I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 92: Half of it is good enough (Part 45)

At the same time, Li Nuo adapted to the life of orcs.

Shangchao, the first largest area.

Osgus was counting the points and spoils of this cleanup operation in his study.

The evening breeze blew through the corner of the room, and a figure emerged as the curtains fluttered.

She folded her arms and leaned against the window frame, revealing her body curves unreservedly under the artificial moonlight.

Osgus looked up and continued with his statistical work:
"Ruth, did you get what I asked you to get?"

Ruth at the window pinched her pink nose pitifully, her voice so sweet that it made people sick:
"Brother Osgus, I was almost caught by the judge because of you..."

"Don't give me that. Put your things down, take the money on the table and leave. I have a lot of things to do and I don't have time to bother with you."

Osgers was nonchalant.

Ruth's face froze, she glanced at the other person, unzipped her bag, took out something and placed it on the table by the window, then picked up the heavy purse and held it in her hand.

Another evening breeze blew, and the curtains danced in the wind. When the curtains fell, Ruth was nowhere to be seen.

The psychic readings on the wall dropped to zero, indicating that Ruth, who used psychic power to achieve invisibility, had gone far away.

Osgus changed his previous indifference, stood up hurriedly, closed the window, drew the curtains, and picked up the things on the table with trembling hands.

This is a metal object with cuneiform characters all over its surface. It is ink-blue in color and made of a material similar to steel. It feels soft to the touch and heavy in the hand.

There are no notches, gaps, keyholes or the like on its surface, it is a seamless whole.

No one can open it without knowing the correct way to open it.

Although brute force can force it open, it will also trigger the internal self-destruct device, causing the contents to turn into powder.

Osgers has a dark secret.

Not long ago, he was injected with a ghost potion and successfully awakened a psychic power.

When he is at a loss for a solution to a problem, this psychic power will convey the answer to the problem to him.

Like now.

"Aperite, arca hereditaria Akheresi."

Osgus chanted in a low voice the secret words that the psychic power told him.

The metal object in his hand made a crisp crackling sound.

Two seconds later, the top cover of the metal object popped up automatically, and gray light flowed out from it.

Osgus opened the top cover with the most gentle movements, and the strange life form sealed in the transparent glass ball came into view.

The appearance of this object is somewhat similar to a virus magnified to the size of a fingernail.

It has a round spherical body with bumps all over the surface, and on top of the bumps there are long and thin sticks, at the end of which are tentacles attached to the inner wall of the glass ball.

Psychic power told Osgus that this thing was an ancient pathogenic strain.

It can create a massive plague that is difficult to eradicate.

Corpses and death, these two are exactly what Osgers wants.

Especially corpses.

The local bottom nest has been cleansed, and a large number of ghost mushrooms have fallen into the hands of the hive.

In the foreseeable future, Epimate will surely usher in glory with the ghost mushrooms.

However, don’t forget that ghost mushrooms feed on humans.

A living person is best, a dead person is also fine.

Live sacrifice would result in the death of the Imperial Court of Justice.

But the corpse is different.

Osgus has calculated that the number of deaths in this hive every day can only guarantee the production of less than 10,000 bottles of ghost potion per month.

This is not enough, far from enough. He needs to expand production, expand production, and expand production again to ensure that all the families that support him can rely on the ghost potion to prosper.

Deliberately causing mass death among the population of this hive is undoubtedly digging one's own grave.

A plague in the next star region is most appropriate.

When there are heavy casualties there, the friends you make on other planets will help you transport the bodies here, in an endless supply that is inexhaustible.

If this kind of thing is accomplished, it will be of immediate benefit to future generations. With the output of ghost mushrooms created by relying on the corpses, he will surely become Tido's lover and indirectly take the position of governor.

The premise is.

Don't let anyone find out that the disaster in the neighboring star field was caused by you.

Osgus activated his psychic power, entered a state of meditation, and listened to the guidance from his psychic power.

After a while, he walked into the pharmacy, quickly prepared the medicine, and encapsulated the pathogenic strain in a blue-purple medicine.

This drug can temporarily seal the parasitic ability of pathogenic strains, preventing them from infecting living organisms in the near future, without completely deactivating them.

Osgus put the potion in his arms, called his guards, took a special car to the orbital elevator, and went all the way up to the orbital dock.

The dock is busy 24 hours a day, with cargo ships, warships and shuttles constantly staying here.

In the corner of the dock, a cargo ship controlled by the local coin guild was parked.

Osgus boarded the cargo ship and followed the winding passage to the VIP room on the upper deck.

Nominally, he had come to discuss interstellar orders with Hakkas Pisnis, the son of the chief merchant representative.

In fact, Khakass is his close friend, accomplice, and deeply involved stakeholder.

The two of them planned the entire plague together.

"How is it? Is the potion ready?"

Hakas asked in a low voice, his expression slightly agitated.

"We're ready. Have you chosen the people to carry out the plan?" Osgus took out a blue-purple potion encapsulated in a glass bottle.

Hakas put the potion in his pocket and called Osgus to walk to the secret door of the VIP room:
"The choice is perfect. That guy is the leader of the Water Absorbing Gang in the Ruins District. He is very slick and really wants to survive. As soon as I proposed to hire him to be a commercial spy on an alien planet, he agreed immediately and underwent the transformation surgery to become a commercial spy on the spot."

Osgus nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice:
"The planned target location has not changed recently, right?"

"Nothing has changed. Everything is normal there. It is as chaotic as ever. It is filled with cold trade merchants who buy and sell alien specimens, illegal fleets, subspecies, and an astonishing number of various aliens. These scums who are not protected by the Empire will only waste the Empire's resources if they live. Your potion can just help solve the problem for the Empire."

Hakas opened the secret door, and walked in with Osgus, and fed the unconscious corporate spy a drug in front of each other.

The cargo ship is about to set sail and reach its destination via subspace navigation.

Calculated according to the time of the physical universe, the cargo ship can reach the port within a maximum of 4 Terra days.

By then, the sealing effect of the drug on the pathogenic strain will be automatically lifted, and the commercial spies will be infected by the pathogenic strain, thus spreading the epidemic without their knowledge.

This is like the fermentation of koji in a wine vat. As long as you give it time, you will definitely reap some rewards.

Osgus and Khakas returned to the VIP room and poured two glasses of wine, one for each.

"Cheers to our future ghost potion trade." Hakas couldn't help himself, with a noticeable smile on his lips, as if he saw the huge profits brought by the ghost potion being sold all over the empire.

Osgers was also all smiles:

"Cheers to the glory and prosperity of Epimet. Promise me, Khakas, to remind yourself repeatedly that what we do is not only for our own benefit, but also for a bright future for the nobility of Epimet as a whole."

"I promise you, Osgus, we are just, and our profits come from those lawless criminals, not from the residents of the imperial world. May our friendship last forever, my future governor." Hakas held the wine glass, one foot in front and one foot behind, and bowed to salute.

Osgus enjoyed it very much, and clinked glasses with the other party with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The scarlet wine swayed in the glass, creating ripples as the glasses collided.

The two of them raised their heads and drank the wine, which was as red as blood, in one gulp, enjoying it to the fullest.

After drinking their fill of wine, they got off the boat slightly tipsy and watched the cargo ship set sail.

Osgus invited Khakas to take his special car back to the First Region.

On the way, the evening breeze blew, and Khakass's drunkenness dissipated. He rubbed his chin and asked:

"Osgus, what is your potion made of? Are you sure the plague created by it won't stay on the corpse? If the corpse carries a large number of pathogenic strains, I will have to prepare a special disinfection team in advance to deal with them. This is a considerable expense."

"Don't worry, Hakas." Osgus smiled confidently:

"That bottle of medicine is very special. The pathogenic strains it releases will only infect living hosts. Once the host dies, the strains will die with it. Dead people will not have pathogenic strains. You don't need to set up a special disinfection team. You just need to wait to receive the corpses."

"I believe you, my future governor." Khakas burped and asked quietly:

"Did you give this potion a name?"

Osgus recalled the symptoms of infection that psychic power told him:
"Well... from what I understand, people infected with the plague have no other external symptoms except back pain. They will eventually die because their spinal cords are eaten away by the bacteria. So, we can simply call this potion the Spinal Cord Devourer."

Khakass laughed:
"Spinal Eater? That's a pretty straightforward name. I wish you were half as good at naming as you are at planning."

...

...

"I wish my universal psychic material limit was half of the Mad Doctor's."

On an unknown orc planet, in a shack in an orc settlement.

Li Nuo looked at the identification results and felt envious.

[Name: Mad Doctor Sack's Psychic Field]

[Universal Psychic Energy Material Reserves: 46/50. ]

[Automatically restore 24 universal psychic material every 1 hours. Stop restoring when the reserve reaches the upper limit.]

Universal psychic material, the power of my thinking, the spellcasting consumables of orc technology witchcraft, you can call it whatever you want, anyway, the things these nouns refer to all originate from the psychic field possessed by the individual.

After Li Nuo confirmed that his psychic field was somewhat similar to that of the orcs, he had some guesses about the origin of the [Mushroom Farm].

In all likelihood, it was the work of an ancient sage.

At the end of the War in Heaven, what was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Ancient Ones?
A slaver.

The Enslavers are a type of Warp Lifeform that enslaved the servants of the Ancients, rapidly devouring their vitality from within their forces, and ultimately leading to their defeat.

My situation is similar to this.

Ingesting things with Warp elements is equivalent to allowing the power of the Warp to enter one's body and disintegrate oneself from within.

If it weren't for his own psychic field blocking the subspace entities of the Reconciliation Cult, the consequences would have been disastrous.

After thinking it all through, Li Nuo broke out in a cold sweat. From then on, he made up his mind not to let anything with subspace components enter his body, lest his life be in danger.

Let’s get back to the main business of the moment.

Can he use the Mad Doctor's body to collect ordinary orc spores?

The answer is yes, but not completely.

The life form of orcs is very special. They are fungi, plants, and animals.

In the earliest days of Orc Spore, spores were defined as reproductive spores, whose life form was fungus.

Orc spores at this stage can be placed into a fungal storage facility.

Li Nuo has already stored several hundred of them in the warehouse as backup.

When the orc spore grows into mycelium, it can no longer be placed in the fungal warehouse.

Because at this time the orc spores turned into strange creatures that were half fungus and half plant.

As time goes by, the fruiting bodies give birth to Squiggles, Farts, or young Orcs, and the Orc spores are transformed into a combination of fungi, plants, and animals.

It can feed on carrion like fungi, perform photosynthesis like plants, and also has flesh and blood.

In summary, orc spores that have not fallen to the ground can be put into the fungal warehouse. Once they have fallen to the ground for more than about 1 minute, they cannot be stored in the fungal warehouse.

This is the result of Li Nuo's repeated experiments.

It can be deduced from this that creatures like the cute but ugly Squiggle, the clever Fart Spirit, and the weak Orc boy cannot be stored in the fungal warehouse.

"I think this is not bad. In the future, if I see someone who is unhappy with me, I will plant mushrooms on his land."

Li Nuo chuckled secretly and referred to himself as "I" imperceptibly.

He calmed down and searched his mind for memories.

Sack's past was placed deep in his mind by the system, and he could make it appear by concentrating on recalling it.

In the orc clan, the mad doctor has a very high status.

Sack's living environment has nothing to do with the word "high status".

In fact, the place where he is now is not the territory of a certain clan, but a neutral area that happens to be between the major clans.

The clan that Sak originally belonged to has been destroyed.

He lost all his belongings and three of his limbs during his escape and fled to a neutral area to survive.

The balance of this neutral territory is fragile.

It would never have been possible for it to exist if the surrounding orc clans had not been evenly matched in strength.

In the foreseeable future, this place will definitely become the center of fighting among various clans. Everything that Mad Doctor Sack has now will be wiped out, and he himself will be completely defeated.

Ok.

Pretty miserable.

But what does this have to do with me, Li Nuo?

Now that Sack is dead, I'll just replace him with an orc.

The key is, I have to recover the cost of 5 magic spores.

Previously, I spent 1 magical spore and got 139 simulation points.

This time, we have to get 700 simulation points to make it count.

700 simulation points correspond to 700 points scored in the simulation.

Killing an orc boy gets 1 points, killing a sniper boy gets 2 points, and getting praised by the orc clan leader gets a one-time reward of 3 points...

Based on this calculation, how many orcs do I have to kill to earn 700 points?

Li Nuo opened the fungus warehouse and saw that there was sufficient stock of carbomycin.

Or, how about using the poisons in the fungus warehouse to do something big?
Just as Li Nuo was thinking this, a large hand wearing metal protective gear knocked on the door panel, making a loud clanging sound.

(End of this chapter)