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Chapter 314 Tarachin's Dignity
[Reward 6: Simulated Companion.]

[Redeem this reward option to have a non-orc life form become your simulated companion.]

You have chosen the Space Necromancer as your simulation companion.

[Start calculating the cost.]

The target is a space necromancer; the base price is 700 tons of single crystals.

[Target: Tarasin, the overlord subordinate to Nissilach; Price +100%.]

[The target's consciousness is protected by the Nissilach Consciousness Cluster Firewall; price +500%.]

【最终的价格为700*（1+100%+500%）=4900吨单晶体。】

[Do you want to confirm starting Waaagh simulation for the target?]

[Confirmed to be enabled.]

【...】

[The Waaagh simulation of the target has ended.]

The system message hovered in Li Nuo's field of vision, displaying many details.

First of all, not just anyone can be a simulated partner.

Only those beings who trust Li Nuo or are mentally relaxed enough can serve as simulated companions.

Tarasin is currently skeptical of the orcs' consciousness transfer devices, and since Lino has not gained his trust, he cannot be forced to treat him as a simulated companion.

Secondly, the cost of simulating companions is not high, and it is not even equivalent to the daily single crystal production of Palu Homeland.

If Taracin doesn't believe it, Li Nuo wouldn't mind demonstrating it a few more times. In any case, the other party will eventually succumb to the temptation and try it out for themselves.

But as the saying goes, if you can trust the dead, pigs can fly.

After an hour of multiple tests, Talassin confirmed that the device in the orc's hand was the key.

This is easy to handle.

Once the device is obtained, this technology, which allows the free transfer of consciousness between the undead body and the living, becomes possible to replicate and crack.

As for these orcs...

hum.

As is customary in producing historical footage, key historical figures must be preserved as specimens to appear in every reenactment of the historical world.

Therefore, turning these orcs into specimens is the best option.

Especially the orc standing on the bridge command platform.

Tarachin saw many unusual things about him.

The power armor is a mixture of ceramic steel and subspace single crystals, with a chitinous shell that resembles biological armor. The wrists and ankles are noticeably thicker, suggesting that some kind of biological weapon may be hidden inside.

How could one miss such a unique orc life form?

Tarachin's mind raced, churning out eight hundred wicked schemes, yet he maintained a friendly demeanor on the surface:

"Orc, I'm willing to make a deal with you. How about this: you come with me to the ancient orc's exhibit, and we'll exchange the ancient orc for the consciousness transfer device, completing the transaction on the spot. Is that alright?"

Whether Li Nuo has the device or not, he can still exchange for the reward of [Simulated Companion].

This so-called consciousness transfer device is actually an amniotic fluid tank with an orc's head inside.

If Taracin wants to transfer his consciousness in the future, he can just press a switch on the jar.

The switch will activate the orc's head, sending a message to Li Nuo via the [Archived Briefing], reminding him to pay attention to Tarashin.

Li Nuo possessed the orc's head and manually activated the [Simulate Companion] function for Tarashin.

This is how the device works.

Li Nuo has tested it repeatedly and found that the device can continue to operate as long as the orc's brain does not die.

In a sense, it's not wrong to determine that this is a consciousness transfer device.

“Alright, Tarasin. One device for a specimen of the ancient orc chieftain, I approve of your deal. However, the transaction will take place in the Netway. You send someone to transport the ancient orc chieftain to the location I specify, where someone will meet you.”

Li Nuo gestured to the noisy kid, who then broadcast the coordinates of the real universe via global broadcast.

Talathin was clearly dissatisfied with the orcs' response.

He slowly withdrew his amiable expression and said in an unquestionable tone:
"Let's trade right here. This is my territory, and I call the shots."

"You think you're in charge? Heh." Li Nuo sneered, pressing a button on the data panel. "Go talk to my earth-shattering bombshell!"

Three annihilation weapons, ready to be detonated, were launched from the cannon barrel and came to rest right at the muzzle.

With just a flick of Li Nuo's finger, these three earth-shattering bombs would be launched, destroying most of the artifacts on this planet.

What happened to the King of Figurines?
Does the King of Figurines have no weaknesses?
You can run away from the monk, but you can't hide from the temple. Tarachin's planet is right here. If this deal doesn't go through, Li Nuo will just use a bombardment fleet to rob it openly next time!
Tarasin was both surprised and furious that the orcs were still so arrogant on his own territory, and shouted:

"Are you crazy, orc? You don't want the specimen of the ancient orc chieftain anymore? Blow this place up, and let's see how you get the specimen then!"

"Oh, oh, oh, why are you in such a hurry?" Li Nuo said sarcastically.
“Listen up, Tarasin, we’re here to make a deal, and we know your methods. Let me tell you the truth, we orcs aren’t cowards. I’ll count to ten, and you open the Dyson Sphere and let us out. We’ll meet at our designated location a day later. If you don’t come, I’ll blow your planet up!”

After speaking, without waiting for Tarasin's response, Lino began to count down on his own.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!..."

"Hmph, orc, you overestimate yourself and underestimate the power of the confinement field."

Tarashin waved his hand forcefully, and the binding force field went into full power, instantly enveloping the ship and the orcs on board in a green force field light.

The three massive bombs were stuck at the cannon barrels and could not be fired, so Li Nuo's threat did not materialize.

Tarachin surveyed the ship inside and out, nodding in satisfaction.

These ignorant orcs don't even have a way to counter the binding force field, yet they dare to threaten me.

"Move them to the BI-1-QE display case, thoroughly inspect the entire ship, unload all dangerous goods, and then bring me the device that orc is holding."

"Yes, my lord."

After a well-organized search and relocation, the reconnaissance ship was sealed in a display case. Most of the orcs on board were executed by the space necromancers, and only the orcs holding the device survived.

However, he didn't get a chance to speak.

This orc was made into a specimen, fitted with a restraint device, and sealed within the image projected by the holographic device, forever playing the role of an ignorant and arrogant orc idiot.

After setting up the holographic projection of the historical events, Tarasin, satisfied, picked up the consciousness transfer device and returned to his old lair deep underground.

He placed the device on the craftsman's table and scanned it carefully with various scanning instruments, but he couldn't understand how this ridiculously simple device could transfer consciousness across species.

Experiment, monitor, experiment again, monitor again.

Tarasin spent several days and nights in a frenzy of experiments.

All attempts ended in failure.

Ultimately, the inner desire for the senses of the living triumphed over reason.

Tarasin decided to use himself as a test subject to experience the device firsthand and find out the key to the experiment's failure.

He pointed the device at himself and pressed the switch.

"Clap."

The mechanical sound was crisp and pleasant.

The experiment, which should have failed, became a great success at this moment.

Tarasin's body shuddered and fell sideways to the ground with a dull thud.

...

… “Hahaha! I won! This spare rib didn’t even last ten days before it couldn’t resist using the boss’s device!”

"Hahaha! A bet's a bet! A bet's a bet! Hand over the Palu Beast Fang now!"

"Ugh! My beast teeth! I've worked so hard to save them up until now, and they're all gone just like that. Tarasin is so useless, he couldn't even last ten days!"

It was pitch black all around, and the surroundings were incredibly noisy.

Despite the dim light, Talasi felt the vibrant atmosphere around him, filled with orcs reveling in their own world, and he himself was the greatest source of amusement.

He was bewildered and confused, unable to grasp the situation, and didn't even realize that he shouldn't be experiencing such emotional turmoil.

Suddenly, someone ripped the sack off his body and untied the ropes binding his hands and feet.

The bright light pierced my eyes, triggering my tear ducts, and tears immediately streamed down my face.

Talasi rubbed his eyes, and his vision cleared. Hundreds and thousands of orcs and farts were raising their glasses, cheering, drinking, and shouting around him.

Absolute noise brought absolute silence, and Tarachin's mind went blank.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his own body.

Green skin, green chest, green thighs, and steel open-crotch pants!

He turned into a fart sprite!
Tarasin took a deep breath, his heart pounding wildly.

The strong aroma of alcohol mixed with the smell of orc sweat wafted into his nostrils, causing Tarashin to cough repeatedly.

Saliva sprayed from his mouth and splattered onto his palm. The remaining body heat quickly dissipated, and the sticky sensation of the saliva made Tarasin unable to recover for a long time.

He seems to have emotions and real senses!

"Bang!" A farting demon slammed a leather wine glass in front of Tarasin, splashing wine everywhere.

The old man patted Tarasin on the shoulder with an air of superiority:

"Hey bro, you've made me some money, this is my treat, don't be shy!"

Tarasin stared blankly at the fart-faced man for a moment, then picked up the wine glass as if possessed, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the spicy, bitter, and cheap liquor went down his throat, causing a burning sensation in his esophagus and stomach, Tarachin finally realized that he had transformed from a cold, metallic skeleton into a living, breathing person!
"Hahahaha! I'm alive! I'm alive!"

Talasi laughed maniacally, and the surrounding elves and orcs cheered even more enthusiastically.

Drinking, playing with spoons, singing, arm wrestling, fighting.

Talathim spent the night like a true orc boy.

A few hours later, the sound of bells rang out from outside.

The orc and the farting spirit staggered out of the tavern, leaving behind filth and shattered tables and chairs.

The tavern owner, along with his sycophantic underlings, cleaned up and casually placed the completely drunk Tarasin on a long bench in the corner.

Tarasin was fast asleep.

This sleep lasted for a full day and night.

That evening, Tarachin slowly woke up, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tavern.

The dizziness from the hangover and the pain from the fight roamed through my head and body.

These feelings are real and unforgettable.

The problem is, how do I end this transfer of consciousness?
He was the overlord of the Nissilach dynasty and the most renowned collector in the entire galaxy. He couldn't possibly spend the rest of his life like a nobody, could he?
Tarachin realized he had to take action and find a way to end the consciousness transfer as soon as possible.

He sat up, then froze, only to notice a familiar figure sitting in the chair opposite him.

The figure was five meters tall, with a robust physique, and wore sophisticated composite power armor.

He took off his helmet and placed it beside him, slowly enjoying the sizzling, oily roasted meat, occasionally taking a sip from his glass and letting out a hearty sigh.

Even without the scanning device of the Necromancer, Tarachin still has basic eyesight.

He recognized the orc's origin at a glance:

"How did you end up here? Shouldn't you have been sealed away on the display stand in the Prism Gallery?"

That's right, Tarasin would never be mistaken; the orc in front of him was the "idiot" he had turned into a specimen.

The orc turned his head to the side and grinned:
"Thanks to Brother Mao's care, as long as I want to live, I won't be killed. Now, can we have a proper discussion about the deal?"

Tarachin fell silent for a moment.

In principle, once something enters the collection, there's no reason for it to be given away again.

But the current situation is that the principles are not in our own hands.

"What can you do to me if I don't agree?"

“I will seal you in this fart spirit’s body. From now on, you will be just an ordinary fart spirit here.”

Li Nuo picked up a towel and wiped his mouth, then slowly and deliberately issued his threat, like a thug in a suit:
“If you trade with me for the specimen of the ancient orc leader, you will only lose one item in your collection. But if you don’t trade with me, hehe, I’ll gladly take everything on your planet.”

“Insidious orc…” Tarasin gritted his teeth, wanting to stand up and rebuke the other, but suddenly realized he wasn’t even as tall as the other’s calf, so he could only sit back down in his chair dejectedly.
"Let me go back first, and I'll consider your suggestion."

Li Nuo picked up his helmet, stood up, left a single sentence, and turned to leave without looking back:

"It seems you haven't grasped your situation yet. I knew you were the type to not learn until you were faced with a fatal problem. So I didn't intend to ask for your permission. Remember to tune in to the TV program later."

"Clang, clang, clang..." The heavy footsteps disappeared outside the door.

"Dang Dang Dang~"

The bells rang again, announcing the arrival of night.

The orc and the fart spirit walked into the tavern, chatting and laughing, and greeted Talasi on the way.

The tavern owner greeted customers with a smile and used a data panel to turn on the television set in the corner of the ceiling.

The pixelated screen showed a scene of an orc fleet besieging a planet.

The farting news anchor, dressed in his work uniform, sat upright at the front of the stage, excitedly announcing:

"Guys! I have some great news for you! The 2nd Expeditionary Force of the Paru Empire has recently successfully breached Tarasin's lair - Solemnas! The expedition first sent the Blood Raven Special Forces deep into the planet to find the specimen of the ancient orc leader and protect it. Then, they launched a massive bombardment, relentlessly bombarding the planet's Dyson sphere shell!"
"The Paru Empire is awesome! Our earth-shattering bomb blasted Solemnus to smithereens! But the specimen of the ancient orc chieftain remains intact under the protection of the Blood Raven Special Forces! Right now, the 2nd Expeditionary Team is clearing the ruins of Solemnus and battling the remaining skeletons! Now, please see the report from the front lines from our reporter!"

The scene shifts from the perspective of near-Earth orbit to the Earth's surface.

A farting man holding a microphone appears in the center of the screen.

Standing atop the wreckage of a holographic device, he gesticulated wildly as he described the battle and delivered the good news from the front lines.

Behind him was a battlefield, where space necromancers and power armored orcs clashed once again.

Both sides used Gauss weapons, but only the orcs were able to inflict effective damage.

Necromancer's Gaussian beams and phase weapons were all blocked by the green shield.

The battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre. Tarachin's mind was a complete mess, and he couldn't hear what the reporter boy was saying.

All he knew was that he was finished.

Completely finished.

Since he doesn't want to hand over the specimen of the ancient orc leader in a dignified manner, then this orc power called the Palu Empire will help him do so in a dignified way.

This is the profound meaning behind the scene before us.

Tarasin slumped into a chair, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

The tavern owner walked over, lifted him up with his wrists like iron hoops, and glared at him, saying:

"Tarachin, you've drunk so much, smashed up my shop, and haven't paid me yet?! Get out there and wash the dishes!"

The tavern owner tossed it casually, and Tarasin flew into the kitchen as if it were a roadside object.

(End of this chapter)