Improving Efficiency

The Astartes of Luna Wolves searched the Administratum inside and out.

They eventually received an answer that they could hardly believe.

The handover work for all seconded and vacationed personnel was not a backlog, but rather completed by the Administratum on the same day.

Horus was devastated upon seeing the Investigation results.

Holding the Investigation results in my hand, I felt a strange sense of absurdity.

He had wronged loyal ministers and generals.

Yes, at this very moment, Horus saw this Investigation report in his hand, which was 100% credible.

He was surprised to find that those corrupt officials in the Administratum whom he used to criticize had now become loyal and capable ministers.

"Which part of the work was the Iron Warriors team responsible for during the final handover?"

"Father, the last batch of the Iron Warriors team to be handed over is in charge of Terra City's investment and construction department."

Where are they?

"They left on our very first day. At their normal fleet speed, they've already entered Warp, but we can't pinpoint their exact location."

"Go and summon all the Mortals officials from the Ministry of Urban Construction. No, invite them here. I need to have a meeting with them."

"Yes, Father."

As the last department to take leave, these Mortals officials felt incredibly fortunate, and their hearts were now filled with anticipation.

Although they left late, the Administratum's leave was approved, and they could finally rest.

Just as they were about to take their family to their own Garden of Nurgle world for a vacation, they saw a huge figure as soon as they opened the door.

Bang!

The official thought he was seeing things, so he slammed the door shut and opened it again, only to find the enormous, pearl-white figure still standing there.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? My family and I are planning to go on vacation."

"I apologize for disturbing your Holiday, officers, but the Great Wolf of Fenris now requests your presence at a meeting."

Wolf of Fenris?

The Primarch of the XVI Legion Imperium Legion invited them to a meeting.

The key point is not going to meetings. As officials in the Administratum, they are used to being suddenly called in to handle work during their rest or mealtimes.

After all, in Terra, there are only Administratum officials who die from overwork, not Administratum officials who die of old age.

What he really cared about was that one word in the soldier's last sentence.

Please.

Yes, please.

The Primarch of the XVI Legion, Horus the Great.

Everyone in the Imperium knew that he was the first to propose the Great Astartes Supremacy, and he himself was an extreme Great Astartes Supremacy.

So, as a Great Astartesian...

This great Primarch deeply hated the officials of the Administratum; yes, he hated those Vermin.

For no other reason than that they always felt that government affairs processing was too slow.

What's going on here? The Great Primarch has actually invited them to a meeting.

Could it be that the Administratum was bombed?

It would be better if it exploded.

"Alright, please lead the way."

Subsequently, the Astartes who had been dispatched summoned all the officials who had not yet left Terra to the Administratum.

"Great Primarch, we have come in response to your call."

"No, don't say that, officials. I invited you all here for this meeting to seek answers."

To everyone's surprise, the leading official shook his head.

"Your Excellency, please forgive my presumptuous wording, but there is no answer in the Imperium Administratum."

"No, you all surely know the answer to my question."

"Then please ask, sir."

"Why does the Administratum have so many pending documents? Are you sure these aren't years-old backlogs?"

"This is certainly not a backlog, my lord. In fact, due to the intervention of the Legiones Astartes, the entire Bureaucratic System of the Imperium is now operating at an extremely high efficiency, so high that it's as if those religious fanatics are saying that God has manifested himself."

How tall?

"The probability of death from overwork within the Imperium Bureaucratic System has decreased by 70%."

"At the same time, thankfully, documents within the Imperium bureaucracy can be completed on the same day."

Even though I only slept for three hours, there was still a pile of damn documents the next day.

"Of course, what makes us even more fortunate is that the life expectancy of officials throughout the Imperium bureaucracy has increased by two years."

"At this point, I must commend your wisdom, my lord, long live Great Astartes Supremacy!"

When he said the first part, the official was still half-dead and barely breathing, but when he said the last part, he suddenly became excited.

He looked at Horus with eyes full of gratitude.

"My lord, as Mortals, we must admit our foolishness and shortsightedness. You, as the Emperor's First-Returned Son and the Demigod of the Imperium, possess foresight and wisdom."

"Great Astartes Supremacy will be the mainstream of the future Imperium Bureaucratic System."

Horus remained silent for a long time before finally looking at the ring on his finger.

Yes, I am the First-Returned Son of the Imperium, and my father's pride.

He had only been at the Administratum for a few days, while his colleagues had been Administratum for much longer. He couldn't back down, and he wasn't even trying to back down; he was trying to find the answers.

"Honorable Imperium Official, please tell me, how can we improve our work efficiency?"

Ultimately, these officials left behind their methods for improving efficiency, and then they quickly left the Imperium Administratum of State Affairs.

They then rushed to their Garden of Nurgle world at top speed, resorting to some secret and forbidden technologies in the process.

On the departing spaceship, the officials couldn't help but feel relieved.

In fact, when I received the holiday notice and began the handover of my work...

The Astartes who had been fighting alongside them in the Administratum gave them a way to deal with the Wolf of Fenris.

He remembered that this method was first passed down from the Blood Angels, and then confirmed by the Thirteenth Legion, the Eighth Legion, and the First Legion.

To keep the Primarch of the XVI Legion, whose mind was deeply entrenched in Great Astartes Supremacy, in check, there were only three words to it from beginning to end.

First-Returned Son.

The officials did not understand what those three words meant.

However, these Astartes, who were usually preoccupied with political affairs, were able to find the time to come up with such a method.

This alone is enough to prove the value of this method, and it seems that the method is correct.

Meanwhile, after the Mortals officials had gone on leave, Horus summoned all the Astartes together.

He needs to integrate all available resources.

In addition to his XVI Legion, the X Legion also came under his command at this time.

Then, following the method left by that official, he began formal political work.

Simply put, it boils down to four words: categorized.

These four words sound easy, but are difficult to put into practice in the face of such a massive Imperium administrative system. It took the Astartes a month to adapt to this process.