Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 135 Little Hurley's Furious Outburst

"Ah—that feels so good—"

The showerhead in the bathroom sprayed out scalding hot water.

The water flowed down Hughie's thin back, gathered in the deep hollows of her waist, then washed over her thighs, and finally swirled into the drain.

Hughie stood in front of the mirror, scrubbing her skin vigorously.

The grayish-white dead skin softened after being soaked in hot water and could be rubbed off with a little force, revealing the originally pale but somewhat rosy skin underneath.

She was very thin, extremely thin.

The collarbone is prominent, the ribs are clearly defined, and the abdomen is flat with a slight indentation.

Because of a long-term lack of nutrition and exercise, she lacked any of the curves typical of women, which made her look—not very attractive.

Moreover, beneath that layer of skin, one could vaguely see metal wires moving about, and the high-tech network implanted in her body was pulsating slightly with her breathing.

Hughie looked up at herself in the mirror.

Although she was extremely thin, her facial bone structure was excellent, with a high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and especially those green eyes.

After being washed clean of filth, the child appeared exceptionally clear, and also exceptionally indifferent.

She picked up her toothbrush.

brush teeth!

Brush your teeth like crazy!

The stiff bristles rubbed against my gums until the white foam turned pink and my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

She didn't feel any pain, only pleasure!

Half an hour later, Hughie came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a gray work uniform issued by Deep Space Industries. It was the smallest size, but it still looked loose on her. The cuffs and pant legs were rolled up several times.

Her hair was wet and dripping down her back.

"Oh dear, is little Hughie finished washing?"

A middle-aged female worker who was mending clothes in the dormitory looked up and a kind smile appeared on her face.

This is a senior employee from the original Engineering Department, and also one of Hughie's current roommates.

"Come here quickly, Auntie saved a piece of meat for you."

The female worker took a still-warm piece of processed meat from her lunchbox and handed it over.

Hughie stared intently at the female worker's rough hand, with black dirt still under her fingernails.

She didn't find it offensive.

He took the meat, thanked her, and then sat down on the edge of the bed to eat it in small bites.

In the past few days, the Abomination Intelligence has given her a task: to familiarize her with the operating mechanisms of the deep space industry.

To put it simply, it's about letting her go out and about, to get to know people, so she doesn't stay huddled in a corner like an autistic child all day.

After finishing her meal, Hughie walked out of the dormitory building.

The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.

She walked along the wide concrete road, looking at the busy crowd around her.

The people here are strange.

As a "soulless" with untouchable traits, Hughie is well aware of what she means to ordinary people.

In the society of the empire, ordinary people would instinctively feel disgusted, fearful, and repulsed upon seeing her, and even want to vomit.

She was used to it; it was the soul's rejection of nothingness.

But here, this reaction seems to be suppressed by some stronger emotion.

"Hey pretty girl! Where are you going?"

Several female workers passing by saw her and greeted her with smiles.

Some even wanted to reach out and rub her head or pinch her cheeks.

In the eyes of these older women who had experienced the hardships of the wasteland, Hughie, this thin, small, and delicate-looking girl, was an absolutely lovable porcelain doll.

Because they are so endearing, they subconsciously want to express goodwill through physical contact.

Hughie didn't say anything.

Her eyes remained calm, but just as the other person's hand was about to touch her hair...

The body moved.

Without any warning, she simply tilted her head slightly and took a half-step off course.

That hand missed its target.

Phase neural nodes endowed her with reaction speed and dynamic vision far beyond that of ordinary people.

In her eyes, these mortals moved as slowly as a slideshow.

The female worker paused for a moment, then awkwardly withdrew her hand. She wasn't angry at all; she just smiled and said that the child was really shy.

Hughie continued walking forward.

She reached the edge of the square and looked up at the black research tower.

Although there were no windows through which one could see inside, she knew that some abominable intelligence was busy inside.

Andy.

The biggest boss in Deep Space Industries, known as the "Sage" by all the workers.

Hughie's lips curled into a slight, mocking smile.

Foolish mortals.

They had no idea what was really going on beneath the surface of the "chosen one" they worshipped.

Despises intelligence.

Moreover, even among the intelligences of hatred, it is the most terrifying one!

Iron Man!

A mechanical evil spirit that almost destroyed the Milky Way!

In the Empire, they were an absolute taboo; the kind of people who would send an entire colony of Space Marines to hunt down and eliminate even one of them.

As a result, these humans actually regarded him as a savior and even wanted to build a shrine for him.

This world has gone mad.

but----

Hughie had to admit that this Iron Man was indeed quite capable.

He actually managed to organize so many people and build such a large industrial park in such a short time.

Moreover, he didn't kill her; he gave her dignity and freedom.

For Hughie, that was enough.

Hughie is a very pragmatic person. She doesn't care whether her boss is a human or a ghost. As long as she can live comfortably, it doesn't matter who she works for.

But her goal is very clear now.

move place!

She had had enough of that four-person dormitory.

Although her roommate was very kind to her, the deafening snoring and the pervasive body odor in the air pushed her, a person with some degree of germaphobia, to the brink of collapse every night.

She had her eye on a few luxury apartments in Building A of the residential area.

Single room with private bathroom and 24-hour hot water; only highly skilled technicians are eligible to apply.

And she, Hughie Campbell, as the only female mechanic in Deep Space Industries currently proficient in the construction of supernatural structures, felt she was fully qualified to live there.

With that thought in mind, Hughie quickened her pace and entered the research tower.

Comprehensive laboratory.

This is now the shared office for Hughie and Father Zor.

One big and one small, one old and one young, the two of them together create an extremely bizarre scene.

Zor sat at his workbench, debugging the logic circuitry of a thinker.

Hughie walked over, picked up a data board, and glanced at it.

"Hey old man, this parameter is wrong."

Hughie's voice was icy cold.

"The binary prayer of the Mechanicus does not produce any actual function. I suggest deleting this code and replacing it with a logic lock."

Zor raised his head, his electronic prosthetic eye rotating.

"Nonsense!"

Zor blew his beard and glared.

"What do you mean by 'not having any practical function'? That's the sacred language of Om Messiah! How can you just delete it like that?"

"Furthermore, logic locks require protocols that support multi-dimensional geometry, which our devices are completely incompatible with!"

"Then let's modify the equipment!" Hughie retorted without backing down. "Can't the parser do the conversion?"

"You know that's heretical thinking, right? Equipment also has a soul!"

The two argued about this issue for half an hour.

In the end, Zor was defeated.

Because Hughie dismantled the Thinker bridge right in front of him and then built a new one.

After the Thinker started running, its performance did improve, though not by much.

However, facts speak louder than words.

Although Zor was stubborn, he was actually convinced in his heart.

Seeing that Zoll had fallen silent again, Hughie knew her chance had come.

She dropped her aggressive stance, and her expression softened slightly (though she still had that deadpan look).

She walked up to Zor, reached out, and grabbed Zor's red sleeve.

It shook gently.

"Father Zor—"

Hughie softened her voice a little, though it still sounded stiff, but it was the best she could do.

"Look, I've fixed this for you."

"Could you—please tell Andy for me?"

Zor looked at her warily: "What did you say?"

"Let me take charge of the analysis project for the Ghost Works Construct, okay?"

Hughie blinked.

"It's such a waste that I can only do odd jobs now."

"If I were to lead that project, I guarantee the production capacity would increase several times over."

"Mainly—"

Hughie's true intentions were revealed: "Once I have the title of head of a senior project, I can apply for an apartment in Building A."

"I was almost suffocated by the stench from that dormitory!"

"I want a single room! I insist on staying here!"

Zor looked at the girl who was acting coquettishly but without any sincerity, and simply pulled his sleeve back.

"no."

Zor refused without hesitation.

"Why?!" Hurley cried out in alarm. "Am I not skilled enough?"

"It's not a technical issue." Zor pointed upstairs. "Lord Andy is very busy right now. He's currently working on a series of analytical tasks, and no one can disturb him."

"Furthermore, the Ghostly Works project involves very high levels of permissions and is not yet open to the public."

"You'd better stay here and help me debug the machinery. Once you're done with your work, you'll be taken care of."

Hughie was stunned.

She never expected that even after "sacrificing her looks" like this, she would still be rejected!

Hughie puffed out her cheeks in anger, trying to inflate herself into the shape of a pufferfish.

She slammed her hand on the table in frustration, making the parts on it bounce around.

"! How could this happen?!"