Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 291 Secretariat and Tribunal Division

Returning to the world of the fortieth millennium, Chen Xi felt as if he had been thrown into a never-ending government machine.

As the planetary governor, the first thing he had to do every day when he opened his eyes was to deal with the never-ending official business.

Even though he forced himself to work more than sixteen hours a day and even sacrificed his basic sleep time, the pile of documents on his desk seemed to have a life of its own. Instead of decreasing, it was growing at a visible rate.

His desk was gradually overwhelmed by documents, with parchment scrolls and data boards piled up like mountains, the highest of which exceeded one meter.

Every time Chen Xi wearily looked up, all she saw was the ever-growing mountain of newly delivered documents.

"This is worse than hell..." Chen Xi muttered to himself late at night, his fingers cramping from reviewing documents for so long.

His temples throbbed, and the data in front of him began to blur.

However, at this moment, the sorcerer who had been practicing rejuvenation stepped forward and injected him with a stimulant, waking him up.

At this moment, Chen Xi, who didn't even have the right to fall asleep, truly felt what it meant to be "overwhelmed by work".

Finally, after working continuously for thirty-six hours, Chen Xi's sanity completely collapsed.

He slammed the quill pen in his hand to the ground, the ink splattering onto the luxurious carpet, forming an ugly stain.

"Rachel!" he practically roared as he summoned his Chancellor. "Assemble a political team for me immediately! Now! Right now!"

This decision was not easy for Chen Xi.

Prior to this, although Rachel would assist in handling government affairs, the final decision-making power was always firmly in his hands.

Every night, he would drag his tired body to review the documents Rachel had processed, making sure there were no omissions.

This pattern left him both exhausted and constantly on edge.

But at this moment, Chen Xi finally understood.

He stared at his trembling hands and suddenly let out a bitter laugh: "What am I even holding on to?"

In this crazy universe, he is just an ordinary person being played by fate.

It was neither those mechanical priests who could work continuously for centuries without rest, nor those imperial bureaucrats who were transformed into cyborgs.

"Let them go to hell!" Chen Xi thought viciously.

Those rulers who love to wield absolute power may be willing to work themselves to death, but Chen Xi has no intention of becoming another corpse in the giant meat grinder of the empire.

He knew perfectly well that in this universe, death was not the end—that damned old man could very well turn him into a cursed ghost and make him work overtime endlessly.

After figuring this out, Chen Xi felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

He decisively ordered Rachel to set up a formal secretariat, delegating all routine and repetitive administrative tasks to the lower levels.

He only retains the most important decision-making power and ignores everything else.

The changes came faster than we imagined.

Within just a few days, the mountain of documents that had been suffocating him disappeared.

Now, only a few important documents that the governor truly needs to review remain on his desk.

For the first time, Chen Xi felt that she could finally breathe normally again. Looking at the suddenly empty office, Chen Xi leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

The starlight outside the window streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled shadows on his tired face.

At that moment, he seemed to rediscover the feeling of being a "human being" rather than a "work machine".

Will decentralizing government functions cause problems?
There is almost no doubt that once power is dispersed, corruption and ambition will follow closely behind—this is an immutable law of human history.

But Chen Xi didn't care.

Compared to being overworked to death by mountains of government affairs, compared to being drowned in documents day after day and having no chance to even catch his breath, the potential corruption and the burgeoning ambitions were nothing more than insignificant costs in his eyes.

Will officials line their own pockets? Will they form cliques for personal gain? Will they try to undermine his power?
of course.

Chen Xi understands human greed better than anyone, but he also understands his own limits.

He would rather face a group of bureaucrats with ulterior motives than return to the despair of being overwhelmed by endless political affairs.

Moreover, he was not some puppet governor who could be manipulated at will.

He's a judge, after all.

Even if it's just a nominal title, they are still members of the Empire's most feared Inquisition.

He didn't believe anyone would dare to play any tricks under his nose—at least, not go too far.

If anyone is foolish enough to think that decentralization equals laissez-faire, they will soon realize that judges are always stingy with their "leniency."

In particular, Chen Xi could easily deploy a small team of agents to investigate official corruption, or even directly establish a disciplinary inspection department under the Governor-General's Office.

As long as the core members of this department are all his pawns, ensuring absolute control, Chen Xi can be a hands-off manager without worrying about their betrayal or disobedience.

After all, the pieces have an almost instinctive loyalty to him—a loyalty that stems not from self-interest or fear, but from the very nature of their existence.

They will not question, will not waver, and will not lose themselves in the face of power and money like ordinary bureaucrats.

Chen Xi could trust them without reservation, as naturally as she would trust her own arm.

Without hesitation, Chen Xi immediately returned to the 3K era, standing in front of his model cabinet carefully selecting models.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the two newly acquired Judge pieces and a team of Judge attendants, a slight smile playing on his lips—"You're the ones."

These pieces weren't worth much, only a little over two hundred points in total, but they quickly established a branch of the Tribunal targeting the entire Rostov sub-sector and put it into operation with extremely high efficiency.

It is almost visible to the naked eye that the operation of the Secretariat and the Tribunal Division has improved the administrative efficiency of Rostov by at least 20%!

This made Chen Xi want to slap himself twice. What was the point of all that hard work? Was it for the 160?
At that moment, he suddenly grasped the true essence of the military commander model: rather than exhausting himself like an animal, it's better to let professional pieces perform their respective duties.

Now, he can finally extricate himself from the tedious daily tasks and devote more energy to truly important strategic decisions.

This feeling of relief made him wonder where his previous insistence on doing things personally came from.

Could it be the influence of that old emperor from the ditch? But he wasn't exactly a diligent and benevolent ruler, was he? When that dog of an emperor was in power, he dumped government affairs on Prime Minister Ma and military affairs on Primarchs. He himself spent all his time holed up in the palace playing online games, planning to go to the Komorro Eldar brothels. He almost lost contact with them while he was having sex, otherwise there wouldn't have been the Horus Grand Birthday Celebration. Where did he get his diligence?
Could it be that this old psionic veteran in the ditch is deliberately making others work themselves to death while he enjoys a leisurely life? Thinking of this, Chen Xi couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and after shivering, he dared not think about it any further.

(End of this chapter)