Chapter 314: Subspace‑Style Internal Governance Reform

The high lord's office Dadian of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The towering, splendid hall, its surrounding walls engraved countless outstanding contributions the Ministry of Internal Affairs had once made to the Empire.

Countless portraits cover the walls like a canopy, but only at the very center, the most magnificent front, is a valiant man depicted, his head crowned with golden light and his body clad in golden armor.

This serves to showcase his supreme status within the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Beyond that, the high lords beneath the portraits keep their heads down, with expressions no less numb than ordinary officials outside, handling endless reports and documents.

However, compared with finally seeing the legendary high lord, what truly shocks Xisi is the Divine Emperor standing plainly in the palace's center, his complexion exactly the "should‑be" look humans imagine.

His face is set, seriousness tinged with indifference, and that indifference laced with faint compassion.

Indeed, within the Ministry of Internal Affairs, if the Divine Emperor appeared in the National Church or the outside world, the cheers would be unimaginable.

But at this moment, the entire Dadian, aside from the endless rustle of pen tips on paper, registers no other response.

Xisi even glanced peripherally at the busy officials around him, suspecting that even the high lords might not yet have realized that the Divine Emperor himself, not a portrait, stands before them!

There's no remedy; the Empire's administration is this torturous.

The clearest example is that Xisi clearly has direct interest conflicts with many high lords on numerous matters.

Yet from start to finish, not a single high lord has ever employed any tactics against Xisi.

Why? Is it because Kiriman died protecting, or because the Emperor later stood as a pillar?

Neither.

It's because the high lords are so busy they have no time to pay attention to Xisi.

Right, it's about paying attention, and it's not even targeted.

To know, back then Kiriman sent Xisi a scene to teach the high lords a lesson; when the high lords took a couple of punches, they were seated at the desks right before his eyes, handling official business while taking the blows.

Even while being punched, they found time to hold a short meeting.

If Tula Zhen hadn't actually struck with enough pain, the high lords might have, after the first blow, completely forgotten the second.

You may call Empire officials vermin, but you absolutely cannot call the high lords vermin.

This doesn't mean the high lords are especially virtuous; rather, no matter how verminous a person, once seated in a high lord's position, they have no time left for verminous deeds.

This is another manifestation of the Galactic cesspit.

No war, becoming an internal affairs official is relatively better?

Look at the high lord before you; this is the ultimate result of lower officials laboring through the cesspit.

It's jumping from one cesspit into an even more desperate one!

Here, longevity surgery resembles a life‑sentence trial.

Xisi, with a hint of lingering fear, withdrew from these high lords and then realized why Kiriman, clearly an Internal‑affairs‑type Original Body, kept scrambling to flee.

Even if the Silent King beat him until his head bled, he'd still refuse to return to Terra.

If it were me, I'd probably run at the first moment.

"He's come down, what about the golden toilet?"

Xisi whispered the question to Makado beside him; Rogdoen, who heard it, froze, and Tula Zhen habitually turned his head, pretending not to hear.

Makado responded very naturally, as if the question posed no problem.

"Magnus can occasionally sit for the Emperor, so as long as he doesn't leave Terra, the Emperor can occasionally stroll around Terra."

Saying that, Makado glanced at Xisi, a hint of inexplicable something flashing in his eyes.

Xisi was startled, looked toward the golden throne, and then felt a surge of guilt toward Magnus.

Just as the guilt rose, a voice suddenly echoed in Xisi's mind.

"You've finally returned? From where? How long have you been back? How did you return? What are you planning to do now?"

The familiar voice made Xisi stare in astonishment at the Divine Emperor ahead; he still stood calmly and steadily, displaying the expected demeanor.

Yet during the exchange, the barrage of questions made Xisi's eye twitch involuntarily.

Before he could answer, he glanced at Makado beside him.

Makado's composed stride, at this moment, turned his head, pretending not to see.

The Divine Emperor is a human immortal, and in ancient times he spent a period indulging quite flamboyantly.

Even after later ascending to Emperor, he gradually outgrew (had enough of) these low‑level amusements.

Yet these experiences show that the Emperor is also essentially a normal human.

And a normal human, suppressed for ten thousand years, finally finding someone he can speak freely and boldly to—how could he endure restraint?

Moreover, this person is not an old, well‑known friend like Makado, but a newcomer!

"Why aren't you answering? Is your mouth hurt? How did it get hurt? Who hit you?!"

Not even half a minute passed before the Divine Emperor fired off another rapid barrage.

Even the final question carried obvious anger.

After all, after finally finding someone to talk to, the Divine Emperor even placed Magnus on the golden throne, using up a rare vacation, only to return and find Xisi beaten speechless—who wouldn't be angry?

Seeing the Divine Emperor seemingly eager to pick a fight, Xisi hurried forward and interrupted his continued "casting".

"I'll first check the Ministry of Internal Affairs; my previous plan should have already been reported."

"Hmm, it was indeed reported; Old Ma and I have discussed it, now we just wait for you to return and see what to do."

"By the way, why didn't you answer me after you weren't hit?"

Xisi froze, and this time even Makado finally couldn't hold back.

He stepped forward, whispering:

"First, go to the prepared room; no outsiders can eavesdrop there."

As he spoke, Makado, regardless of the Emperor's wishes, turned and led the way toward the prepared room.

Seeing this, Xisi, before the Emperor could speak again, performed a salute to block his mouth, then followed Makado without hesitation.

The Emperor watches Xisi slip past him, like a fish on a hook; his whole body involuntarily turns to follow Xisi, and while walking he continuously sends communications to Xisi with spiritual energy.

Until they enter the inner chamber meticulously arranged by Makado, a large number of thousand scholars wait outside; after confirming that Xisi and the Emperor have entered, they immediately wield spiritual energy to envelop the entire room.

Moreover, with Makado's and the Emperor's power, any communication inside here is absolutely impossible for Subspace to spy on.

Soon, as the communication inside the room continues, Makado asks the most core question.

"Improving the people's living standards, thereby completely reforming the Four Gods, that is certainly good."

"But the problem is......"

"How will you improve? After all, you've already seen the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Makado looks at Xisi, the Emperor also looks at Xisi, and Xisi finally says the answer he had long prepared:

"It's simple: use the power of the Four Gods!"