Tirien Hive City became more prosperous and flourishing than before after Planet Atoma became the capital planet.
Every day, countless transport ships traveled back and forth between the surface and the orbital port, shuttling between magnificent skyscrapers.
They brought travelers or goods from other worlds, adding to the prosperity of Tirien Hive City.
Hovercars and hovercraft, like schools of fish, roamed the sky, casting moving shadows on the ground.
Occasionally, one could see propaganda airships with sculptures of the Emperor, with huge loudspeakers on both sides of the airship broadcasting the impassioned voices of Ecclesiarchy priests, encouraging people and demanding that the populace remain devout to the Emperor.
However, the prosperity and liveliness of Tirien Hive City had nothing to do with Scalp.
As soon as he entered the game, his friend dragged him to a quiet and dim archive room to review numerous financial documents related to the Calixis Sector.
This was an extremely tedious job, making one wonder if this game was for entertainment or torture.
The NPC officials handed them centuries of archives, which were piled up like mountains, and they could only read them little by little.
While reading, they also had to sort out how the financial model of the Calixis Sector had operated over the past few centuries.
After sorting it out, they then had to use the resources at hand to establish an effective financial mechanism.
Of course, they were not the only Players responsible for this work.
There was also a group of Imperial staff responsible for assistance, as well as Tech-priests responsible for transporting and organizing the archives.
But they were still the main Person in charge, and many things required their personal review.
"I can't do it anymore, it's too much. I can't finish reading, I really can't finish reading."
After several days and nights of continuous fighting, Scalp collapsed in a pile of papers, showing an expression of 'just kill me quickly'.
Even when he was young, Scalp had never done such high-intensity work.
Who would have thought that in middle age, he could still experience such a hellish life in a game?
As soon as he went online, he would immerse himself in the archive room, working until he logged off.
All sorts of data and documents made his Scalp tingle, and his head was dizzy and swollen.
He even wanted to pack up and run away.
"Have a shot." Tenjiro walked up to Scalp, with a medical Tech-priest following behind him.
The Tech-priest extended a mechanical arm with hydraulic tubes and gears, and a shiny needle extended from the end of the arm.
The needle pierced Scalp's body, pumping a stimulant into his body.
The stimulant entered his body, alleviating his physical fatigue and greatly restoring Scalp's listless mental state.
"This game is so damn great!!"
"Not only do they make me work online, but they also give me stimulants! Do they want me to be a workhorse forever?!"
Scalp complained while climbing out of the pile of papers.
"As expected of Warhammer, demons are silent, and capitalists shed tears."
Another Player looked up at a forty-five-degree angle, equally resigned to his fate.
"What is evil? This is real evil!!"
"It is indeed too agonizing."
"I've never seen so many numbers and documents in my life."
The other Players were also exhausted; once someone took the lead, they all followed suit and complained.
"I've never been this tired working as a workhorse in Reality."
"I can't bear it, I really can't bear it."
"......"
Tenjiro looked at Scalp and his companions, frowning.
"Flesh is weak and cannot bear the burden. It seems you need to undergo some enhancements."
After speaking, he sent an application to Cortana.
He wanted Scalp and the other new Players to undergo modifications so they could process the documents at hand more quickly.
[Application has been evaluated and approved. Father Tina will bring a professional team to perform enhancement modifications for the relevant Players.]
When Scalp heard there were benefits, his face immediately lit up with a smile.
"Sure enough, good brother, you still know how to fight for our welfare."
Tenjiro revealed a sly smile.
"Of course, if there are benefits, how could I not think of you? Honestly, you will soon feel how real this game can be."
Scalp clenched his fist and tapped his chest, "No more words, good brothers for life."
The other Players were also like this; they were all friends who were very familiar with Tenjiro.
Engaged in the financial or sociological fields, they were all elite talents.
......
Father Tina's actions were very quick.
In just over half an hour, she arrived in front of Tenjiro with a team of Mechanical Priests and brand new prosthetics sealed in metal boxes.
Father Tina had been promoted by the Adeptus Mechanicus to a Sage due to her outstanding performance during this period.
But Tenjiro believed that her promotion was entirely due to the Guide's elevated status.
Was Father Tina not diligent enough before?
She was still just a small repair priest at Lykard Space Station.
Even in the Warhammer Universe, it is difficult to avoid the human dynamics where one person's rise benefits their followers.
Those NPCs who followed the Guide early on have achieved significant accomplishments.
Aying, who was only a captain when they first met, is now an independent Army Lieutenant General.
Von of the Valanxius Family became the acting Sector Lord.
Hyderak, the Bishop of Planet Atoma, suddenly became the Sector Cardinal Archbishop, and is now an influential figure in the Calixis Sector.
Oz Tina, as the first NPC to work for the Guide, is only a Sage now, which is considered a slow promotion.
Once the Calixis Sector is recovered, Tenjiro speculates that Father Tina might serve as a Forge Lord or Forge Master.
As a Sage, Father Tina had very little flesh left on her body.
Beneath her crimson robe were dense data cables and mechanical structures.
At the position of her heart, a faint azure light emanated, clearly a miniature nuclear fusion sun.
Tech-priests are all madmen!
What kind of sane person puts a miniature nuclear fusion device in their chest as an energy source!!
Tenjiro smiled, but his mind was wildly complaining.
"God Chosen 'One Night Output Slaanesh Ten Times', I have received a task that requires me to modify several God Chosen whose flesh is weak."
Father Tina's voice was mechanical and cold, devoid of human emotion.
"It's these few." Tenjiro pointed to Scalp and the other Players.
One of Father Tina's mechanical tentacles hummed as it extended, retrieving several contract documents from a nearby Mechanical Priest.
"These are credit loan agreements, standard God Chosen templates. You can check the terms."
"If there are no problems, sign your names, and then we can begin the surgery."
The documents were sent to Scalp and the other Players.
Each document was very long, detailing various clauses.
"We still have to take out a loan?" Scalp's eyes widened as he looked at Tenjiro.
"Aren't we working for the Guide? Shouldn't these expenses be directly reimbursed?"
Tenjiro explained: "You have to take out a loan first for the enhancement modifications, and then the expenses can be reimbursed once the task is completed."
"In other words, we must complete the task for the expenses to be reimbursed, otherwise we get nothing."
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Scalp and the other Players gasped.
Even slave owners don't exploit people this much!!
You have to bear your own profits and losses for work, and even bring your own dry rations!
"Do you feel the reality of the game now? Even exploitation follows procedures."
Tenjiro chuckled.
"We went through the same thing back then."
"Alright, I'll sign." One Player raised his hand first.
He stepped forward to the Mechanical Priest and signed his name on the contract document.
Scalp looked at that Player, his eyes slightly widened.
The other party was also a top performer in the financial field.
He should be able to see the trickiness of the loan agreement; if the task wasn't completed, he would really have to work hard to pay off the debt.
Tenjiro saw his friend's concerns and slapped him on the back of the head again.
"This is a game!! Even if it fails, it won't affect your life in Reality."
"Playing a game and being so hesitant, are you regressing?"
"Moreover, letting you take out a loan is already the Guide's grace; how many people want to take out a loan but can't find a way?"
Scalp, feeling the pain, turned around and gave Tenjiro the middle finger.
He'd remember this grudge and kick his butt if he got the chance later.
Seeing the other Players successively sign the credit loan agreements, Scalp knew that if he didn't sign, the NPC certainly wouldn't enhance him.
Given the current work intensity, his body simply couldn't handle it without enhancements.
"Alright, I'll sign too." For the big pie the Guide drew, Scalp compromised.
After signing the agreement, Father Tina quickly arranged implantation surgery for the Players.
The entire process went very smoothly.
Half an hour later, Scalp and the other Players were all fitted with mechanical prosthetics and auxiliary brains.
One of their eyes was also removed and replaced with a brand new electronic bionic eye.
When processing documents, they only needed to activate the scanning function of the electronic bionic eye to read massive amounts of information and perform calculations using the connected auxiliary brain.
+++ Praise omnissiah, praise the Machine God, praise the Motive Force +++
The surgery ended.
Father Tina blessed the God Chosen's mechanical prosthetics again, then left.
"So cool!" Scalp, who had completed the implantation surgery, was very excited.
"Look, after activating the scanning mode, everything has a prompt."
The electronic bionic eye embedded in his eye socket emitted a beam of red and green light.
When it landed on an item, the item's data information would be displayed on his retina.
"Name: A document file from the Internal Affairs Department."
"Weight: 0.17 KG."
"Authorization level is low, readable without obstruction."
"Name: A metal chair with a forty-year history."
"Weight: 10.2 KG"
"Low value, not recommended for pickup."
"Name: ",
"... ... ... ..."
"... ... ... ..."
"Alright, stop playing, keep working," Tenjiro said. "We need to come up with an effective financial solution as soon as possible."
"Hmm, work for the Emperor," Old Ma clenched his fist, his face full of loyalty.
The other Players who had been enhanced were also like this.
They once again threw themselves into intense and heavy work.
To complete this task faster, they reduced useless socializing and social engagements in the Reality and fully devoted themselves to the tasks in the game.
As long as they were online, they worked frantically.
When they were tired, they relied on stimulants to hold on until they went offline.
They hated 996 in the Reality.
They relished 247 in Warhammer OL.
After working day and night, they completed a thesis titled "Imperial Financial Discourse" and submitted it.
Thanks to the Lighthouse technology, this thesis was quickly sent to the Imperial Glory and presented before Alex.
"I have to say, the Players are really powerful, the God Chosen are amazing!"
Alex immediately finished reading the "Imperial Financial Discourse" submitted by Tenjiro and others.
It clarified the shortcomings of the current imperial financial system and a brand new reform plan.
"Let's make it the update content for version 5.0."
Alex planned to establish the Imperial Financial Department and a series of new departments like banks to test the waters after the Calixis Sector campaign concluded.
"Cortana, remember to give them rewards, and also reimburse their enhancement fees."
"Understood, Master."
Meanwhile, on Planet Atoma.
After Tenjiro and others submitted the "Imperial Financial Discourse," they waited anxiously,
They originally thought they would have to revise it several times before it passed.
Who would have thought that a task completion prompt would appear before them shortly after.
"Congratulations! You have achieved the first stage objective of the task. The Guide is very satisfied with the discourse you organized."
"Corresponding rewards have been issued."
With the prompt sound, their respective databases received a sum of contribution points, honor points, and faith values.
The enhancement loans they had incurred to complete the task were also repaid by the official.
"Wow, what an angelic Party A!" Old Ma exclaimed, "The plan passed on the first try, and the payment arrived instantly. In one word: awesome."
"To be honest, I was prepared to be nitpicked," another Player said, "but Party A is so straightforward!"
"Although it's very tiring, the sense of satisfaction I get after completing a task makes me feel like I'm floating. Oh no, I feel like I'm becoming an M."
Old Ma showed a look of enjoyment,
"Faster, I need more high-difficulty tasks. I want to enjoy the pleasure that comes from challenges."
Tenjiro looked at Old Ma, his eyes wide.
They had known each other for so long, and he didn't know his friend had this fetish.
He actually enjoyed the sense of satisfaction that came from work.
Wow!
This guy wouldn't be targeted by Slaanesh, would he?!
At that time, drooling and injecting stimulants while working desperately.
That scene, just thinking about it felt a bit broken!
The false Slaanesh, cow succubi, thousands of people gathering,
The true Slaanesh, working desperately just to enjoy the satisfaction of achieving success.
While Tenjiro and others were enjoying the joy of completing the task,
Warmaster and other Players had already rushed to the battlefield, ready to earn new merits.
...
Wandering Port,
This void port, located on the edge of the Calixis Sector, was the last stop before the Savage Lands.
Millions of residents once lived here.
Although chaotic, it maintained a basic order and flourished due to the merchants and adventurers passing through.
Now, however, it had become a bloody hell.
Even with the air Purification system running at full power, it couldn't completely filter out the smell of blood in the air.
After the rebels took control, they began to extensively round up slaves, suppress loyalists of the Empire, and offer bloody sacrifices to their Warp allies.
Those who dared to resist were tortured to death, their bodies hung in the streets.
The rest became slaves and sacrifices to the Warp.
Most of the residents of Wandering Port had complained about the Empire's shortcomings,
But when the Chaos-backed rebels took control of Wandering Port,
They realized that the Empire at least treated them as humans,
Chaos simply saw them as disposable consumables and food.
"Work faster." A supervisor held a whip, lashing the working slaves.
The whipped slaves dared not speak their anger and could only lower their heads and continue working.
All the residents of the entire port had now become slaves,
Everyone was forced to labor, engaging in heavy factory work and reinforcing the fortifications of Wandering Port.
Only a few families who had surrendered the fastest were spared and continued to enjoy a life of extravagance.
The former naval headquarters of Wandering Port had now become the rebel command center.
Eriel, serving as the commander of Wandering Port, was assessing the current situation,
Through his efforts, the entire Wandering Port had been transformed into an impenetrable fortress,
Countless artillery platforms stood on the magnificent buildings of the port,
And there were several weapon platforms and fortresses nearby, forming a mutually supporting defense.
"If those Emperor's pawns want to seize Wandering Port, then they must be prepared to pay a heavy price," Eriel sneered.
Behind him were representatives of families like Hal and Fetus, the Rogue Trader Guild, and pirate groups.
Seeing the many cannons and weapon platforms of Wandering Port, they deeply agreed with Eriel's words.
Even if the Empire were to suffer heavy losses here, it might not be able to break through Wandering Port.
At this moment, an urgent alarm sounded.
Accompanied by a flash, the void was cut open.
An ethereal glow surged into the Reality universe through the cut.
A massive fleet flew out from the breach, heading towards Wandering Port.
Their hulls bore the emblem of the Imperial Aquila, clearly a loyalist Imperial fleet.
"Just finished talking and they're here."
Eriel looked at the icon displayed on the data projection, a cold sneer on his face.
"Are you just going to charge straight in? Let's see how much you're willing to pay for this port!"
...
Void battle erupted,
Dense lasers, missiles, torpedoes, and lances filled the entire void battlefield.
The intense light produced by the explosions was like the helium flash of an aging star, making people instinctively avert their gaze, not daring to look directly.
Most of the rebel warships had gathered in the Mars system, preparing for a decisive battle with the Imperial loyalists.
But Wandering Port, with its remaining ships and its own firepower, was enough to contend with the Imperial fleet.
"They are bound to lose," Eriel reiterated. "Their fleet is powerful, but trying to capture Wandering Port is a pipe dream."
"They will burn their blood here and then have to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat."
...
Vast void.
Dozens of boarding torpedoes, stripped of their life support systems and power engines, drifted towards Wandering Port.
In Wandering Port's sensor arrays and augur systems, these boarding torpedoes, without heat or radiation signals, were marked as meteorites.
When they were close enough to Wandering Port's weapon platforms and fortresses,
The Imperial warships that had been observing them issued an activation command.
The deadly cargo carried by the boarding torpedoes awakened from their slumber.
Warmaster was one of them,
Wandering Port's firepower was strong, and a hasty assault would incur too great a cost.
Before the official start of the war, Warmaster and others came up with a crazy idea.
In the vast void, as long as a flying object's sensors, radar, engines, and communication components are removed, it is very difficult to detect.
Especially in places like Wandering Port, where abandoned aircraft and meteorites are abundant.
They could build disposable boarding torpedoes propelled by solid bombs to launch surprise attacks on the enemy.
Of course, this was a tactic that only Players could use recklessly.
Because the risk was too high,
Boarding torpedoes with most of their components removed were no different from scrap metal.
A three-meter-long boarding torpedo was no different from a speck of dust in the vast universe,
Once it deviated from its course, the occupant would drift in the void until death.
"It's time to show the enemy our fangs."
"Let us, in the name of the Emperor, bring down punishment."
Warmaster saw Wandering Port through the porthole of the boarding torpedo.
The bomb at the tail was detonated, and the boarding torpedo instantly reached its maximum speed,
Drawing a trajectory in the void, it directly crashed into the weapon platforms and port surrounding Wandering Port.