Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Death was the greatest mercy the Emperor and the Empire could bestow upon a lowly miner.

But he's only injured; there's still hope for him.

But he was beyond saving; the medicine was more expensive than him.

[Drag him out, throw him out, he's so noisy. Once he's completely dead, someone will collect his body and make use of it.]

What are you looking at? Get to the mine now!

No... Daddy!

"Commander, someone has used a large amount of energy."

"What's going on? Players haven't contributed that much yet, have they?"

The equipment has been updated once, and most of the contribution has been recovered.

"A miner was injured, seriously injured, his body was severely damaged."

Fang Yun stood on the command platform, looking at the players gathered together.

There were also astonished miners around.

Drooling, his identity is that of a squad leader certified by the Human Union, a Human Union officer, and he has two clone soldiers and two miners under his command.

Miners have always considered themselves to be the lowest of the low.

This high-ranking officer actually carried a lowly miner on his back and ran like the wind towards the camp for help.

Their anxious and urgent demeanor was truly touching.

Normal people cannot understand the visual impact of this scene on the miners.

How can there be such a person?

Fang Yun's face showed a hint of relief.

"It seems the players haven't forgotten to cherish what they have."

Players haven't yet shown any signs of treating miners' lives as worthless.

This is why he secured the spot.

If a miner dies, recruitment slots are permanently frozen.

Players will have to consider sunk costs and won't recklessly trample on life.

Of course, he also accepts meaningful deaths of miners or soldiers.

He is a human being.

He is not a god.

With the camp currently operating at a loss, every bit of energy needs to be used wisely. In the clash between reason and emotion, it seems that emotion has won.

The bio-chamber can treat almost any injury, cure all viral diseases, and even perform superficial interventions at the genetic level.

The more severe the injury, the greater the contribution required.

Miner Reese's injury was almost severed, and conventional treatments would not have been able to save him.

To ensure timely delivery to the biological chamber, the exoskeleton even used a fuel cell to power it.

The players' collective contribution to heal a miner was a source of great comfort to the Allied Commander and an unbelievable act to the former Imperial miners.

Anna and Annie were right next to Fang Yun, so they naturally witnessed what had just happened.

"Our miners, the miners of the People's Federation, need protection, they need safety."

"The armor has been modified and some of the supplies have just been prepared. We're just half a day away from finishing..." Anna bit her lip, her face full of self-reproach.

The defensive equipment will be ready for deployment in just half a day.

She felt that she had let Fang Yun down.

"It's not your fault. You never know what will happen tomorrow, an accident or tomorrow."

AI-7's voice rang out: "Commander, energy is low. Authorize?"

At the same time, voices requesting authorization also came from the ecological warehouse.

"How could that be? Why would authorization be required?"

"Can't contributions be used together?" Drooling was still standing in the bio-vault, knocking on the hatch in confusion.

"Number Seven, since you can afford the contribution needed for treatment, then it doesn't matter how that contribution came about."

Anna and Anne looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

As engineers, they were well aware of the camp's energy situation. The modifications had been paused several times due to insufficient energy, which led them to secretly reduce their treatment for their genetic diseases.

This is all to save a little bit of energy for the shelter.

"The warriors of the People's Alliance are ready to die in battle."

"The Human Alliance's fleet can fall."

"It's okay to die on the way to your ideal."

"But when has the Human Federation ever abandoned humanity?"

Behind Fang Yun, Annie's trembling fingertips quietly slid across the data panel.

Artificial intelligence (AI) merely performs cold calculations: "Energy consumption will exacerbate instability."

"I know."

"It's just a difference between working half a day earlier or half a day later."

"This is truly devastating; saving this little bit of energy won't stop it."

As energy was injected, the bio-chamber began to operate, protruding numerous mechanical arms and some dust-like substances.

These dust-like substances are nanomedical robots.

As the electricity was depleted, miner Reis's injuries were healing rapidly.

Or, to put it another way, stitching, stitching from the nanometer level.

Miner Reese was suddenly awakened from his deep sleep.

"dad!"

Fear came from Reis's nightmares, from his memories.

That being thrown out like trash became his eternal nightmare.

You should call me sir or captain.

The miner, Reese, had just woken up, but was extremely hungry and weak.

He was so terrified and confused, his eyes darting around as he tried to suppress his inner fear.

Until he saw the drooling captain opening a can next to him.

"Team, Captain..."

He nodded in surprise, drooling. This game is really awesome.

"Here you go!" he said, drooling as he handed the opened can of food to Reis.

Are you hungry?

Glug glug.

The ecological chamber does not provide energy; instead, it consumes the patient's body energy.

He instinctively devoured the meat in the can, and as the wonderful taste exploded on his dry tongue, the numb Reiss raised his head.

His gaze was as if he were searching for some problem.

Doubt, confusion, and bewilderment filled his mind, and he voiced his confusion.

"Captain, why did you save me?"

Drooling and looking up in surprise, he replied, "Why wouldn't I save you?"

"You are my miner, and you will be my soldier in the future."

"In the commander's words, you are a citizen of our Human Federation."

"You are a fellow human being of the same age as me. How can I just stand by and watch you die?"

"What, shouldn't I have saved you?"

"What else?" Miner Reese asked, sounding somewhat agitated.

"Just like my dad."

"Like my dad."

"He was also a miner, the lowest of miners in the eyes of the empire, and so was I, the lowest of miners."

"His leg was injured; he was bitten by a rock worm."

Miner Reese was trembling with emotion, tears welling in his eyes.

"Those people, those people abandoned him in the wilderness and sold his body."

"Just because of my father, he's not worth saving."

"I'm the least deserving of being saved."

"Why? Why?"

Tears welled up in the eyes of the miner Reese, and they streamed down his face.

This made the drooling man freeze in shock.

What kind of world is this, and what kind of cruel story does it tell?

How cruel, how cruel an empire.

"I am a selfish man, so selfish that I would even protect the lives of my own soldiers."

"I'm glad I'm in the Human Federation, a member of the Human Federation."

"No matter the reason, I cannot stand by and watch my fellow human beings, who are the same age as me, die in front of me."

Even if you are just a number in the empire.

Even if you're just data, he doesn't want to see his own people die.

The miner, Reese, was wailing and crying.

"Why, why, why..."

The hysterical crying moved everyone present.

"Why didn't you come sooner!"

Reese sobbed uncontrollably, leaning on the drooling shoulder.

Why...?

What should have been a questioning statement contained little to no accusation in Reese's tone.

More often than not, after ascending to heaven from a desperate environment, they experienced great ups and downs, and their sorrowful cries echoed.

He drooled and raised his hand.

Are these tears?

The warm liquid dampened his hands.

Only a person with deep emotions can shed such passionate tears.

Like a dream.

He murmured to himself.

"This shitty world, this shitty empire."

His eyes were moist as he drooled.

Damn!

"The planning team, you've won."

I don't know why, but I'm drooling even though I know it's a game.

But the emotional impact remains just as strong.

He understood the miner Reis's breakdown.

That's too reasonable.

A miner at the very bottom of the social ladder feels no warmth whatsoever.

Every day is spent mining, mining, mining.

Stopping means immediate execution.

Instead of feeling happy when encountering a new, warm order, one feels a sense of powerlessness and collapse in the face of past experiences.

They ate that nauseating canned food and drank that foul-smelling filth.

Oh wait, shit, those canned goods.

His mouth watered as he thought about the ingredient lists on those canned goods, and then, recalling the past experiences of miner Reese, his expression turned to horror.

This tragic story left viewers watching the game livestream in disbelief.

"My goodness, is this a personalized storyline? Or was it designed by AI? How did the Stellar Project team manage to do this?"

"Is this a plot specifically designed to make people drool?"

"The other side can't possibly be a real human, can it?"

He kept drooling, feeling as if the other person was a human being and the entire planning team were beasts. Fear, disgust, loathing, sympathy, and sadness were all mixed together in his heart.

"Damn planning team, please hold an offline event! My light stick is fully charged."

"Damn it, the Empire, you beasts!"