were hesitatingly epting of the new order.


    “Why are you asking, Mister President?” Horace returned the question with a slight bit of nervousness in his voice.


    “Pure curiosity,” John returned. A shallow answer, but not a lie. “You’re not in any trouble, I assure you. I swear on my honour.”


    Horace rxed visibly, which was already a fantastic tell that he thought the Gamer’s honour was worth something. Raising his hand to his neck, the member of the Exceptionals fixed his tie. “I would have done nothing. I just wanted to know if I could do it. That’s really all there is to it.”


    ‘Interesting.’ John made a mental note and then swerved the conversation over to the proper topic. “So, you have a report for me regarding the task I set you to?”


    “Yes,” Horace answered firmly. With hisposure regained and John showing himself forgiving, their conversation was now running along smoothly. “It took me a while, but I managed to arrange a meeting.”


    “Already?” The Gamer was genuinely pleased with that news. ‘Today just keeps on giving.’ A month ago, he had asked for Horace to organize a get-together of the people controlling the area between Florida and the rest of Fusion. All of the small fries that were yet to be conquered and John wanted to give the choice to make this easier on everyone before he sent in Metra along other army elements.


    Since Horace had contacts among those small guild leaders, he had been the logical person to put to the task. Given how little sess John had had in the task in organizing any grand meetings, he had expected this to take until the next year at least. He would have been happy to concentrate on internal development and dealing with the remaining organized societies around him in the meantime. Now that he was given the opportunity, he would be happy to get it out of his way earlier.


    Horace smiled, evidently happy to have managed to surprise John in at least one way. “Yes. I had to call in some favours and make some threats, but it worked out. Every major yer in the region has agreed toe to this meeting… on some conditions.”


    “I expected as much. I guess they want me toe alone?” John asked.


    “…Not exactly,” Horace said carefully, as if he was about to upset John, “just without Metra.”


    “That makes sense,” John nodded, “anything else?”


    “You aren’t bothered by this?” Horace wondered.


    “Not really, no.” John raised an eyebrow. “What? I might be possessive and protective when ites to my girls, but I’m not unreasonable. Metra was the blunt tool that I sent into the area to break resistance. That people would expect me to keep her from attending a meeting that’s supposed to be peaceful can be expected, really.” He extended his hand and brushed over the sturdy needles of a nearby tree. “She wouldn’t think it particrly fun anyway. Lovable berserker that she is.”


    Horace grumbled something that sounded vaguely insulting and stopped immediately when John looked in his direction. The tension was back. John realized that it was his fault this time. He was staring a bit too intently. There was no hostile intent on his part, but Horace was still oversensitive to stepping on the Gamer’s toes.


    “Anything else?” John repeated in a calm tone.


    “They demand that you show respect when you arrive at the meeting, otherwise they will walk right on out of there,” Horace continued.


    “They ‘demand’ respect, is it?” John hummed. “I will oblige them, I suppose. The strong do what they can while the weak suffer what they must. Something more?” He saw it in Horace’s eyes.


    “While they are fine with you bringing everyone but Metra, they want only you in the negotiation room.”


    “That so… tell me, is there anyone among them that would have the power to challenge me?” the Gamer wanted to know.


    “Not to my knowledge, no.” Horace shook his head. “If there was, I don’t think we all would have been left to our own devices. The bnce of power in the region was only disrupted when you took an interest in it.”


    “Then that is eptable as well.” John nodded, while nning a few precautionary measures. The teleports of his familiars were currently off cooldown, so he could conceivably walk into a trap and it would only cost him his mana and some HP to defend himself. Because of Gamer’s Body, he could walk into the proverbial fire ande out intact. Unless it was hellfire. “When is that meeting?”


    “If I get back to them right now, I could set it up for tomorrow,” Horace promised.


    “Do that then… No, actually,” John decided differently, “set it up for Monday. I want to have a rxed weekend and I need to organize other things.” ‘And I don’t want to give them too much respect,’ he thought. ‘They holdnd without any natural resources and are in my sphere of influence. No need to rush things and seem overeager to meet them.’


    “Monday then,” Horace agreed, once he was certain John wouldn’t change his mind again. “I’ll let you know time and ce as soon as possible.”


    “Do that. Good job, Horace,” the Gamerplimented and pat the older man on the shoulder.


    Their positions were clear.