Arknights: The Prophet of Penguin Logistics — Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Planning and Night TalkYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

‘…With the contact information out of the way, allow me to state my understanding of your situation.”I believe Miss Talulah’s dilemma stems from three primary aspects. First, there are dissenting voices within your ranks. Second, there is a fundamental disconnect regarding your founding slogans and internal ethos. Third, there is a severe deviation in team execution and the self-awareness of their actions.”These problems, at their core, are remarkably simple to resolve.”Let us address the first issue. If you, Miss Talulah, are the undisputed leader, then there should only be one voice within the organization. You are not a nation, you are not a ruling government, and you do not need to entertain excessive noise. What you need—what the organization needs—is a unified direction. A fist that can be clenched tight. While listening to diverse opinions has its merits, for an organization of your current scale, it only serves to fracture your power.”Therefore, my suggestion is to systematically revoke the authority of other departments and secondary managers, ensuring that your voice remains absolute. Only by unifying your will and your commands can you guarantee the smooth execution of subsequent operations. This is the baseline requirement for any faction seeking true strength. But it is not the only one.”Second, it is glaringly obvious that no one in your ranks truly comprehends your vision, which is exactly why such a massive ideological divergence has taken root.”I do not know if this is because you disdain the act of explaining yourself, or if a lack of a dedicated political framework led to this communication failure. In theory, this structural flaw should never have appeared in your ranks. But since it has, it proves one obvious fact: your organization requires a factional purge.”This ties back to my previous point about a single, unified voice. Only after establishing absolute authority can you identify the black sheep and excise them, purifying your ranks. An organization can only be considered truly yours when it operates as a single, indivisible entity. The old adage of “better to have nothing than something substandard” might be a tired cliché, but it remains ruthlessly effective. Ensuring absolute ideological purity among your senior staff is paramount. You cannot guarantee that today’s dissenting voices will not become tomorrow’s traitors, inflicting catastrophic losses upon your cause.”Since these people gathered under the banner of your philosophy, making sure every single member—from the highest commander to the lowest foot soldier—understands that philosophy is the true crucible of leadership. Spirit can dull over time. Often, if you do not actively reinforce it, you might not even realize your own foundational ethos has rotted away. applying your will from the top down, with a single voice, is the necessary second step.”The third issue is straightforward: organizational structure and subjective initiative.”You mentioned their mental state is deteriorating. I do not believe this is because they reject your ideals. On the contrary, those who joined during the genesis of your movement undoubtedly believe in your theories. The fact that they have grown so stagnant simply proves they no longer feel a personal stake in the cause.”The reality is that building an organization requires more than just shouting slogans across the chain of command. It requires grounding oneself in reality and physically driving the cause forward. That is subjective motivation. They need you to prove it. They need the higher-ups to set a visceral example so they know exactly what is expected of them. There must be a vanguard. Once you have established a single voice and ensured everyone understands your vision, you must select a core group—those who understand it most intimately and are willing to bleed for it—to serve as the ultimate example for your other followers.”Think of it as a web. You are the central node. Your high-level core personnel are the secondary nodes, constantly radiating your will outward. Let everyone’s purpose align with yours, allowing the entire organization to be purified and sublimated. If you still feel that is insufficient, introduce structured team-building. Have your most successful mid-to-high-level commanders conduct lectures and share their experiences with the grassroots members, using tangible success to ignite the motivation of your lowest ranks.”If you follow this path, your faction will shine with terrifying brilliance under your absolute will.”One final, crucial point: I possess a brilliant formula and conclusive data proving that human nature can be systematically transformed and tamed. By weaponizing inherent greed and the desperate craving for self-fulfillment, human nature can be made to erupt with an incomparably beautiful, chaotic brilliance. Unfortunately, the margins of this letter are far too narrow to contain it.”Regardless, I hope these insights prove useful to you and your cause. These are merely fundamental theories of organizational management that any seasoned leader would understand, and I am ultimately just offering a few correct platitudes. This is the extent to which I can assist with your ideological dilemma. I am truly sorry I cannot offer more practical aid.”Still, I hope these words provide some measure of comfort to your anxious heart. If they do, my task is complete. Even if I cannot physically fix your organization’s internal rot, if these simple truths offer you a single clue or a spark of inspiration, it would be my honor. I sincerely hope you and your faction can follow a righteous trajectory, just like your noble ideals—even though, to this day, I still have no idea what your actual cause is.”Your friend, Penguin Logistics Operator, Prophet Lynn.”Postscript: Due to escalating political friction and other factors within Chernobog, Penguin Logistics will temporarily suspend all transport orders to the city. Please plan accordingly.’

Should Miss Talulah be satisfied with this?

Blowing gently on the fresh ink marks staining the manuscript paper, Lynn carefully folded the heavy sheets and slipped them into an envelope, addressing it to the secure drop location Talulah had provided. He pushed himself up from his desk, his joints popping in the quiet room, and headed downstairs into the cool Lungmen night.

Rather than using the internal network, he flagged down a weary employee from a rival Lungmen courier service. Under the bewildered gaze of the midnight worker, Lynn quickly sprayed a thick layer of waterproof plastic sealant over the envelope. He then slapped an extra four thousand LMD into the man’s hand as an expedited hazard fee.

It was an exorbitant price for a simple letter—especially one that didn’t require secure underworld transport—and the courier stared at him as if he were a complete idiot. Lynn simply offered a tired smile, turned up his collar against the night chill, and slowly dragged his exhausted body back toward the Penguin Logistics building.

The letter had been dense, taking him nearly two hours of focused drafting. Exusiai had long since lost her battle with boredom, abandoning him to return to her own room to sleep. Lynn swallowed a heavy yawn, his footsteps unsteady on the stairs as he prepared to finally collapse into his own bed.

Helping people was fulfilling, certainly, but the relentless cascade of recent events had completely drained whatever meager stamina his frail body had managed to recover.

However, just as he crested the landing and took a few steps down the darkened hallway, a faint sliver of warm light spilled across the floorboards.

The door to the double dormitory swung open with a quiet click. Texas stepped out into the corridor. She was dressed in loose, comfortable pajamas, a steaming mug of black coffee cradled in her hands. She stopped short, nearly bumping chest-to-chest with Lynn in the narrow space.and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

“T-Texas?”

Lynn startled, his exhaustion momentarily overridden by a spike of adrenaline. He looked ready to bolt back down the stairs.

Texas didn’t flinch. She stood there in the dim light, her silver hair slightly tousled from the late hour, the rich, bitter scent of her coffee mingling with the quiet tension in the air. For whatever reason, she hadn’t slept either. She let out a faint, barely perceptible sigh.

Her slippers clattered softly against the wooden floor as she stepped forward, closing the distance. Her striking eyes locked onto his, unreadable and heavy with unspoken weight. Without breaking eye contact, she raised one hand and pointed a slender finger toward the plush sofa in the adjacent common area.

“Sit. I have something to say.”

But I just want to sleep…

Lynn looked at her calm, beautifully stoic face. He swallowed the protest building in his throat, sighed deeply in his heart, and obediently shuffled over to the sofa. As he sank into the cushions, he braced himself, quietly wondering exactly how this enigmatic Lupo planned to torment him tonight.You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.