Feeling the surge of hope energy, Eden was satisfied.
This was definitely worth it!
Taking advantage of the momentum while everyone was still emotionally charged from his earlier speech, Eden decided to strike while the iron was hot and formally announced the new discipline regulations for the Logistics Department.
The new rules were strict, reducing some of the department's powers, including the ability to collect live human protein and the authority to execute obstructers at will.
Of course, these restrictions applied only under safe conditions.
In cases of emergencies, the personnel of the Logistics Department were still authorized to use any means necessary to protect themselves.
Eden wasn't foolish enough to impose too many restrictions on the Logistics Department.
That would be like putting himself in a cage.
After all, this was Warhammer 40K, not the peaceful and civilized modern world from his past life.
In the grimdark Hive, gangs and the influence of Chaos gods could turn ordinary citizens into violent rioters, murderous machines!
Until he had complete control over the situation, harsh measures were necessary.
He couldn't afford to show too much mercy, nor could he naively try to manage things the way he had in his past life.
Perhaps, in the future, he could?
Eden pondered this thought before concluding his speech with:
"May the royal district be with you!"
The crowd saluted him with the Imperial Aquila gesture once again, and the plaza fell silent.
It felt a little uncomfortable...
Having finished his speech and receiving no applause, Eden felt a bit out of place.
He made a mental note to arrange for applause at the end of his next speech, just to avoid this awkwardness!
As he was about to step down, Bayev quietly approached and whispered:
"Governor, you haven't mentioned the new department yet…"
Eden froze for a moment, realizing he had almost forgotten about the new department amidst the whirlwind of recent affairs!
Returning to the podium, he announced the creation of a new department.
Eden planned to recruit a select group from the Logistics Department to form a new division.
These personnel would take on entirely new tasks, and he would personally oversee their training!
The moment the announcement was made, the plaza erupted with gasps of surprise.
However, the outbursts quickly ceased, as no one dared to disrespect the Governor.
Though the crowd remained silent, it was clear that excitement was boiling beneath the surface.
Blood was pumping!
The fact that the Governor himself would be arranging and training the new department was enough to make the loyal young officers willing to give everything!
Deville felt his blood racing, his heart pounding.
He desperately wanted to be part of this new department.
He yearned to offer his absolute loyalty to the Governor!
After announcing the news, Eden stepped back to take a break.
The new department required 200 members, and Bayev was responsible for selecting the candidates—personnel matters were his specialty.
Bayev pulled out a list and began reading the names aloud, sending waves of tension rippling through the crowd.
Each person selected was filled with excitement, standing tall and proud.
To be chosen for the new department was a sign of excellence and personal recognition from the Governor himself!
It was an honor!
They couldn't wait to return home and share the glory with their families.
As the list grew shorter, those whose names hadn't been called grew increasingly anxious.
Many silently prayed to the Emperor and swore their allegiance to the Governor, hoping their names would be among those chosen.
Deville was no exception, his body tight with anticipation.
"By the Emperor, my name must be called. As a descendant of the Rapp family, I cannot bring shame to my lineage!"
He had consistently been one of the top performers in the Logistics Department's internal evaluations.
He had full confidence in himself, believing he would catch the Governor's eye and be selected for the new department.
But as the names dwindled and the remaining spots grew fewer, his heart began to sink.
Each time a name was about to be called, he held his breath.
Deville counted the remaining spots in his head: "197, 198, 199…"
When the overseer was about to announce the final name, Deville's heart was in his throat.
He stared intensely at the platform: "Please, let it be me!"
"Popov Kadar!"
At the sound of the last name, the plump man next to Deville let out an excited "Yes!" before quickly covering his mouth, realizing his slip.
He looked like a puffed-up guinea pig trying to hold back its breath.
How could it be him?
Deville was stunned. Popov, a coward who had always been at the bottom of the evaluations, had somehow been chosen for the new department!
Deville had once been on a mission with that coward.
When they were attacked by rioters, Popov had been too scared to even fire his weapon, bursting into tears instead!
In the end, it was Deville who had resolved the situation, saving Popov's life.
Deville always thought Popov was unworthy of the Governor's grace.
If not for Popov's father's significant contributions to the Logistics Department, Popov would have been kicked out long ago.
Sensing Deville's gaze, Popov turned around and smiled at him.
At that moment, Deville was struck by another, more troubling realization.
The list of 200 names had been read, and his name wasn't among them.
He hadn't been selected!
Popov had made the cut, but he hadn't been chosen for the Governor's personally-led new department!
A wave of shame washed over Deville.
He had brought disgrace to his family!
As he stood there in a daze, he suddenly noticed Popov still looking at him!
Popov was still smiling!
Was that fool mocking him?
Deville struggled to suppress his emotions—he couldn't afford to do anything undignified.
Anger was a sign of weakness!
But then he realized that Popov's mouth was forming the words "Congratulations!"
At the same time, Deville noticed his colleagues looking at him with envy in their eyes.
What was going on?
"—Rapp!"
The overseer's voice echoed through the speakers.
Hearing his family name, Deville snapped to attention.
He quickly realized that he was the only "Rapp" in the Logistics Department, meaning the overseer had just called his name.
This meant he had been chosen for the new department, recognized by the Governor!
It seemed he had been so nervous that he miscounted the number of names and made a fool of himself.
Understanding this, Deville's emotions felt like they had just been on a rollercoaster, and an overwhelming sense of joy washed over him.
He fought to maintain his composure, nodding slightly in acknowledgment to the envious colleagues around him.
Though unnoticed, his eyes were already brimming with tears.
After reading all the names, Bayev instructed those on the list to remain in place, while the others were dismissed to continue their work for the day.
Deville and the other chosen members stood in orderly formation, waiting for their next orders.
From a distance, they could see the Governor approaching!
As the Governor drew closer, their hearts began to race.
"Emmm, I'm so tired. Yep, meetings are definitely the best way to induce sleep…" Eden inwardly groaned, rubbing his forehead to chase away the fatigue.
Step by step, he approached Deville and the others…
(End of Chapter)
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