Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

The Bottom Nest is a garbage dump, a graveyard for mutants and the forgotten.

The level of industry here is limited to collecting garbage, tinkering and fixing it until it's barely usable.

Even an Iron Man like Andy, who has the STC cheat code, often feels like he's going bald because of the lack of basic high-grade materials and precision machining equipment.

For example, the rocket launcher project suffered several barrel explosions due to substandard nozzle materials.

But Zhongchao is different.

That's the real industrial zone, the heart of the planet Forge VII.

"You mean that 'heart of the gear'?"

Andy grasped the key point.

"Can they process parts with micron-level precision?"

"Micrometer level?" Sisyphus scoffed. "They'll take on nanometer level projects if the money's right."

While adjusting the course, Sisyphus started talking, seemingly to prove his worth to Andy and also to ease the tension.

"Andy, you may not know the current situation in Zhongchao."

"Since decades ago, when the empire's administrative inefficiency led to a decrease in regular trading ships, Zhongchao has been in complete chaos."

"If the regular orders are gone, what will happen to the factory owners? They can't just let the machines rust, can they?"

"As a result, everyone was engaged in illegal large-scale production, and everyone was engaged in smuggling."

“Countless illegal factory owners poisoned and assassinated each other in order to win orders.”

"Tens of thousands of proletarian workers fought in the streets with wrenches for a job."

"And the most crucial thing is..."

Sisyphus lowered his voice, his tone tinged with a hint of reverence:

“There are orthodox mechanical priests there.”

“They are completely different from the kind of stuff you see in the bottom nest.”

“Those priests in Zhongchao, although they also worship the God of Myriad Machines and perform those mystical rituals.”

"But they are truly technically proficient."

"The owner of 'Gear Heart' is a high priest of the Cult of Mechanics. He employs hundreds of high-level mech servants from who-knows-where, and he even dares to take outsourcing orders from the Helios Group."

Andy nodded, a piece of the puzzle in his mind now complete.

It seems that the previous judgment was wrong.

He had always thought that the mechanical cult on this planet was like Gamma-9, a bunch of half-baked people who only knew how to apply oil and chant scriptures, treating machine repair as a ritual.

The Gamma-9 was relegated to a backwater like the Dead Nest because its technology was too inferior or it made some mistake.

In Zhongchao, those priests who still control the core means of production are truly capable.

Although they are likely superstitious and will burn incense and pray in front of the machine tool.

But after they finished praying, they really knew how to write the CNC program and what grade of coolant to use.

This is the difference.

Zizai thought about it: if this planet were all at the level of Gamma-9, it would have been blown up long ago.

"So, you have a lot of influence in Zhongchao?"

Andy turned his head and looked at Sisyphus.

Sisyphus's hand trembled slightly.

He immediately understood the meaning behind Andy's words.

Now that Dr. Birdbeak's lair is gone, his men are either dead or have become fertilizer for Nurgle.

Sisyphus is now all alone.

If he can't prove he's still of use, then once the submarine docks, given this yellow-skinned guy's character, Andy might just rob him of his money and kick him to the curb.

After all, in this cruel world, those who have no value to others don't even qualify to be slaves.

"Andy."

Sisyphus took a deep breath, his tone becoming urgent.

Don't look at me like this.

"My people are gone, but my network remains."

"The reason why Dr. Birdbeak's business has grown so much is not just because I have medicine."

"More importantly, it's because I have the channels!"

Sisyphus began to frantically demonstrate his value.

“In Zhongchao, besides that shipyard, I also know the owners of several large chemical plants.”

“They have tons of industrial acids, organic solvents, and even controlled military propellants.”

"They'll sell anything as long as they have the goods."

“I also have a few stable sales channels in Shangchao.”

“Those noble gentlemen outwardly look down on the things of Di Chao, but in private they are more extravagant than anyone else.”

"They need hallucinogens specific to the bottom nest, those prohibited biological specimens, and even certain special 'pets'."

"Only I know how to connect these wires."

"Of course, there's also the distribution network. Although it's chaotic there, I have a map showing the locations of hundreds of distribution points. As long as the supply of goods is restored, I can immediately rebuild the distribution network."

"besides……"

Sisyphus spoke for two minutes straight, barely daring to catch his breath.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Andy nervously.

Andy didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

To be honest, this information is really...very valuable.

Although the shelter can now produce and sell its own products, it is only limited to the small area of ​​the bottom nest.

To achieve further development and reach higher levels of technology, we must break through geographical limitations and extend our reach to the middle and even upper parts of the nest.

In particular, Andy urgently needs access to precision machining and special raw materials.

"very good."

Andy finally spoke.

"It seems you're still the same qualified partner."

"After this ship docks, you and I will take refuge in the shelter."

"I will give you a new office and a new assistant."

"You only have one task."

"Reconnect these broken wires for me."

Hearing this, Sisyphus finally felt relieved.

He saved his life and his position.

As long as he sticks close to Andy, this technical powerhouse, Sisyphus will eventually make a comeback, and might even do better than before.

But Andy's next words almost caused him to steer the submarine into a ditch.

"Since you know people at the shipyard."

Andy looked at the dark river ahead, his tone as calm as if he were asking what to eat for dinner.

"Do you have any connections to build a ship that can fly out of the atmosphere?"

"Sizzle—!!!"

Sisyphus slammed his foot on the reverse pedal.

The submarine decelerated violently in the water, emitting a sickening metallic groan.

The inertia nearly caused the safe in Andy's hand to fly off and smash into the windshield.

"What...what did you say??"

Sisyphus stared wide-eyed at Andy.

"Fly out of the atmosphere?"

"You mean... a large shuttle?"

“No.” Andy shook his head. “The shuttle is too small; it can’t hold much.”

I was referring to starships.

"The kind that can perform subspace jumps and cross star sectors."

Sisyphus's mouth gaped open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He looked at Andy as if he were looking at a madman who had just escaped from an asylum.

"Andy, are you crazy?"

"You want to build a starship??"

Do you know what that means?

"Even the lightest Cobra-class destroyer requires the entire Forge No. 7 industrial system to operate at full capacity for three years!"

"That requires an orbital dock, millions of skilled workers, and the personal supervision of a mechanical sage!"

"We are the garbage collectors of the bottom nest! We are gangsters, we are smugglers!"

"We struggle to even build a submarine, and you're telling me you want to build a starship??"

Sisyphus felt the world was absurd.

He originally thought Andy was just a somewhat ambitious tech fanatic who wanted to become a warlord in the bottom nest or expand his business to the middle nest.

But this guy started talking about the stars and the sea as soon as he opened his mouth!

Andy ignored Sisyphus's shock.

He certainly knew how difficult it was to build a starship.

The STC database contains blueprints for tens of thousands of starships, ranging from short-range transport ships a few hundred meters long to large battleships tens of kilometers long.

But blueprints are just blueprints.

Turning blueprints into physical objects requires astronomical amounts of resources.

But Andy had no choice.

He had to build it, and he had to do it quickly.

Because his current system time is displayed as M41.940.

For the natives of the Warhammer universe, it was just an ordinary year; life went on as usual, and wars continued as usual.

But for Andy, a time traveler, this number represents a countdown to death.

Furnace 7 is located in the Hazy Starfield, in the northern part of the Milky Way.

Further north, you'll see the infamous, perpetually drafty, subspace chasm—the Eye of Fear.

That was the lair of the Chaos Space Marines, the starting point for Abaddon, the armless Chaos Warmaster, every time he launched the Black Crusade.

At this point in time, Abaddon was already preparing for his thirteenth Black Crusade.

That would be a catastrophe that sweeps across the entire star field.

The world of the supposedly invincible Cardia Fortress will be destroyed in this expedition.

With the fall of Kadia, a massive subspace rift spanning the Milky Way—the Great Rift—will unfold.

At that time, half of the Milky Way will be plunged into darkness, and subspace storms will devour countless planets.

Although Forge No. 7 is not in the meat grinder of Cadia, it is also in the Misty Starfield.