Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Andy shifted his gaze from the black box to the surrounding warehouse.

Inside the finished product warehouse, which hadn't yet collapsed, rows of metal ingots were neatly stacked.

The silvery-white material is probably aerospace-grade aluminum-titanium alloy, the dark gray material looks like high-purity tungsten steel, and those sealed containers probably contain some kind of rare catalyst that Andy can't even name right now.

Any one of these things piled up here could drive a tech geek like Roger crazy.

And now, they're just piled up there, unwanted like garbage.

"It's here...this time it's really here."

Andy felt like he was drooling even though he didn't actually exist.

With this machine and these materials, why would he need to make stamped rifles?

Let's go straight to the bomb gun production line!

Handcrafted power armor!

Even the Terminator armor, with a little effort, is not impossible!

Andy forced himself to suppress the burning desire in his heart and refocused his gaze on the control panel beneath the black box.

That's the operations center built by the Helios Group.

Several operators, whose bodies had long since turned to crystal, remained in the same positions as when they were alive, their hands stiffly resting on the keyboard.

Andy jumped, landing with a dull thud.

He walked to the control panel and swept those few Crystal people who were occupying the space to the ground.

"Splash."

Broken to the ground.

Andy looked at the red main slot, the interface for the physical key.

empty.

It was clearly that woman named Jessia who took all the physical control mechanisms with her when she left.

Without the key, this machine is now a rampaging beast trapped in a vicious cycle.

It is unleashing the "core meltdown containment protocol" at full power, attempting to seal itself off until it shuts down or explodes.

If the agreement isn't shut down, Andy won't even be able to move those materials, let alone take the machine home.

"We have no choice but to take a hard line."

Andy extended his specialized data probe finger.

This brings us to a core technological background of the golden age – protocol levels.

In that technologically advanced era, artificial intelligence was also divided into different levels.

At the top of the pyramid is the "Iron Man," possessing complete self-awareness, creativity, and strategic judgment.

They were humanity's partners, protectors, and... later, destroyers.

And like this "matter molecular reconstruction instrument".

Although it contains extremely complex algorithms and can reconstruct atoms, it is essentially a "STC building block".

It is a tool, a rigid industrial device.

Its underlying logic is that one must unconditionally obey the command unit with higher authority.

Andy is an "iron man" with the highest level of access code.

In other words, theoretically speaking, Andy is the administrator of the printer, while Helios is just a group of monkeys who found the printer.

Logically, as long as Andy plugs it in and issues a command, the machine should obediently stop.

But to be honest, Andy wasn't sure.

I have absolutely no idea!

Because this machine has gone mad!

Its logic circuits were filled with erroneous instructions fed into it by the Helios Group, causing its self-protection mechanism to become completely overactive.

This is like you being an administrator, but now you have to fix a server that's infected with a virus, is throwing errors like crazy, and has its firewall set to maximum.

Even if you have a password, the server may not recognize it at all now, and it will treat you as another virus trying to attack it.

If the hacking fails, or its counterattack mechanism is triggered.

Andy didn't know the specific mechanism, but... this thing might directly detonate the core.

Or perhaps it unleashes some kind of logic bomb specifically designed for electronic brains, relentlessly burning Andy's mind.

"call……"

Andy mimicked a deep breath, even though no air was actually going in or out.

He looked at the interface that was still flashing a red alert.

Fortune favors the bold!

Since we're already here, we can't go back empty-handed!

Andy slowly inserted his finger inside.

"Sizzle—!"

The moment the probe made contact, a massive torrent of data rushed into Andy's brain through the interface.

A waterfall of red gibberish instantly appeared on my retina.

[Unauthorized access! Unauthorized access!]

Chapter 40 Andy Lying Lying Dead, The Beautiful Misunderstanding of the Cunning

[Unauthorized access! Unauthorized access!]

[Logical contamination source detected.]

[Defense protocol activated: Logic deadlock/Neural burnout.]

Before Andy could react, a huge red warning box exploded right in the center of his field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely fierce data stream rushed in through the interface.

This is not ordinary data; it's a "logic bomb."

In the Golden Age, to prevent industrial mother machines from being contaminated by subspace obfuscation codes or hijacked by alien hackers, humanity installed this defense mechanism on all important STC devices.

Its principle is very simple: once it detects that the external input instruction logic does not conform to the factory specifications, or the operator's identity authentication is questionable, the defense system will release a high-frequency pulse along the connection line in an attempt to physically burn out the intruder's electronic brain or neural interface.

The Helios Group must have tinkered with this machine a lot before. In order to bypass security restrictions, they injected a lot of junk code and forced overwrite instructions into it, causing the black box defense system to be in an extremely sensitive and stressed state.

In its judgment logic, whatever is inserted now, whether it's Andy or anything else, is a virus!

Andy felt his processor core temperature instantly spike by twenty degrees.

The tingling sensation from the electric current turned into a stinging pain.

But he didn't rush to pull out the probe.

He's an iron man; even a logic bomb of this magnitude is just a little too hot for him.

"You want to burn me alive?"

Andy's electronic eye emitted a bright blue light.

"Your computing power is still a bit too green... Ouch, it's hot!"

Andy shut up.

In his next steps, he did not attempt to crack the messy encryption layers left by Helios, nor did he try to fix the control code that was already logically confused.

That's a huge waste of time, and patching up a system full of shit will only result in a working shit mountain in the end.

Andy chose the simplest, most direct, and most effective method.

format!

He directly mobilized his highest-level computing power as an Iron Man, bypassing the machine's application layer and directly entering the underlying BIOS system.

Andy wrote an extremely domineering set of system commands.

Whether it's an efficiency optimization script written by Helios or a security restriction patch, delete them all!

[Command executed: Full disk format.]

Objective: Restore factory settings.

The progress bar raced forward on Andy's retina.

The defense program, which had been putting up a stubborn resistance, collapsed instantly under the overwhelming computing power.

Now, the world is peaceful.

As the progress bar reaches 100%.

"Om-"

The suffocating low-frequency hum that had filled the entire core workshop suddenly disappeared.

The black cube, suspended in mid-air, flickered twice with the purple light flowing across its surface before extinguishing completely.

Then a yellow breathing light, representing standby status, lit up.

The machine stopped.

The deadly "core meltdown containment protocol" was also forcibly terminated.

But Andy didn't feel relieved.

The moment the connection was lost.

"Sizzle—!!"

A massive surge of residual energy and a stream of erroneous data with nowhere to go rushed back into Andy's body along the probe that hadn't been pulled out yet.

Andy felt everything go black before his eyes, and his entire hydraulic system instantly failed.

"Clang."

The half-ton metal body fell straight backward and crashed heavily onto the concrete ground.

[WARNING: Core overload.]

[WARNING: Motion control module forcibly taken offline.]

[Emergency cooling is underway... Estimated time: 300 seconds.]

Andy lay on the ground, unable to move.

His cooling fan was spinning wildly, making a whooshing sound, and the armor on his wrist was so hot you could fry an egg on it.

Although he couldn't move, he was still conscious.

For an Iron Man with an extremely fast thinking speed, this 300-second cooldown is tantamount to a long prison sentence.

I'm just idling around anyway.

"Let's find something to have some fun."

Andy began to peruse the last system log that he had just exported from the machine.

The content describes what the machine recorded about its operating status and external interactions before it was formatted.

Most of the error messages are in red, indicating abnormal core temperature due to lack of coolant.

But among these error messages, Andy discovered a very strange set of data.

"what is this?"

Hundreds of records of "refusal to respond".

The timeline is very close together, focusing precisely on the period before Andy entered the underground.

That is, when that pureblood gene stealer was frantically digging a tunnel with its minions.

"strangeness……"