Today was April 2nd, 2025.

On this day humanity's 100 randomly selected Awakened were summoned by a ship-wide broadcast to the conference room on the third level. To avoid them getting lost, since few had bothered to study the layout of the ship, they were collectively led by a group of grunts who worked their hardest to neither look nor interact with their 'guests', treating them as if they were carrying the plague.

Damon and Felecia silently walked side by side. Both lost in their own thoughts about what was to come next, eventually arriving at the conference room.

A humongous roundtable had been prepared so that all 100 of them could take a random seat. The moment they did, a small terminal appeared in front of each one, displaying a white screen that automatically translated everything into the mother tongue of the one sitting down.

Suddenly Ambrose popped up from seemingly nowhere with a wide, toothy grin. Seeing the long, prominent canines that were practically a trademark of the Vampire species, many couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

"Greetings, 'noble' human Awakened. Your beloved Overseer, I, have come here to guide you through the relatively simple process of selecting your Prime Representative." Ambrose began with a clap of his hands.

He then appeared behind Damon's seat and clutched each side of the headrest, his smile not changing in the slightest.

"All you have to do is select from the various candidates listed before you on the terminal as to who you wish to lead your species. It's really that easy. You can begin at any time."

The various humans stayed silent, warily looking to their left and right. They did not know who to choose when the choice was thrust before them, and they seemed a bit hesitant to make a wrong decision. Most looked around, hoping to see who the others selected and decide based off that.

Seeing their hesitation, Ambrose let out a sigh. He released Damon's chair and folded his arms behind his back.

"I, Ambrose Bloodwarren, have initiated almost 200 species into the IUAS during my lifetime. I have witnessed all types methods of selecting a Prime Representative. So my advice here is gathered from my experience during those many times."

Ambrose raised a finger. "Most species that have succeeded in the early stages did so because they elected their Prime Representative based on one criterion. Their power!"

Ambrose shrugged lazily. "Naturally I don't mean the power that comes from stats, wealth or their social standing or importance to their respective species, but the power of their Abilities. Assuming haven't been idling around and done your research, you should already be aware of the value of Abilities in our universe."

Hearing this, the eyes of the listening humans darted to Xela, Damon and Felicia, in that order due to their seating. The teenager girl quickly shook her head profusely, indicating that she did not want such a burden, though many had already ruled her out due to her young age.

The lass had so many years ahead of her to cause trouble, so why would she throw it away to take on such a huge responsibility?

As such, the eyes of those present focused on Damon and Felicia who were seated comfortably and confidently. Gazes flicked between the two of them, wondering if the beautiful and intelligent woman or the well-mannered and shrewd looking man was better suited to lead them.

They all had their own prejudices based on their origin and upbringing. Some felt disgusted at the idea of being led by a woman, while others shook their heads at the idea of letting a dark-skinned fellow rule over humanity.

However, those who had already made the agreement beforehand shared a look and selected their choice. They directly voted for Damon without any suspense as they had agreed, including Felicia herself.

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As for the other scattered votes, they did not amount to anything. Damon did not need something like 51% of the votes like in some electoral states of the world. A simple numerical majority was more than enough.

The final votes were something like;

Damon - 26 votes

Felicia - 17 votes

Xela - 9 votes

Etc…

Ambrose clapped his hands once the final person cast their vote and the ship's AI immediately displayed the result. With a laugh, he clutched Damon's headrest once more and spoke with slightly narrowed eyes.

"A wise choice for your budding species! Now that the Prime Representative has been chosen, his first task is to perform two symbolic acts! One is to decide the foreign policy of your species within the IUAS and the second is to make a one-time mental broadcast to your species informing them of whatever he wishes!"

"I will now hand over the foreign policy document to your Prime Representative, Damon Arnan, so that he may choose the path forward for you all!" Ambrose spoke as he practically skipped around, handing the various items to Damon.

His sudden joviality threw everyone off, making them wonder why the Vampire was so happy. The ones who had participated in the meeting, simply assumed that the Overseer was eleated because he was about to enslave the human species, which was why he kept talking about foreign policy and all that.

Damon himself was most baffled, as Ambrose had clearly stated that the Vampire species would not allow themselves to be dragged down foolishly. He could only assume that their Overseer was looking forward to watch a good show.

Whatever the case, Damon had already decided on a plan forward and no amount of theatrics was going to push him off it. As the elected Prime Representative, he took the document and started writing down his ideas in a quick and neat fashion. Ambrose watched like a hawk over his shoulder, making the others begin to sweat.

However, when they saw that Damon was done and Ambrose was merely showing an expression of interest, they couldn't help but wonder why the Vampire had yet to attack. Was Ambrose an illiterate... or had Damon betrayed them?

Hold on, what language did the vampires use? How did they write?

Damon and Felicia already knew that the Universe Will unified all language in the universe, whether written or spoken. The moment you awoke and saw the menu screen, you would be able to speak all languages in the universe subconsciously.

Damon then placed the pen down and gazed at the rest with a thoughtful smile. Ambrose took over and picked up the treaty. He looked it over once, twice, and three times, his smile widening each time he finished.

"Now this… this is exciting. Your Prime Representative has identified the problem plaguing your fledgling species and has prematurely culled it for your own good. However, I don't think many people within your species and especially those in the universe will be big fans of this type of foreign policy."

Ambrose commented with a chuckle, before he threw the document into a terminal, which digitized it and recorded it. Then, the details were displayed before the rest of the humans, at the same time.

-- The foreign policy of the Human species shall be that of Xenophobia. No non-human or even half-human entities are allowed within Earth's solar system within the first 20 years.

-- No human is allowed to privately contract any foreign entity, be they a company, group or person without the express validation and permission of the Human Embassy led by the Prime Representative.

-- All humans are to enter the world of Essence with their real bodies, regardless of reason. Anyone found in violation of this rule shall be dealt with according to the Grade 1 laws of the IUAS.

-- All Awakened of the human species belong first and foremost to the human species as a financial asset.

After reading up to here, the faces of many people changed as they stared at Damon with a look of incomprehension. What the hell did he mean by this? While most were aware that there was some trouble given how they came in, they did not understand his motives.

Not allowing non-humans physically near them for 20 years was fine, and many even agreed in their hearts regardless of their political disposition.

The problem was that humans were not allowed to make their own decisions and had to be vetted by him?

What the hell was that? Of course, no one would agree to that!

Even worse, what the heck did he mean by all humans had to enter Essence with their real bodies lest they suffer punishment?!

Did he expect people's grandfathers and grandmothers to run around beating monsters and acquiring stats with their walking sticks?

Putting aside the moral and ethical violations, this clause had, at least, make an exception for children and the elderly!!

Before anyone could spew venom from their mouths, Ambrose spoke up. "Now, these terms will be released to the rest of your species through broadcast, as well as what the Prime Representative stands for and what will happen next."

Ambrose folded his arms behind his back and walked over to the terminal, taking out a strange-looking helmet.

"Since your Mentality stats are at the bottom, you cannot connect to the broadcast terminal remotely. You'll have to use this Mental Receptor Helmet as an intermediary to carry your thoughts to the rest of your species."

He then plopped the helmet on Damon's head unceremoniously and switched it on.

"You can begin at any moment, the information about who you are, what you stand for, and what you just wrote has already been passed down to the rest of your species."