The gunsmoke of Alacaster had yet to fully fade from memory when the real-world tidal wave it unleashed finally reached the shore.
The imperial faction's victory announcement rang out like triumphant bells across the Dawn Initiative finals livestream. That final, epic CG animation was seared into the minds of millions of viewers. Medici's name — along with his Warhammer 40k: Battlefield — had been elevated to something approaching legend.
This was not the victory of a single game. It was the detonation of a cultural phenomenon.
In the most visceral, most direct, and yet most profound way imaginable, it had torn away the lukewarm, numbing entertainment veneer of this utopian world. Blood, sacrifice, faith, despair, and transcendent grand narrative had been crammed wholesale into the senses of every viewer.
The controversy never ceased, but the heat and discourse steamrolled every competitor. Neil's Crabapple blossoms speak their language, with its delicate warmth, seemed so... small in comparison to the cold, dark, epic sweep of the Warhammer universe.
The final ruling of the judging panel was never in doubt. Some committee members raised reservations about the game's "extreme violence," "dark tone," and "potential for adverse psychological impact."
Those objections, however, were rendered pale and powerless in the face of irrefutable market momentum, player engagement, cultural impact — and most critically, staggeringly high emotional arousal indices.
Ten billion credits.
A figure dizzying enough to make anyone's head spin. After deducting the event platform's cut and applicable taxes, it settled into Medici's account like a mountain of gold — heavy, radiant, and tempting.
This was not merely money. It was a pass to truly free creation. A rocket booster capable of propelling Warhammer 40k: Battlefield from "a stunning competition entry" to "a landmark cultural achievement."
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Seated in his studio — still as spare and nearly spartan as ever, save for the essential equipment — Medici's face showed little in the way of wild elation.
His instinctive social anxiety left him unsettled. A larger wave of media attention and public scrutiny was coming, and he knew it. Yet deep within, a far more intense, almost obsessive excitement was burning.
With funding secured and constraints lifted, he could finally spread his wings. He could present to this world a Warhammer universe more sweeping, more dark, and more authentic — exactly as he had envisioned it.
His actions were swift and purposeful.
The first priority was not celebration or publicity, but laying the groundwork. Paving the road for the game's official, free, large-scale operation. Two core problems needed to be solved: creative efficiency and server capacity.
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First order of business: upgrading the creative core — the AI assistance system.
His previous work had relied heavily on three things: his own deep understanding of Warhammer lore, the ingenuity of blending Earth's game design philosophies with that universe, and a basic but serviceable general-purpose AI creative assistant.
Now, however, everything had changed.
Facing the long-term operational pressure of consistently producing high-quality, high-complexity content — new maps, factions, storylines, units, balance updates — that "artisan workshop" toolchain had to be upgraded.
He opened the highly integrated "Creator Services Platform" and filtered directly for the highest-tier professional content creation AI systems. Such systems carried more powerful logical inference capabilities, richer style and asset libraries, and more efficient physics simulation and scene construction modules. The price was steep. But relative to ten billion credits and future revenue projections, the investment was critical.
He selected a top-tier system renowned for "deep logic simulation" and "high-freedom style fusion," paying for a multi-year usage license.
His new AI partner would not only help him build battlefields and design units more quickly. Operating within the core rules and world-building parameters he established, it could assist in generating more dynamic, more "organic" battlefield events and NPC behavioral logic — making that virtual universe more alive and, crucially, more unpredictable.
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Second order of business: constructing the flesh and bones — the server cluster.
A game designed to host hundreds of thousands to millions of simultaneous players, running large-scale, high-complexity, continuously evolving war simulations, placed astronomical demands on server processing power, bandwidth, and stability. The temporary resources used during the competition were nowhere near sufficient.
Back on the online platform, Medici began evaluating server leasing arrangements. In this society — where physical manufacturing was highly automated and digital services permeated every corner — such transactions moved with startling efficiency.
No need to fly to a data center. No need to negotiate with human managers in suits.
The platform automatically matched him with several top-tier proposals from large-scale enterprises operating at different geographic nodes. He could even conduct a "virtual inspection."
After confirming his preferred proposal, the platform authorized him to remotely access the data center's security and monitoring network. His perspective shifted — and he found himself seemingly standing inside an immense, silent steel forest.
Countless indicator lights blinked like a river of stars. Rows upon rows of towering server racks stood in neat formation. The cooling systems emitted a low, resonant hum, like the breathing of some great beast.
An agile tracked robot served as his eyes and guide, leading him on a slow tour through the vast machine room. It synchronized real-time feeds of key areas, temperature and humidity data, backup power status, and network topology maps for his review. Everything was cold, precise, and efficient — carrying an aesthetic beauty that was wholly industrial.
After a comprehensive comparison, he selected the proposal that excelled most in bandwidth, latency, security, and scalability. He signed a long-term lease and maintenance agreement.
The massive server resources, like a faithful legion of steel, stood ready and waiting — needing only for him to sow the seeds of war across them in the Emperor's name.
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Both core matters were resolved swiftly. Medici closed the last confirmation screen, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled slowly.
The studio held only the faint, low hum of machines at work.
Outside the window lay this world of immense material abundance — its spirit hungry for something to fill it. Inside sat a transmigrant who had just acquired the weapons and capital to reshape this world's entertainment landscape.
On the screen before him was the plain yet forceful original logo of Warhammer 40k: Battlefield.
"The foundation is set," Medici murmured.
His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard as he pulled up the development roadmap and version update planning document for the game's official release. His gaze was focused. Bright.
"Now, it's time to let this world truly understand what the taste of 'Eternal War' means."
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The injection of ten billion credits was like fitting the most powerful engine and heaviest armor onto a war machine that had just completed its prototype trials.
The countdown to the official launch of Warhammer 40k: Battlefield had quietly begun.
A cultural crusade — vaster, more enduring, and more penetrating than Alacaster — was on the verge of commencing.
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