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Chapter 445: Historic Event

It was midday in the capital city, Solaria, and the city was as busy as usual.

Crowds of people rushed through the streets, weaving between floating buses that glided silently along their routes without wheels, their sleek bodies reflecting the afternoon sun.

Workers in crisp suits hurried into massive skyscrapers that pierced the sky, their glass facades glittering like jewels.

Others streamed out of office buildings, heading to lunch at the countless restaurants that lined the boulevards, their outdoor seating filled with animated conversations and the clink of cutlery.

Solaria was the pivotal point of the entire continent—the capital in every sense of the word. It was a hub for business, entertainment, finance, and politics.

There was never a moment when it wasn’t busy, when the streets weren’t filled with the constant hum of activity.

But today, there was one particular place that was statistically more busy than usual.

In front of a large, imposing building that screamed importance and authority—the kind of structure that clearly belonged to the government, with its towering columns and official seals—a massive crowd had gathered.

They were behind barricades, hundreds upon hundreds of people. More than a thousand, easily.

They pressed against the barriers, waving signs and banners, their voices rising and falling in waves of sound that echoed off the surrounding buildings.

"LADY NADIA! LADY NADIA!"

"PEACE WILL REIGN!"

"HUMANS AND DEMI-HUMANS SHOULD UNITE!"

Signs with these messages and more were held high, their bearers cheering enthusiastically.

Some had painted their faces with the colors of both worlds. Others wore matching shirts with slogans printed across the front.

They looked like fans at a concert, waiting for their favorite performer to appear.

But on the other side of the barricades, there was another group.

These faces were twisted with anger, their signs bearing different messages.

"SEND THEM BACK! SEND THEM BACK!"

"DEMI-HUMANS DON’T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!"

"WE DON’T WANT THIS! WE NEVER WANTED THIS!"

Police officers in riot gear stood between the two groups, their faces tense, their hands raised in calming gestures that seemed to have little effect.

The chants from both sides grew louder, more aggressive, clashing in the air like opposing armies preparing for battle.

It was an equal mix—joy and anger, hope and fear, peace and hostility.

And right in the middle of it all, at the front of the building itself, a red carpet stretched from the curb to the grand entrance.

Black cars pulled up one after another, and from them emerged men and women in sharp suits, their faces set in expressions of stern professionalism.

They walked the red carpet with measured steps, ignoring the cameras flashing on either side, the chants of the crowd—ignoring everything except the building ahead.

Diplomats. Officials. Representatives from both the human realm and the demi-human worlds.

Photographers captured every moment, their cameras clicking in rapid succession.

Media outlets had set up along the sides, their reporters speaking urgently into microphones, broadcasting every second of this historic event to the entire world.

With all of this happening, it was obvious that this was not a small gathering.

This was history in the making.

And in the middle of the crowd, pushing his way through the press of bodies, was Mika.

He was wearing a sharp, well-tailored suit, dark fabric that fit him perfectly, his hair slicked back from his face.

He looked handsome—more than handsome, really. Several of the girls in the crowd had completely forgotten the event they had come to support, their attention instead fixed on the young man who had somehow materialized among them.

But Mika wasn’t paying attention to any of that.

He had a confused, almost bewildered expression on his face as he looked around at the massive crowd.

This...was not what he had expected.

Yesterday, Nadia had sent him the address, told him to dress smartly, mentioned something about a formal event.

He had assumed it was a party—some gathering where she needed a companion, perhaps a quiet dinner where she didn’t want to be alone.

He had not expected this.

To even reach this area, he had passed through four separate security checks.

Each one had required him to present identification, to verify his identity, to explain his purpose.

The traffic had also been a nightmare—the entire district was cordoned off, streets closed, detours everywhere. He had ended up parking his scooter several blocks away and walking the rest of the way.

And now he was stuck in a crowd of over a thousand people, being pushed and jostled, trying to figure out how to get inside a building that was clearly sealed tighter than a military installation.

He knew some of the people walking the red carpet.

He recognized faces—diplomats he had seen in passing, officials whose names appeared in the news.

They were all extremely important individuals, the kind of people who shaped inter-realm policy, who negotiated treaties and brokered deals that affected millions of lives.

This wasn’t a party.

This was something much, much bigger.

Finally, unable to contain his confusion any longer, Mika turned to one of the girls who had been staring at him from the side.

She was young, probably a university student, with bright eyes and a sign clutched to her chest that read "PEACE WILL RIEGN!"

"Excuse me." He said, his voice cutting through the noise. "Can I ask you a question?"

The girl startled, her face flushing bright red.

"Y-Yes? Of course! What is it?"

She was stammering, her words tumbling out in a rush. She hadn’t expected the handsome man she was sneaking glances at to suddenly speak to her.

Mika offered a charming smile, though his eyes were still searching the crowd, the building, the red carpet.

"I know this might sound strange, since I’m standing right here in the middle of everything..."

He gestured vaguely at the chaos around them.

"But can you tell me exactly what this event is?"

The girl blinked.

For a moment, she looked at him like he had just asked her what color the sky was.

How could anyone not know? It was everywhere—on the news, on social media, in every newspaper and broadcast.

But he seemed sincere. And he was handsome. So she decided to humor him.

"Oh! This is the Ten-Year Inter-Realm Coalition Meeting." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It’s the final meeting that will decide whether the coalition gets approved or not."

"They’ve been negotiating for ten years, and today is the last session. Everything comes down to this!"

Hearing this, Mika’s expression faltered.

His face went slack. His hand came up to cover his forehead as he let out a groan.

The girl noticed immediately, concern replacing her earlier embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you need some water? You look a bit pale. There’s a vendor just over there—"

Mika pulled himself together, forcing a charming smile onto his face.

"I’m fine, really. Just a small headache. Thank you for offering, though."

The girl’s cheeks flushed again. She ducked her head, smiling shyly, stealing glances at him from under her lashes.

But Mika’s attention had already turned inward.

He slouched against the barricade, suddenly feeling very, very tired.

The Ten Year Inter-Realm Coalition Meeting.

He knew exactly what that meant.

After all, this wasn’t just any coalition meeting—this was the coalition meeting.

The biggest one since peace had been established twenty-five years ago.

A total of seventy-eight major realms were collaborating with the human realm in this agreement—each a superpower in its own right, each with resources and manpower that could shape the course of history.

If this deal went through, it would fundamentally change the world.

Trade would explode. Economies would surge. The cost of everyday goods would plummet because of the interspecies exchange.

New job opportunities would open up across every sector.

Safety would be guaranteed, with seventy-eight worlds backing up the security of one another.

The benefits were astronomical.

But if it failed?

Ten years of work. Ten years of negotiations, of compromises, of sleepless nights and endless meetings. All of it would be for nothing.

And Nadia—the woman who had spearheaded this entire project, who had dedicated a decade of her life to making it happen—would be devastated.

Mika knew all of this because he had watched her work on it.

From the very beginning, when it was just an idea scribbled on a notepad, to the countless drafts and revisions, to the endless diplomatic missions to worlds that were hostile, resistant, suspicious.

He had seen her fight for this. Believed in it with everything she had.

And today, it all came down to this.

If the coalition passed, it would change everything. The world would become a better place—more connected, more prosperous, more peaceful.

All those years of effort would pay off.

If it failed...

Mika didn’t want to think about that. Nadia would be devastated. And he would be devastated for her.

He had thought today would be a small, quiet dinner. A chance to spend time with her without any pressure.

Instead, he was standing outside the most important political event in a generation.

But at least he would get to spend time with Nadia.

That was something.

Now he just had to figure out how to actually get in.