I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 665 - 386: Also started eating imperial grain

Chapter 665: Chapter 386: Also started eating imperial grain

The ideal nation of the Philosopher King is not to be spoken of for now.

It is something that will happen a long, long time from now.

It’s certainly not something to consider at present.

At this moment, the Human Federation is gradually implementing many agendas according to Chen Yun’s ideas.

For instance, due to the king’s requirement for fully developing space technology, the newly established Space Council forcibly merged global aviation technologies and resources, making it quite busy.

They are continually striving for the will of the king.

Apart from monitoring the potential follow-up impacts of the Europa explosion from two days ago, they are also making efforts to reasonably integrate the current technology, talents, and resources for convenient allocation.

They need to formulate a long-term exploration and development plan for space, specify the goals and phases, analyze the existing global space technology foundation, identify strengths and gaps, integrate global scientific resources, funding, and technical talents, and promote the development of critical technologies such as heavy launch rockets, deep space detectors, and space habitation facilities. They also need to strengthen research in new materials and new energy domains, improving the efficiency and safety of space missions.

Besides technical issues,

they also need to establish a talent cultivation system, attract and train more space technology talents, collaborate with universities and research institutions, set up specialized space science courses, and enhance public awareness and support for space exploration. Through education and media publicity, they aim to inspire the younger generation’s interest and dreams.

This primarily focuses on increasing the potential of the entire space exploration domain, ensuring there is always a steady stream of successors.

So, the work of the Space Council will be complex and multifaceted, requiring solutions not only for technical challenges but also in coordinating departmental relations, policy formulation, and social mobilization at multiple levels.

Fortunately, their authority is substantial.

They can essentially resolve these issues,

with the highest level directly accountable to the king, bypassing the administrative level of the Dome Council.

Even the Dome Council doesn’t have the authority to interfere with major strategic decisions of the Space Council, only able to exercise supervisory power over the details to ensure the king’s orders are not distorted by the Space Council.

In short,

countless people, including those in the Space Council, are busy running for the new era.

The one most moved by all these changes is naturally Bai Shi, who is heading toward a small town.

Two o’clock in the afternoon on June 14th.

The Sun still hangs high in the sky, but it is not as harsh as before.

Sitting in the passenger seat of a black Hongqi car, Bai Shi gazes out the window, lost in thought.

He is currently dressed in an administrative jacket.

Drastically different from how he used to be.

Even though during those years of wandering and deceit in the worldly society, he had worn such uniforms to disguise himself as a public official.

In those years, he could be said to share the same level of cosplay enthusiasm as Wukong and Guanyin, often making various disguises to evade being wanted.

But now it’s different.

Because what he wears now is the real deal.

Or rather, he should now be called the Deputy Captain of the Human Federation Personal Guard.

No need to say who they guard.

Even though the king does not require protection, the presence of guards is indispensable, even if only used as messengers.

The Personal Guard is composed of the world’s most elite soldiers, listening only to the king’s orders.

They act first and report later, with royal privilege granted.

Besides having partial control over the deployment of strategic weapons, they also have direct command over the military at the Special Zone level and below.

When acting in accordance with the king’s orders, they override all local agencies, and even the Dome Council and Space Council, directly under the king, cannot interfere in any actions of the Personal Guard and must strive to cooperate to the fullest extent.

This is entirely his private army.

In the past, this would surely be condemned.

But looking at it now, everyone surprisingly finds it quite reasonable.

Bai Shi, a former professional thief, naturally didn’t have the ability to join such a Personal Guard.

After all, in this nearly thousand-strong team,

everyone is a veritable monster warrior king, with individual combat abilities exaggeratingly outstanding, and Bai Shi certainly does not stand a chance among them.

However, relying on his relationship with the king, he could still mix to the level of a deputy captain, which is the proverbial "even chickens and dogs rise to heaven."

The assassin organization Shadow Blade, which he took in out of loyalty, has now been dispersed and integrated into various necessary places and departments, becoming solidified.

Overall, he is essentially living on royal rations now.

In the past, Bai Shi would never have dared to imagine such a possibility.

But the world is indeed crazy.

Anything is possible.

Now it seems even mice have become bridesmaids for cats.

Thinking about this, Bai Shi couldn’t help but chuckle silently.

Looking up at a seemingly ordinary checkpoint not far off, Bai Shi gradually comes back to his senses from his previous trance.

Today, he is not there in his official capacity as the deputy captain of the Personal Guard but simply to visit a friend protected here due to the king’s identity being exposed.

Or, to be precise.

His girlfriend.

As the thought crosses his mind, the car quickly stops in front of the checkpoint.

It appears to be an ordinary checkpoint at the junction of a provincial and a rural road, and indeed, there is regular traffic of common people’s cars, but Bai Shi knows there are stringent security measures hidden here.

The guards at the checkpoint wear standard police uniforms, standing there expressionlessly, their eyes sharp.