Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 3 A Friendly New World

Compared to the hellish Warhammer universe that Chen Yu had just escaped—where there were warp gods who wanted to devour souls at all times, green-skinned orcs who were madly thirsting for war, cold and ruthless space necromancers who wanted to assimilate everything, and the dark, oppressive, and insane atmosphere of the Imperium of Man itself that viewed technology as heresy…

This cyberpunk world, which is also riddled with problems, is practically "friendly"!
At least humans are still the majority here (although they may be covered in prosthetics), at least there are no Chaos Whispers that directly corrode your brain, at least he can roughly understand the technology tree here and use it freely without being labeled a heretic!

Most importantly, there's Coca-Cola, internet (though terrible), and a relatively "normal" city and social structure (though utterly rotten)!
“Servo skull, reassess the environment.” His voice was once again filled with joy and lightness.

"Assessment Revision: Based on current observable data. Environmental parameters: Stable, but with radioactive contamination and extreme weather. Native organisms: Moderately threatened variants exist, with predictable behavioral patterns."

Technological traces: Confirmed characteristics of a late information age to large-scale cybernetic civilization. Long-range communication attempts and energy signals were detected, but the network architecture exhibited high fragmentation. No signs of subspace contamination, Orc spore clouds, alien swarm signals, or large-scale warfare were detected.

Overall assessment: The current area presents a harsh environment but is not a zone of continuous combat; the probability of survival is significantly higher compared to most extreme environment templates in the database.

“That’s right.” Chen Yu gently patted the metal top of the servo skull, the movement almost “light and quick.”

"Energy levels are low, but this isn't the front lines. The network is broken, but there are always nodes available. There are mutated monsters, but they're a million times easier to deal with than gene stealers."

A sense of loss lingers, after all, I can't go back to my real home. But more than that, there's a tremendous sense of relief and... a desire for challenge?

“Okay,” he said to himself, and began scanning the repair shop for anything else that could be used. “First step, find myself a reliable power source, and then modify this place, at least to build myself a laboratory.”

This world is terrible, but for him, it might be a place where he can start over, or even... live a good life.

The soles of the boots (or rather, the sophisticated, multi-terrain-adaptive mechanical feet) made a nearly silent sound as they stepped on the weathered concrete, the silence broken only by the slight crunch when they rolled over gravel.

Chen Yu walked through the streets of the abandoned town, like a red ghost from another time and space.

The servo skull on his shoulder rotated smoothly, and a faint scanning beam flickered in the hollow eye sockets, superimposing the completed architectural perspective view and real-time biothermal signals into the field of view of his optical sensors like a semi-transparent veil.

The air was filled with dust, ozone, and a kind of indescribable smell of rust, the smell of metal slowly dying.

The radiation level was still high, but for his enhanced respiratory filtration system and internal circulation, it was just one of the environmental parameters that needed to be recorded.

Absolute silence enveloped the place, with only the wind—the eternal master of this land—tirelessly weaving between the dilapidated doorways and empty window frames, playing a hollow and desolate lament.

Based on several low-intensity biosignal clusters marked by the servo skull, he first walked toward a partially collapsed rooftop garage.

As soon as I approached the twisted and deformed wreckage of the roller shutter, a hoarse and threatening hissing sound came from the depths of the shadows.

Immediately afterwards, several hideous creatures lunged out—their skin was covered with thick, tumor-like keratinous growths, their eyes had degenerated into only cloudy white membranes, and their bared fangs gleamed with an unhealthy yellow light, clearly the product of severe radiation mutation.

"An inefficient evolution, a grotesque form twisted purely for survival," Chen Yu calmly commented, his tone carrying a hint of the scrutiny characteristic of a mechanical priest towards inferior creations. He didn't even consider using any energy-consuming weapon systems.

With a slight thought, two slender yet incredibly strong mechanical tentacles (Mechadendrites) with precision tools at their tips shot out from under his sleeves like lurking venomous snakes! Swoosh! Swoosh! With two soft sounds, the sharp probes or grippers at the tips of the tentacles pierced the skulls of the two mutated weasels charging at the front with unparalleled precision.

The other limb that tried to attack his lower body from the side was casually and precisely stepped on by his foot, which was covered with reinforced terracotta. With a slight exertion, an unpleasant sound of bones cracking rang out.

The last one was more cunning, attempting to use the debris as cover to flank the enemy, unaware that its every move had already been captured by the servo skull's all-around sensors.

The skull and mandible opened and closed, emitting an extremely weak, directional electric pulse. It was not meant to kill, but rather to strike precisely the ground in front of its nose, sending up a small amount of electric sparks and a burnt smell.

The moment the mutated creature retreated in fright, another mechanical tentacle, waiting for its chance, shot out like a spear, ending its suffering.

"Threat cleared. The biological tissue is mildly corrosive and radioactive; isolation is recommended during subsequent handling." He calmly assessed the situation, skillfully manipulating his tentacles to shake off the sticky blood and grime, as if he were simply performing routine instrument cleaning.

Having resolved these minor issues, he was finally able to carefully examine the garage. The space wasn't large, about forty square meters, but the main structure was surprisingly intact, not completely buried by sand.

A heavy metal workbench, though covered in rust, remained sturdy. In the corner were piles of rusty tools and several metal boxes of unknown purpose, as well as an old-fashioned vehicle lift with a completely malfunctioning hydraulic system.

“The space is compact, the structural integrity is assessed as good, and the basic tools are available… Good, with a little tidying up, it can serve as a qualified temporary workshop and shelter.” He marked this place as a core resource point with satisfaction.

Continuing his exploration towards the town center, he encountered his second "resident" in a shop with a dilapidated facade and a long-lost sign.

An old-fashioned, disc-shaped cleaning robot, whose once smooth white shell is now covered with dents, scratches, and brownish-red rust.

Its optical sensor was murky, flickering with an unstable red light, and while meaninglessly repeating the broken electronic sound of "Clean—Mode—Start—……Error—" it spun its top cleaning brush at high speed like a headless chicken, and suddenly crashed into Chen Yu.

It is clear that the underlying logic circuit is damaged, which is judging any moving object as an obstacle that needs to be cleared.

"Oh? Still carrying out the original instructions after all these years? This persistence is... somewhat touching, even though its logic is completely broken." Chen Yu easily dodged the chaotic collision.

Physical destruction is the worst approach to dealing with such low-tech autonomous machines.

A data probe popped out silently from his wrist and swiftly connected to the maintenance interface exposed on the back of the robot due to damage to its outer shell.

"Force overwrite core instructions. Execute: Deep sleep protocol. May your circuits find peace."

The robot's frantic movements froze instantly, the red optical sensors flickered a few times before going completely out, and the creaking motors fell silent, turning it into a real, quiet pile of scrap metal.

"The servo unit, sensors, and part of the alloy frame may be recyclable." He noted this down, adhering to the principle of making the most of resources.

(End of this chapter)