As everyone knows, the rebel army doesn’t call themselves the rebel army; Boss Shi claims to be the Tenglong Heavenly King, so now it’s called the Tenglong Heavenly Kingdom.

And the Heavenly Kingdom is still in its career ascending phase, the dynastic change hasn’t happened, and the foundation isn’t fully established, so naturally, it isn’t suitable to continue using the feudal old system of the Three Constellations and Twelve Countries. Therefore, within the Empire’s controlled area, what’s currently used is the dual-platform system: the Mobile Platform and the Chanyu Platform.

The so-called Mobile Platform is the military administrative office accompanying the army’s expedition or deployment. Given that the war hasn’t ceased, the troubled times have just begun, and the world is far from reaching a point where the troops can rest and recuperate. All domestic affairs naturally serve the military, so the primary mission of the Mobile Platform is to manage occupied territories, organize civilians to resume production, exploit all resources for war, and supply all that the frontline needs.

As for the Chanyu Platform, it’s an institution established alongside the Immortal Palace system, specifically managing alien races, demon clans, and other clans outside the borders of the Twelve Countries. We’ll talk about it later.

In general, in a certain sense, the Grand Expedition Platform, which oversees all prefecture-level and county-level Mobile Platform institutions, coordinates provisioning and allocation of salaries among various military camps and units, is like the prime minister of the Tenglong era, the leader among civil servants, and the grand steward of military logistics.

However, everyone might find it hard to believe, but being the Grand Expedition Platform in the Tenglong Heavenly Kingdom is extremely boring, tedious, and busy.

After all, the work itself is boring enough. Frontline soldiers can at least shake off frustration with Shark Maneuvers, while the Grand Expedition Platform at the rear can only bury its head in paperwork like a salted fish correcting reports. It’s ridiculous to be working until 3 AM, with emergency tasks popping up in every nook and cranny...

Well, there’s no way around it. The most annoying part of cooking is the preparation and dishwashing, and the most troublesome part of warfare is logistics. When people come to your place to order a banquet, they just expect to eat as soon as they arrive. Are you going to give them a spatula to cook themselves?

Similarly, Boss Shi is here just to experience life, wanting clothes to wear and meals to eat without lifting a finger, waving his hand to lead tens of thousands of troops into battle. These troublesome matters of planning and arranging troops, moving resources, and preparing salaries have to be done by professional stewards.

So not only do we need to assemble troops, transport resources, and ensure all units receive adequate provisions, avoiding frontline setbacks that might upset the boss.

We also need to create impeccable fake accounts for everyone to see, at least on paper convincing the court officials that maintaining tens of thousands of troops under the Heavenly King is indeed extracting and exploiting the people’s resources, not something that fell from the sky.

Of course, fooling the boss is relatively easy. After all, like most strategy games, no matter how well you create the game world, the most fun part is always the initial breakthrough phase. Useless advisors can only cry out that our army is defeated, personally managing affairs to change Qiankun, to finally achieve an epic victory and sweep across the land in my name, is truly emotionally satisfying.

But once you achieve strategic superiority, all sides can settle described by dispatch, and even random trusteeship can automatically win. Naturally, the player’s interest quickly diminishes, neglecting administration, handing over national affairs to system operations, and indulging in the harem mini-games.

So, as the company’s dedicated business, Gao Cheng’s primary responsibility, of course, is to ensure the boss can enjoy fun and excitement, no matter what he’s playing. But as everyone knows, daily work goes far beyond what’s written in the job description.

Yes, if there’s a problem, it’s never the boss’s demands that are problematic; it’s always that your project is problematic.

And Taiji, this garbage world, where it’s one after the other, has gone through several custom scripts without major updates. To meet the boss’s customized needs, the whole world has been messed up by various project teams, utterly becoming a shit mountain that just because it can run, it mustn’t be touched.

So besides role-playing of daily scripts, maintaining the smooth operation of the national war machine, Gao Cheng must keep an eye on and urgently handle the BUG errors left over from ancient versions.

For instance, the originally ornamental potted animals suddenly going rampant, slaughtering seven or eight cities, eating hundreds of thousands of people - should we quickly catch them?

The local old maggots escaped from the farm, living thousands of years without dying, leading to memetic contamination breaking genetic lock limitations, starting to evolve into dangerous wild animals beyond company control - should we urgently schedule pest extermination?

Previously the crew event boss added in response to a project manager’s insane requests, stuffed into a corner pretending it doesn’t exist due to budget issues, now maps are to be updated and codes to be upgraded - should we relocate it?

After all, he doesn’t care who manages it, in the end, it affects his performance. It can only be said that the company is really stingy, unwilling to dispatch a dedicated technician to handle so much crap, leaving it all to him to follow up, oh Mad, truly... 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"What’s going on, what’s going on! What the hell again! Is there an end to these trivial matters or not!"

After working overtime for a day, finally able to relax a bit, but just before he could lie down and move a bit, the alarm woke him up again. Gao Cheng furiously kicked his concubine off the bed, activated the projection once more, and stared dumbfoundedly at the black hole on the ground.

"Where’s my ship? Where’s my ship? Where’s my big guard ship gone?!"