Administrative Affairs

Devere's mind was still a mess.

He knew the Palatine District's current food reserves very well.

If the Logistics Department implemented the Governor's new laws as ordered,

the food supplies would be exhausted within a month.

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By then, the Logistics Department would be powerless and unable to keep functioning.

Every district would fall into hunger and chaos without food rations!

Devere took a deep breath and drove the chaotic thoughts from his mind.

The great and benevolent Governor was always right. That was beyond question!

All he could do was follow unconditionally.

He would carry out the Governor's orders resolutely and bring no shame upon his family.

Having made up his mind, he roared at his subordinates in the Logistics Department:

"What are you all standing around for? Didn't you hear the Governor's orders?

All Logistics Personnel are to join the rescue effort immediately. We cannot allow a single warrior to die for lack of timely treatment!"

"Yes!"

The Logistics Department personnel immediately came to their senses and swiftly organized themselves into the rescue teams.

Ari rushed over and grabbed Devere by the collar, demanding furiously, "Where is that warrior from just now? Where did you put him?!"

"Damn it!"

Devere remembered what had happened earlier.

A severely wounded, unconscious warrior had been tossed into a corpse transport as if he were dead.

The Governor had already issued new orders. If that warrior died because of the Logistics Department,

it would be a grave dereliction of duty!

Devere shoved Ari aside and sprinted to the transport vehicle.

He climbed aboard and, relying on his memory, found the warrior amid the filthy blood.

But the man had already stopped breathing.

"You can't die!"

Devere's heart leaped into his throat as he urged the rescue personnel, "Come save him, now!"

He desperately performed chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on the warrior.

After completing a round of emergency treatment, the man had regained a faint breath.

But his condition was terrible, and he could die at any moment.

Devere looked up at the rescue personnel and shouted hoarsely:

"He's not dead! I need a treatment injector! There's no time! Where is it?!"

Just as the warrior was about to die completely, Ari found a treatment injector in time.

"Catch!"

Panting heavily, he hurled it with all his strength.

The treatment injector cut through the air and landed in Devere's hand.

Hiss—

The injector pierced the warrior's neck, and the medicine took effect instantly.

The warrior's chest heaved as he drew in a sharp breath, then began coughing violently.

He was awake!

Devere was ecstatic. He turned, wanting to share the joy with the other warriors.

But when he saw their expressions, he shut his mouth and stepped aside, allowing the arriving warriors to take the man away.

He did not complain. He silently turned around and continued taking part in the rescue.

He had to carry out the task the Governor had assigned him.

The entire Pipeline Defense Zone was following the Governor's orders and actively conducting rescue operations.

Meanwhile, Ron, far away in the Spire office of the Palatine District, was caught in a state of anxiety.

Two hours earlier, he had gone to the Departmento Munitorum to learn about the Defense Force's situation, only to encounter the Pipeline Defense Zone's request for aid.

Yet the Departmento Munitorum had not dispatched any reinforcements.

According to their calculations, sacrificing half the Pipeline Defense Zone's Defense Force would be enough to eliminate those mutant aberrations!

There was simply no need to deploy the Palatine District's precious elite troops.

Ron was utterly numb at the thought.

If everyone died, how was he supposed to absorb the Power of Hope?

Besides, they were living people—warriors fighting for the Palatine District!

He immediately dispatched the Custodes as reinforcements, determined to reduce the casualties.

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Afterward, he ordered the Logistics Department to organize relief efforts.

Only then did he learn that the Logistics Department would indeed go to the battlefield—but they went there to collect corpses!

The Logistics Department's rescue teams had long since been disbanded. Their main task now was to "produce" and collect protein.

After learning what the Logistics Department had been doing and how the Defense Force was treated,

Ron only wanted to curse: What a damned world!

But he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Because if the Logistics Department had not done things this way, the Palatine District—and even the entire territory—would have collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, he was here now. There was still a chance to save things.

He had the Little Sun. He could turn all of this around!

Ron immediately abolished parts of the Protein Collection Protocol and ordered the Logistics Department to urgently form rescue squads.

At the same time, he sent Assault Gunships to stop the situation at once and notify all Logistics Personnel on site, resolving the conflict.

By now, all the Assault Gunships had completed their missions and returned.

Feeling the Power of Hope slowly rising, Ron knew the rescue mission had gone well and that the Defense Force had been successfully placated.

This rescue operation had earned him nearly twenty thousand Power of Hope!

The rescue operation had succeeded, but it had consumed most of the precious medical supplies in Spire Mansion's treasury.

But for the sake of the Power of Hope, he could not worry about that.

In one week, it would be the "Ascension Day of the Emperor." He had to eliminate every possible hidden danger and ensure the ceremony went smoothly.

All Ron could do now was pray that no mutant tide or other crisis would occur in the coming days.

He no longer had the resources to carry out another rescue.

Ron forced himself to deal with the mountains of administrative work, then pressed them again about the restoration progress of the Holy Icons, ordering them to finish everything before the ceremony.

Faced with the mountain of documents, he felt utterly exhausted.

Handling government affairs really was torture. No wonder the original owner had dumped it all on his steward, Bayev.

He was only governing the Upper Hive of a single planetary Hive City, with several million people, and it was already this exhausting.

How exhausting must it have been for those High Lords governing tens or even millions of worlds?

They possessed the most advanced technology to enhance their bodies and had endless lifespans, yet they still could not withstand it and worked themselves to death!

Terrifying!

At that thought, Ron seemed to see a miserable future and could not help shuddering.

Once things stabilized, he would leave this work to Bayev.

Ron decided he should treat him better in the future and strengthen his personal protection. Anyone capable of working was a treasure!

Old Ba, you've worked hard!

After forcing himself to read a few more documents, Ron finally could not hold on any longer.

His head felt as if it had been filled with lead, and stars danced before his eyes.

This was miserable. He had transmigrated and still had to work overtime!

With tears in his eyes, he gulped down a dose of supplement, and his muddled mind became clear again.

Alright, back to work!

Ron spurred himself on and buried his head in the documents once more.

He received an important document from the Departmento Munitorum.

It stated that the Defense Force's regimental commander and staff officer had unfortunately died in the mutant attack,

and that new commanders and staff officers needed to be appointed urgently.

He looked over the candidates listed above and was not particularly satisfied with any of them.

Under previous regulations, the Defense Force's highest-ranking officers were generally appointed from among people of the Palatine District.

But Ron had no intention of doing that. It did not suit what he planned to do next.

He intended to select suitable candidates from the lower-ranking officers.

Preferably, they would be from the Lower Hive, possess good character, and be able to empathize with the warriors.

He had the Departmento Munitorum send over the files of every lower-ranking officer not from the Palatine District, then carefully reviewed and studied them one by one.

After studying them for half a day, Ron successfully selected candidates for the new regimental commander and staff officer.

He was very satisfied.

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