RNP Chapter 56 Today, I command you to be…
Chapter 56 Today, I command you to be…
Chapter 56 Today, I command you to be… (Fourth update)
Tokyo, Chiyoda-ku, 200 meters underground.
GOC (Global Occult Alliance) Far East Theater - Containment Base No. 01.
Pei Qi sat behind the large obsidian desk, his fingertips gently stroking the black card that had just been delivered.
That was an identity verification terminal card representing the highest level of authority in the GOC.
The card is made entirely of an unknown memory metal with an extremely fine frosted texture, reflecting a deep, almost ethereal color under cold light.
He took a deep breath and slowly inserted it into the reading slot on the side of the tactical terminal.
"Click".
The crisp mechanical clicking sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Immediately afterwards, the previously black screen lit up instantly, and countless red lock icons began to spin and recombine wildly, accompanied by a pleasant yet heart-pounding electronic synthesized voice:
[Accessing physical key ——————]
[Bioiris verification — passed.]
[Telomeric alignment of gene sequence — complete.]
[Welcome, Manager Pei Qi. We are currently decrypting a GOC-Level 5 top-secret document for you: a letter from "The Top of the World."]
Pei Qi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, and began to scan the highest directive from the Alliance headquarters.
However, after reading only the first few paragraphs, his originally serious expression began to crumble, and his eyes twitched involuntarily a few times.
To the GOC Far East Theater - Japan Branch:
"Regarding the series of defensive and offensive operations against atypical biological threats that have recently occurred in your jurisdiction, the headquarters strategic assessment committee conducted an in-depth review and multi-dimensional consideration for 72 hours."
"We highly appreciate your department's initiative and outstanding execution in upholding the basic human survival standards."
This ability to maintain organizational integrity and effectively integrate local resources (including but not limited to political infiltration, economic exploitation, and unconventional logistical support) in a complex geopolitical environment is precisely the paradigm shift model that the GOC urgently needs in its global strategic layout in the new era.
"By establishing a comprehensive situational awareness and dynamic zeroing mechanism, your department has successfully achieved a dimensional reduction attack on anomalous entities, providing strong legal support for the Alliance's anti-superstition/anti-anomaly narrative in the Asian region."
"That's all nonsense."
Pei Qi snorted coldly in his heart. This was simply a standard, textbook example of bureaucratic jargon.
The entire article is filled with fancy-sounding but ultimately useless vocabulary garbage, such as "handle", "empowerment", "closed loop", "underlying logic" and "granular alignment".
If this thing were written into a novel, wouldn't readers probably try to climb over the internet and send the author some kind of razor blade?
"Skip—Skip—Skip again."
Pei Qi's fingers slid rapidly across the touchscreen, like an impatient gamer frantically clicking the mouse to skip those long, tedious, and unskippable cutscenes.
Don't even bother reading this long, clichéd passage about the global supernatural ecological balance; the core idea is basically, "We're awesome, you've done a great job." —
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His gaze was like a sophisticated scanner, automatically filtering out empty praise and political nonsense.
The fingertip stopped abruptly when it slid to the very bottom of the document, where the personnel appointment decision, which occupied two full lines and was specially marked in bold gold lettering, came into view.
[Given Mr. Pei Qi's exceptional leadership, irreplaceable strategic value, and profound understanding of supernatural forces demonstrated in handling the Parasyte crisis.]
[With special approval from the GOC Supreme Council (The Council of 108), effective immediately:]
[Pei Qi has been promoted to: CEO of GOC Asia.]
[Authorization Description: Responsible for coordinating the operations command, resource allocation, anomaly containment, and independent decision-making authority regarding threats below Level-4 across all GOC branches in East Asia, Southeast Asia, and the South Asian subcontinent.]
At the very bottom of the document was an electronic signature, written in a bold, flamboyant hand that seemed to pierce the screen: GOC Secretary General: Neath.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
"Asia—CEO?"
Pei Qi stared at the line of text, his pupils slightly contracting, as if trying to confirm whether he had misread a word.
He subconsciously looked up at Arima Kishou, who stood like a statue beside the desk, waiting for orders.
This former Grim Reaper of the CCG, now the sharpest "half-human" weapon in the GOC, is known for his silent, poker face.
But at this moment, upon seeing the scarlet appointment letter on the screen, Arima Kishou's face, which was as cold as an ancient glacier, showed a rare hint of "shock".
"Supervisor—no, I should now address you as Your Excellency CEO."
Arima Kishou pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, took a deep breath, and said with an incredulous solemnity, "As far as I know, this position has been vacant for a full thirty years in the history of the League."
"What do you mean?" Pei Qi frowned slightly, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.
"In the G0C's organizational pyramid, the CEOs of each continent hold a position of power second only to the 108 core members of the Council, including the Secretary-General; they are true regional governors."
Arima Kishou's incredibly sharp mind began to work at lightning speed, drawing upon the information in his memory bank about the GOC's hidden history, and calmly analyzing the pros and cons for Pei Qi: "This is not just a nice-sounding title. It means that you will have supreme command over all GOC secret bases throughout Asia, from the Siberian permafrost to the Indian Ocean coast."
"You can deploy satellite railguns, veto the appointment of division chiefs, and even have the power to request strategic nuclear strikes."
Arima walked up to the huge holographic world map on the wall, his pale finger tracing the vast Asian continental plate: "This level of power is no less than that of the heads of state of some small and medium-sized countries. You could say he's a true local tyrant."
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"The last time a position of this level of real power was established was at the height of the Cold War, before the GOC weakened due to internal strife."
At that time, the "Asia Director" was often a tough general directly appointed by the five permanent members of the Security Council, or the Secretary-General's most trusted confidant.
At this point, Arima turned around, his glasses reflecting a sharp white light under the lamp, his gaze fixed intently on Pei Qi: "Your Excellency, if this newly appointed Secretary General Neos has never met you before and has no personal relationship with you, then this matter is very interesting."
"The current Secretary General, Neos, is an anomaly in himself."
He had no powerful background, was not born into a prominent family, and his resume was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, yet he was able to ascend to the position of Secretary-General with an overwhelming majority.
"He's looking for allies. Or rather, he's looking for a knife sharp enough and free from the control of the old powers."