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Zeke noticed an option in the Resident Manual that allowed residents to trade with each other.
What is this? Zeke checked the box, and the manual displayed: Your residents can now trade with each other.
To trade, there had to be demand. Zeke thought for a moment.
If there is no demand, create it. And what Dance could offer right now was, of course...
Zeke looked at Calgar's Power Gauntlet. "Hey, do you want a weapon styled just like your gene-father's?"
The topic jump was immense.
The image of Guilliman raising the Emperor's Sword, wreathed in flames, flashed through Calgar's mind. He nodded subconsciously.
"That's right. Dance, one customer! One order of Fire Aspect coming up."
"You got it." Dance took the Power Gauntlet and applied Fire Aspect to it on the Enchanting Table. The experience cost for the enchantment was deducted from Zeke's own XP bar.
The Power Gauntlet shimmered with a colorful glint. Calgar put it back on and threw two punches.
Flames surged forth, tracing a brilliant fire in the air.
"It's not just a special effect; it will also painfully burn your enemies," Zeke added.
Zeke checked Calgar's trading bar. Emeralds had been recorded in the Resident Manual.
Finally, he didn't have to go around trading with people one by one.
Zeke took a sign, wrote down the available enchantments in order, and began soliciting business.
"This Infinity..." An Ultramarine walked up and asked, "Can it be applied to a Bolter?"
"An Infinite Bolter?" Zeke shot a questioning look at Dance.
Dance took the Bolter. The runes of the Enchanting Table merged into it, and a Bolter with infinite ammo that required no reloading was freshly baked.
Hot.
The Ultramarine clicked his tongue in wonder, unable to believe it. "A Bolter that doesn't need reloading? Am I dreaming?"
He cradled the Bolter like a priceless treasure and began showing it off to his battle-brothers. Through word of mouth, more and more Ultramarines gathered in front of Dance's stall.
At first, they were dismissive, but when they realized that enchanting could enhance a weapon at no cost to themselves, their expressions instantly turned to fanaticism.
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After the brief war council, Guilliman sat heavily back on his throne, dismissing all attendants and advisors.
Guilliman buried his face in his hands, letting out waves of groans.
With a sigh of release, the Primarch took off his mask of stoicism and allowed himself to show a trace of sorrow.
Even with his superhuman physique, Guilliman showed fatigue when facing a completely unfamiliar era.
Too much had happened in these ten thousand years. The Imperium, in particular, had fallen into darkness.
Confusion and fear pressed on him so hard he couldn't breathe; grief and pain made it hard to control himself.
Guilliman missed his brothers terribly. If Vulkan, the Lord of Drakes, were here, he would surely give him a hug to comfort him.
He could no longer suppress his anger. He stepped forward heavily, fixing his accusing gaze on the portrait of the Emperor.
"Why do I still live?!" he roared.
Ten thousand years ago, he had poured his heart and soul into fulfilling the Emperor's dream.
Now, humanity's galactic dream was long dead, leaving behind a twisted, gigantic corpse.
The reason the Imperium could still survive was merely due to its deep, ancient foundations; there was no hope to speak of.
Guilliman was a through-and-through idealist.
He had once constructed countless futures in his mind—a bright future where humanity multiplied and thrived in the galaxy.
But now, all that was left for him was a rotting Imperium where people struggled just to delay the inevitable.
The Primarch turned and walked to the window. He reached out a hand, touching the stained glass through his gauntlet.
From below came the chattering shouts of his sons.
"Full set of Protection IV is the best choice!"
"Does anyone actually choose Thorns?"
"Refund! I want a refund! Knockback is a trap!"
Guilliman's gaze passed through the window, focusing on the gathering of Ultramarines below.
In the center of them was the human named Zeke, the one who had come with that peculiar squad.
Guilliman intended to summon that squad later to speak with them.
"But what are they doing right now?" Guilliman looked on in confusion as an Ultramarine raised a Chainsword glowing with colorful light and shouted:
"Yes! I finally got it! A full thirty tries! Thirty tries!"
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Watching the emerald count rising in the Resident Manual, Zeke felt an inexplicable sense of security.
He had no shortage of Experience Points; he could use them freely.
He had even come up with a genius idea: separate Targeted Enchanting and the Random Enchanting Table.
Only after repurchasing 89 times on the Random Enchanting Table—filling up the "Pity System"—could one use Targeted Enchanting. (TL/N: Insert Gacha Memes :)
He called it "providing a better sense of experience."
At the same time, it wasn't just emeralds; the enchanting fee also included local currency from Ultramar.
Zeke took Calgar's advice. Considering the customers were Ultramarines—a relatively wealthy demographic—he set the price at an expensive level.
Chatter and discussion were everywhere. Scattered on the table were several Bolters and pieces of dismantled Power Armor.
Sure enough, once people knew something could be better, they would always lean towards the best.
Zeke watched an Ultramarine get what could be called a "demi-god roll" Chainsword from the Random Enchanting Table:
Sharpness IV, Knockback II, Unbreaking III.
But when he learned that Sharpness went up to V, he painfully continued to throw money in, just to get the most perfect Chainsword.
Considering that a weapon is the only thing one can rely on in the battlefield, there was no harm in investing money in it.
All the Ultramarines were getting carried away.
The Ultramarines began to discuss the choice of enchanting schemes. Regarding ranged weapons like Bolters, the consensus was reached unexpectedly fast.
These battle-hardened warriors grasped the key points almost instinctively.
"Infinity is undoubtedly the first choice." An Ultramarine Lieutenant tapped on a dataslate. "Infinity ensures the weapon never runs out of ammo. It eliminates the need to reload while reducing logistical pressure to the minimum."
"Next is Power," another Ultramarine added, stroking the barrel of a test Bolter in his hand. "Tests show that the Power enchantment significantly increases the warhead's penetration. It's extremely effective against heavy armor units."
"What about Punch?" a younger warrior asked. "Looking at the data, it seems to produce a strong knockback effect."
The Ultramarine Lieutenant shook his head.
"Knocking the enemy back too far is actually detrimental to follow-up cleanup with the Chainsword. It fits special situations where distance control is needed, but it's not a universal choice."
The enchanting philosophy for ranged weapons was clear and unified:
Infinity as the core, Power V as the edge, and Punch as an optional supplement for specific tactics.
Zeke nodded secretly; it wasn't too different from the conclusions drawn from his own gaming experience.
However, when the topic turned to defensive armor enchantments, the consensus quickly disintegrated, evolving into a heated tactical debate.
"What is there to argue about?"
A burly Ultramarine Veteran patted his thick pauldron.
"Protection. Of course, it's a full set of Protection IV. The data clearly shows it comprehensively reduces all types of damage."
"The view of a brute!"
An Assault Sergeant retorted immediately. "Superficial knowledge."
"Projectile Protection, Blast Protection, Fire Protection—we should enchant different tactical squads according to the most common threat types. That is how we maximize efficiency."
The Veteran and the Assault Sergeant; neither would yield to the other.
"Do you dare to take your enchanted equipment and duel me to see which is the strongest?"
"Why wouldn't I dare? For fairness, we can use Flamers, Bolters, and Heavy Stubbers—these three weapons correspond to the three types of protection. We can use them at will. How about it?"
The Battle for the Strongest Enchantment. Zeke sat on an Anvil, pulled out some fried chicken and fries.
The Ultramarines had always been known for strict discipline and abundant manpower.
Although the Veteran and the Assault Sergeant were unforgiving with their words, it was mostly a friendly competition to prove which enchantment was more useful on the battlefield.
It was an experiment led by example. The Chief Librarian realized their intent and nodded silently from the side in permission.
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