Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 549 Administrative Staff (Second Update)

Specially crafted spiced candles were lit, releasing a crisp minty aroma that stimulated the minds and spirits of everyone in the room. The light from the nine-branched brass candlesticks cast soft, multi-layered shadows on the walls. Even with the lights on, Stephanie, following the monarch's custom, lit special candles to prevent her spirit from drowning in the vast sea of ​​parchment. She exhaled a long breath—it was the fourth day since the monarch's departure, and the magnificent, immortal city was functioning as usual. This office was the brain of this giant buried deep underground; each parchment and each digital document was an electrical signal released by neurons. This war-ravaged giant was gradually regaining life in the monarch's hands, its blocked blood vessels clearing, emitting long, resounding breaths.

If she leaned out the window, she could see the young sorority girls strolling down the street in their bright clothes. They were training, their bodies brimming with health and vitality, radiating a joyful youthful energy. No one could tell what kind of torment they had suffered, or what kind of fire of revenge burned in their hearts.

Stephanie adored the young girls, believing it to be part of the monarch's scheme to cultivate loyal servants. No one understood the harsh realities of life better than these girls, and no one was more grateful to her and their monarch. They swore to serve their monarch with their lives, so their monarch provided them with the most rigorous training and the most advanced equipment, forging them into sharp blades. And not just this group of girls, but another, and the one after that, who would carry out the monarch's commands with their lives.

She shook her head and continued to focus her attention on the parchment in front of her.

List of technical advisors for the trial production of the Blood Rose Powered Armor and applications from researchers.

She glanced at the budget request, signed her name again below Salomon's signature on the parchment, and then stamped it with Salomon's seal.

Budget application for alchemy materials for Sisterhood trainees in the third quarter.

Below that was a list, signed and verified by the accountant she brought. The myrrh item was rejected because the excess myrrh from the previous quarter hadn't been used up. The sorority lacked professional accountants, and resource requests were extravagant; this situation would improve once the girls finished their training.

These are the documents that have already been processed; there are many more that have not yet been processed.

Since Salomon's business trip, the administrative pace of the Immortal City, this giant, had slowed down, as if it had fallen into a silent slumber, with only a few signs of activity proving it was still alive. Stephanie thought that if Salomon were here, he would have immediately noticed the absurdity of the sorority's application, instead of hiring an accountant like she had. As for the other thick document on her desk, Stephanie wore a complex expression of extreme weariness mixed with longing.

That was just a tiny, insignificant appendix to a grand plan; the real documents were stored in a huge hard drive repository.

This document aims to address how to rebuild society after facing an irreversible catastrophe, how to eradicate poverty, crime, and disease, and how to establish a utopian, perfect nation. Once in effect, it will trigger a global war of unification, leading humanity into space—how to persuade nations to join, how to eliminate resistance forces, how to solve the food problem, and how to establish an industrial base. The document also addresses numerous issues, including the super-soldier project in biological laboratories and psychological modifications, the weaponry and organizational structure of mortal armies, the construction plans and blueprints for atmospheric vehicles and spaceships, electronic warfare exercises and the control of artificial intelligence, and so on. This is merely the starting point and foundation of the empire Salomon will establish; many guiding principles will be established in this document, such as what kind of political system to implement, how to preserve the gene bank, which research facilities and libraries need protection, and which civilizations in the universe can be united with.

The complexity and breadth of the document's content far exceeded what Stephanie could have accomplished alone.

This was an incredibly heavy document; when it took effect, it would crush all opposition. She craved the power it represented, but also dreaded the exhaustion it would bring. She was just an ordinary person, lacking Salomon's extraordinary strength and physique. Without the alchemical potion, she might even have happily died from exhaustion at this desk.

Salomon didn't intend to achieve his goals overnight, otherwise he would have become the most common foolish villain in comics, thinking he could conquer the world just because he possessed a little military power. Ruling a race is an extremely long and complex process, and he needs manpower, which Stephanie is responsible for recruiting. Currently, the administrative staff within the Immortal City are far from sufficient.

Before Salomon left, Stephanie took over access to a secret project. The key hanging around her neck could open an iron door to a cellar, and her iris, fingerprints, and DNA could unlock a series of secret chambers beneath the Immortal City. There lay an alchemical body crafted by Salomon himself, and she knew when and how to use it. This was crucial to her monarch's grand plan, and she swore she wouldn't make a mistake.

As time went on, the Samaritan would hand over projects one by one to the relevant personnel to carry out the tasks he had assigned. Stephanie was one of them; the actual details of the task were written on paper and could not be taken out of the room, to ensure that leaks would not occur as much as possible.

She looked forward to completing her work here. Upon the monarch's return, he would take her on a galactic expedition to acquire key alien technologies, laying the foundation for future combat systems. Salomon already had his sights set and was currently preparing—Wakanda must submit completely, without question. The so-called Avengers were out of the question; they were nothing more than a bunch of disorganized and undisciplined militants. As for Thor, Salomon assured her that was no problem.

"This is the Internal Affairs Office. Please connect me to Ms. Tita." The fantasy quickly vanished, and the mountain of heavy reality crashed down once more. Stephanie sighed and dialed the internal line. "Tita," she rubbed her eyes, brushing aside the blonde hair that jumped in front of her, trying to make her tone as cheerful as possible, "I need the experimental feedback data from the Sorority's bomb gun modification and the stabilized plasma pistol. I need it by tomorrow, so please compile and submit it as soon as possible. It needs to be signed by the Wakanda research department. No, you don't need to bring it in person; just have a prospective member bring it."

Hanging up the phone, Stephanie closed her eyes, leaned back in her ergonomic chair, and let out a barely audible whimper. Then, she made a decision. "Get them all here," she said, making a call. "Move the administrative office downstairs, all administrative staff gather here, we need to get rid of all the paperwork that's piled up over the past three days!"

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(End of this chapter)