20demayo Chapter 57 is metaphysics! I've added 1 point of metaphysics!
Chapter 57 is metaphysics! I've added 1 point of metaphysics!
Chapter 57 is about metaphysics! I've added a little metaphysics! (Fifth update, 11,000 words completed! Please subscribe! Please vote!)
Arima's voice was deep and resolute.
"He valued your background of having no powerful connections and appearing out of nowhere; this was an attempt to win you over."
"To win them over—"
Pei Qi leaned back in the comfortable ergonomic chair, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle.
"Arima, your analysis is very rational and aligns with the political logic within the GOC. But in my opinion, things are probably not that simple."
Pei Qi opened his eyes, a hint of wariness and mockery flashing in them.
"Don't forget, a man who can fight his way out of a desperate situation without the support of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council and sit in the position of Secretary-General of the GOC is definitely a ruthless character who will eat people without spitting out the bones."
"Neo—humph, that name doesn't sound like a good person."
It sounds like someone who's cunning and calculating, talking about "the good of all mankind" while pushing their subordinates into the fire like steel.
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"How could someone who was recently unregistered and who forcibly bought his way into the position through money and force suddenly be promoted to the position of 'King of Asia'?"
Pei Qi shook his head, a cold smile playing on his lips: "This doesn't fit the return on investment. Unless—"
"Unless he sees me as a mole left behind by the previous secretary-general, and wants to put me on the hot seat to lure the opposition into action."
"Or perhaps he's discovered I possess some kind of advanced technology he can't comprehend," and wants to use high-ranking positions and generous rewards to bind me to his cause, making me do the biting for him."
Arima fell silent. Politics wasn't his forte, but he could sense the strong stench of bloodshed behind it all.
"Fine, since the appointment has already been made, it's an open conspiracy. We have to accept it whether we want to or not."
Pei Qi suddenly stood up and casually threw the black terminal, which symbolized supreme power, onto the table with a crisp sound, as if he had thrown away a hot potato.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the bustling base below.
"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Whatever Neos's intentions, at least he has the title of 'Asia Director,' which will give me the confidence to cause trouble in other countries in the future."
"Ahem, I meant going to do an inspection," and the procedures would be much more convenient.
At this point, Pei Qi's gaze became somewhat unfocused.
He didn't voice his inner monologue, but the urge to "run away" was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
"This place is so boring."
What's the point of just staying in the newbie village and bullying weaker players?
"Whether it's snapping your fingers in Marvel, taking a trip to Warhammer Apocalypse, or even fishing for the Duke of the Pig Dragonfish on the beach in Terraria, it's all better than here reviewing official documents!"
Thinking of this, Pei Qi turned around, his face once again displaying that serious, businesslike expression.
"Coincidentally, I recently discovered something interesting through my intelligence network."
Regarding those more advanced and dangerous anomalous materials, I need to leave the base for a while to handle them personally. This concerns the safety of the Asian region and cannot be delayed.
He looked at Kishou Arima with eyes full of trust.
"You will temporarily handle the work arrangements here. You will be fully responsible for the daily operations of the Japanese branch and the cleanup of the remaining Parasites."
"Of course, if there's any emergency that even you can't handle, contact me via encrypted channel, and I will—if the situation allows, come back to 'save the day.'"
"Yes, sir." Arima Kishou bowed slightly, unaware of the subtext in his superior's words that he "wanted to go on a trip."
"Oh, right, there's one more very important thing."
Pei Qi's tone suddenly became extremely serious, even more so than when he was discussing the situation in Asia.
He pointed to a group of strange machines in the corner of the office that seemed out of place in the high-tech environment, as if they had been cut out of a pixelated game.
That was his proud MC-style KINK fully automated production line.
At this moment, the machine was emitting a rhythmic "buzzing" sound, and every now and then a few pixel sparks would pop out.
"This production line, although highly automated, can sometimes be quite temperamental and eccentric."
Pei Qi stared into Arima's eyes and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I have a few special technical maintenance guidelines," which you must memorize and strictly adhere to. This concerns the very survival of the base.
Arima Kishou immediately pulled out his tactical notebook, his expression solemn, and gripped his pen tightly, preparing to record some advanced technical parameters that transcended modern physics.
However, Pei Qi's next words made his hand holding the pen freeze in mid-air.
"First," Pei Qi held up one finger, "if that [fusion synthesizer] suddenly emits black smoke and makes a clicking sound, don't try to check the circuitry, and don't call a repairman."
"All you need to do is walk to the left side of the machine and, remember, it must be with your left foot, kick it three times with the force of a striker shooting a goal. It will most likely fix it. This is called the 'kinetic energy oscillation calibration method.'"
"————?"
Arima Kishou's pen tip left a dot of ink on the paper, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his lifeless eyes.
"Secondly," Pei Qi continued seriously, ignoring Ma's astonishment.
"Every morning at eight o'clock, remember to play music for these plant growth accelerators. And it can't be classical music; it has to be 'Pigstep' from this vinyl record."
"This helps increase the electronic activity inside the plant, thus increasing yield—and that's science."
"Third, and most importantly!"
Pei Qi pointed to the tower made of emerald blocks next to the machine, and the ring of redstone torches around it that were emitting a faint red glow.
"Under no circumstances should you move these things! Even if they seem to be in the way, even if the cleaning lady thinks they're illegal structures, you absolutely cannot move them!"
"That's feng shui! It's metaphysics! It's a ritual connecting to the destiny of the universe!"
Pei Qi looked utterly heartbroken: "Once we move it, this line will only produce garbage like rusty salted fish daggers from now on! Understand?!"
Arima Kishou looked at Pei Qi, who had a serious expression on his face, and remained silent for a long time.
As a materialist, precision-killing warrior who spent his life pursuing ultimate efficiency, these instructions were like gibberish to him.
Kick the machine to fix a malfunction? Play heavy metal electronic music for the plants? And that damn redstone torch array?
Is this really high technology? Is this truly the culmination of human civilization?
But seeing the unwavering conviction in Pei Qi's eyes, Arima finally closed his notebook, etching those absurd instructions deep into his mind. He nodded solemnly: "Understood, Supervisor. Although I don't understand the underlying principles—I will execute your maintenance instructions word for word."
"very good."
Pei Qi nodded in satisfaction and patted Arima on the shoulder. He wasn't worried that Arima wouldn't do a good job, after all, the biggest advantage of this "White Reaper" was his outstanding execution ability.
"Well then, I need to prepare some travel supplies and also organize my backpack compartment—cough, suitcase."
"Yes. I wish you good luck in your military campaigns."
With Arima Kishou's departure, the large office returned to silence.
Only that tireless MC machine continued to automatically play the upbeat and catchy "Pigstep," its rhythmic retro electronic sound echoing through the empty underground base.
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