Cultivator vs. Galaxy: Rebirth in a World of Mechas-Chapter 63: Ch Passed
She gestured around the room, where many eyed Petrove with mocking expressions—like he was a fool for what he was saying, or for trying to stir them up.
"Look around, Council Member Petrove. Really look. The majority is on my side. Whether you accept it or not, when the vote happens, they’ll back me.
"As for whether the situation is exceptional—well, you said it yourself. It meets the second requirement under the 2003 Act. The support is clear.
"So yes, I do have the authority. And I will exercise it."
She never raised her voice. She didn’t need to. The weight of her words—firm, legal, certain—crushed Petrove. And everyone else thinking of causing trouble felt it too.
Council Member Petrove and his supporters were left speechless by the Goddess of Wisdom’s rebuttal.
Petrove had just opened his mouth to argue—but no words came out. He had nothing. No logic, no law, no argument to counter her, because she was right. The law she cited existed. It applied. And worse—he himself had acknowledged one of the very conditions required to invoke it.
Now she was using his own admission against him.
In the end, with nothing left to say, he could only point a trembling finger at her. "You... You’re playing with fire, Goddess of Wisdom. Many won’t be happy with such a sudden change."
She didn’t flinch. "Oh, now you’re concerned about moving too fast? Have you forgotten? It’s my decision—not yours. And it’s my responsibility to ensure what’s passed here is accepted by the people.
"As for your worries—they’re misplaced. This technology will first be used to restructure our naval power. Only after that will it be adapted for internal defense. That way, people will feel safer—not threatened, as you seem to suggest."
She turned to the rest of the room.
"Now—no more delays. We begin the vote."
After speaking, the Goddess of Wisdom sat back in her seat beside her two sisters—the Goddess of War and the Goddess of Judgment.
With a snap of her fingers, a large holographic screen materialized behind her. Two words appeared on it: IN FAVOUR (in blue, on the left) and NOT IN FAVOUR (in red, on the right). Beneath them, a bar graph was displayed, with blue and red columns ready to reflect the outcome.
At the same time, smaller rectangular holographic screens appeared in front of each of the nearly one hundred council members. Each screen presented two options: a blue button labeled In Favour, and a red one labeled Not In Favour. Beneath both options was a paused countdown timer set to ten seconds.
For the first time since the session began, the Goddess of Judgment spoke, her voice echoing across the chamber.
"Now, the voting will begin. On my count: three... two... one... go."
The countdown started.
Ten seconds. That’s all they had. Every member cast their vote without hesitation. Not one dared abstain—punishment awaited those who failed to participate. In the Federation Council, neutrality was not an option. You were either for or against. And with a matter this critical, missing the vote could carry severe consequences.
No one hesitated.
As the final second ticked down, the votes locked in.
The Goddess of Judgment struck the table with her ceremonial hammer.
"The vote is now complete. Let us see whether the motion has passed, and if it has gained the support required to activate Special Act 2003
Behind the three goddesses, the large holographic screen came alive. Both vote counters were at zero—In Favour on the left, Not In Favour on the right.
Then the numbers began to shift.
In a fraction of a second, the In Favour count jumped from 1 to 16, then surged to 44 as 28 more votes were added. Another wave followed—18 more votes stacked on top of that. The count climbed steadily, relentlessly. On the right side, the Not In Favour column also began to rise, but it quickly fell behind. It hit 11... and stopped.
Meanwhile, the In Favour votes kept rising—63... then 70... then finally, it settled at 76.
The final tally: 76 votes in favour, 24 against.
It was unmistakable. The mandate had passed—and not just by a simple majority. Over 75% had voted in support, with less than 25% opposed.
And there was more to it than raw numbers.
In the Federation Council, all members held voting rights, but not all votes were equal. Some council members—those with Rank 1 clearance—held roles of greater authority. Their votes carried more weight. For every standard vote worth one point, a Rank 1 superior vote counted as two.
Factoring in that weighted system, the result wasn’t just a clear win—it was an overwhelming mandate. The Special Act of 2003 wasn’t just activated. It was launched with full institutional force and unmistakable legitimacy.
This result also proved one thing beyond doubt: the Goddess of Wisdom had been right to invoke Special Act 2003 under these conditions.
With the mandate passed so decisively, any remaining dissent was rendered powerless. Those who had opposed the measure now had no ground left to stand on—no room to question the legitimacy of the process any further.
The Goddess of Judgment raised her ceremonial hammer and struck the table once more with a sharp, echoing bang. The sound cut through the chamber, snapping everyone’s attention away from the glowing results on the holographic screen and back to her.
"I hereby declare," she announced, her voice commanding and clear, "that the mandate has passed with overwhelming support. This confirms not only the will of the Council, but also the justified and lawful use of Special Act 2003. This was no act of whim—it was an act of wisdom, grounded in law and necessity."
She paused, letting her words settle over the room.
"Now, I will read the breakdown of the vote."
The screen shifted again, now displaying names and groups. She continued.
"All God-Pilots—a total of 18—voted in favour. Given their status, their votes carry double weight, bringing their actual voting power to 36.
"Next, the Celestial Designers—28 votes, also unanimously in favour. Their votes too are doubled, adding another 56 weighted votes.
"Following them, the Grand Admirals. Sixteen in total, all in favour. With their votes also counting double, that’s 32 more."
And so the Goddess of Wisdom recited the breakdown, listing every faction and their alignment, making it unmistakably clear where support had come from—and who had stood in opposition.
Seventy-six in favour. Twenty-four not in favour.
"These numbers will not be recorded like any ordinary vote," declared the Goddess of Judgment. "Because of their significance—not just in percentage, but in what they mean for the future—they will be enshrined in the Hall of the Council. Every member of the Federation shall see them, and every generation to come will remember the names of those who stood for this proposal. Let it be sealed into history."
Her words sent a wave of astonishment through the chamber.
Most council members were pleased—even proud. They understood the weight of what had just happened. This was no ordinary mandate. It was a turning point, a foundational shift. And their names would now be etched into Federation history. For many, this wasn’t just a policy victory—it was legacy. Their descendants would know that their ancestors helped shape the future.
But not all shared in that pride.
The 24 who had voted against sat in cold silence, their faces tight with anger—or worse, regret. They knew what was coming. Their votes would be public. Their refusal to support the measure would be remembered. Ridiculed. Used against them.
Some already felt the sting of consequences. Others began to grasp what they had lost—not just political ground, but honor, respect, and opportunity. And the most painful part? They couldn’t take it back.
The moment had passed. The vote was sealed.
And regret, now, was just another wound.
Confirmed Contents of the Passed Proposal:
First:
With the passing of this proposal, Mr. William Velhart and his companion are hereby officially recognized as Federation members, initially assigned Tier 12 common status, with full rights to rise in rank based on merit and contribution—just as any standard Federation citizen.
Second:
Mr. Velhart shall be granted the title of Warlord unconditionally. This title will carry the same authority and privileges as it does for any other Federation member who seeks and earns it.
There shall be no additional terms, obligations, or limitations tied to this title.
Third:
In recognition of Mr. Velhart’s extraordinary contribution to the Federation—namely, the gift of two Tier-7 warships along with their complete blueprints and full technology transfers—
a contribution of immense military and scientific value, both in present power and future research potential—
Mr. Velhart shall be awarded an honorary Tier 1 status and granted a Superior Council Chair seat.
This elevation in status is a direct reward chosen and confirmed by the three Goddesses—of Wisdom, War, and Judgment—who acknowledge that his gift is immense, and that his personal request was far too modest compared to what he gave.