Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Once the Great Rift opens, all subspace routes here will be severed, and monsters and demons will roam freely.

And that's not even the worst part.

Most critically, the Tyranid Leviathan hive fleet is opening its bloody maw beneath the Milky Way.

Although their main force is still locked in a fierce battle with the Holy Blood Angels at Baal's place.

But Terran has countless branch fleets.

These omnivorous cosmic locusts have a particular fondness for densely populated, biomass-rich nest worlds like Forge 7.

The Flying Mining Alliance incident has shown that staying here will only lead to two outcomes.

They will either be sacrificed by the Chaos Demons or be completely devoured by Tyrion.

Andy doesn't want to die.

I've been given a second chance at life, and even though I'm made of iron, I still have a life.

He didn't want to be the king of the underworld on this doomed planet.

His goal was clear from the beginning.

Farming, accumulating resources, advancing technology, building ships.

Then, before the end of the world arrives, with his people and his STC, Run!

Even if Run goes to Vision Enclave to hang out with Titanium, it's better than waiting to die here.

"I'm not crazy."

Andy's voice remained calm.

"I didn't say I wanted to build those battleships that are several kilometers long."

"All I need is a small boat that can jump, a frigate-class vessel will do, or even a civilian-class colony exploration ship will be fine."

"But this requires a dock, a keel, a Geller force field generator, and a subspace engine."

Andy looked at Sisyphus.

“I know this is difficult, that’s why I’m asking you.”

"Since the Zhongchao group has extensive connections, do they have any way of obtaining abandoned starship wreckage? Or some kind of decommissioned small spaceship?"

"Even if it's just a shell, as long as the keel isn't broken, I can fix it."

Sisyphus looked at Andy's unwavering electronic eyes.

He realized that the yellow-skinned man was serious.

He really wanted to fly to the heavens.

Sisyphus swallowed hard, tried to calm himself down, and gripped the joystick tightly again.

"Andy, if you're talking about wreckage..."

Sisyphus hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing whether or not to reveal this information.

"What? Do you have connections?" Andy pressed.

"Have……"

Sisyphus lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing the ghosts at the bottom of the river.

“In Zone 9 of Zhongchao, there is a huge abandoned rail elevator base.”

“That used to be a cargo route that led directly to outer space docks.”

"It is said that a ship is buried under there."

"A ship is buried?" Andy became interested.

"Correct."

Sisyphus nodded.

"It was probably a few hundred years ago. A merchant ronin's armed transport ship was damaged by the orbital defense system while smuggling contraband."

"It failed to fly out and instead made an emergency landing in the industrial area of ​​Zhongchao."

"It seems to have caused a lot of damage at the time, collapsing half a block."

"Later, the Mechanics went there and sealed off that area."

"But strangely, instead of dismantling and recycling the ship, they simply covered it with a large lid and sealed it away."

"Some people say that the ship's mechanical spirit is too fierce to dismantle."

"Some people say that it contains some cursed goods."

"Anyway, that place became a restricted area after that."

"But recently..."

Sisyphus paused.

"What's wrong lately?"

“Recently, I overheard the owner of ‘Gear Heart’ bragging while drinking that the Helios Group is secretly transporting things into that restricted area.”

"Large quantities of lead plates, and heavy construction machinery."

"It seems they want to dig that ship out."

After Andy listened, the processor started running at high speed.

Armed transport ships of wandering merchants.

This is really good stuff!

Merchants are a privileged class within the Empire, possessing privateering licenses issued by the Empire that allow them to freely explore, trade, and even do business with aliens at the edge of the galaxy.

Their boats are usually highly modified masterpieces.

It's fast, powerful, and has a large interior space with all sorts of random equipment.

Most importantly, these ships are typically equipped with high-quality subspace engines and Gellér force fields.

Because they spend most of their time traveling in unknown star systems, their survival gear must be top-of-the-line.

If there really is a merchant ship that made an emergency landing there, even if it has been lying there for hundreds of years.

For Andy, who possesses the STC repair capabilities, that's a ready-made starship prototype!

This is a million times easier than starting from scratch and making it by hand!

As for the Helios Group wanting to poach it?

That's even better!

Some people helped with the hard labor, clearing away the dirt and repairing the road.

Andy just needs to wait until the time comes to pick up the goods.

Anyway, he's already made enemies with the Helios Group, so robbing one of their factories is robbing them, and robbing another ship is robbing them too.

Having a lot of debt is not a burden.

"This intelligence is very useful."

Andy patted Sisyphus on the shoulder, making a crisp metallic clang.

"Once we return to the shelter, you should immediately begin investigating the exact location of this restricted area in District 9, as well as Helios's movements."

"I need to know how far they've dug."

Sisyphus gave a wry smile.

"Andy, you're trying to snatch food from a tiger's mouth."

"Helios's power in the middle nest is much greater than in the bottom nest, which is their home ground."

"I know."

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P.S.: I originally wanted to break it into smaller chapters, but it didn't read well that way, and I wasn't satisfied with how I broke it, so I decided to post it all at once.

Including future chapter breaks, I will prioritize the reading experience and ensure that the amount of information is sufficient.

Chapter 44 Material Freedom

The underground core workshop of the shelter is now so quiet that only a faint electrical hum can be heard.

Four oddly shaped maintenance drones, resembling large metal frisbees, are hovering in mid-air.

The multi-functional robotic arms beneath them are performing self-checks, and the nozzles of the plasma cutters occasionally flash with a blue electric arc.

Andy stood among them, his eyes flashing with data.

He's doing something extremely violent: rewriting the underlying protocols of these little guys.

These drones were originally accessories to the "Matter Molecular Reconstruction Instrument." Their control logic was attached to a subsystem of the black box, which was not only slow to react, but also had to go through the black box for each use.

Andy found it too troublesome to go back and forth like that.

Andy directly severed their connection to the black box and burned his highest-level code into their logic core.

[Agreement reset.]

[Direct connection to Andy (DAOT-7734 Autonomous Engineering Unit) Main Control Unit.]

A few seconds later, the yellow standby lights on the four drones, which had been flashing, suddenly turned into a dark blue, just like Andy's electronic eye.

Their movements have become extremely agile, and they can even make predictive shifts in response to Andy's slightest thought.

This is not just about having a few more helpers; it also represents an extension of Andy's computing power at the physical level.

In the future, Andy will no longer need to bend down to do welding, cutting, and assembly work that requires micron-level precision. He only needs to generate a blueprint in his mind, and the four drones will perfectly replicate his operation with a microsecond-level delay.

With the "tools" sorted out, the main event is about to begin.

The material molecule reconstruction instrument, the black box that Andy just salvaged.

At this point, it had been reinstalled in a specially designated temperature-controlled workshop and connected to a high-voltage line obtained from the Brotherhood of Rust.

Andy stood in front of the control panel, watching the feed chute swallow up a pile of rusty scrap iron and broken steel plates.

A few minutes later, pieces of silvery-white metal ingots were ejected from the discharge port.

Ultra-high strength chromium-molybdenum steel with a hardness of HRC60 and an impurity content of less than one part per 100,000.

What does this mean in the industrial system of the Warhammer universe?

In today's Mechanicus world, achieving a purity of one ten-thousandth is considered extremely rare, and such materials are specifically used to repair the skeletons of Titans and to create sophisticated power armor for Space Marines.

One in 100,000 means that the physical properties of the material have been pushed to the theoretical limit, and it can even be said that it has reached the ceiling of conventional physical laws.

Of course, while this reconfiguration device is impressive, it's not the kind of god-like creation integrated into a complete STC terminal.

A complete STC terminal can directly arrange itself at the subatomic level, ignoring the law of entropy increase, turning rocks into antimatter.

As for the actual performance of this machine...

Many unsophisticated natives, or those who misunderstand the technology of the Golden Age, would regard this thing as an all-powerful wish-granting machine.

They believe that as long as you throw some trash in and make a wish, you can spit out antimatter or adamantite.

That's pure nonsense.

This reconfiguration device is part of STC's mid-range industrial machine tool kit product line.

Its working principle is based on molecular rearrangement according to conventional physical laws, and its upper limit is naturally limited to the category of "ordinary matter".

You can throw in a bunch of electronic waste mixed with copper, iron, and tin, and it can separate out pure copper, pure iron, and pure tin for you, and even synthesize special alloys directly according to the proportions.

But if you throw in a bunch of stones, it will only spit out high-purity silicon or special glass; it will never turn into vibranium.

But there is no doubt that this machine has achieved the ultimate in physical reconstruction at its level.

Beyond that, it's beyond the scope of this mid-range device.

This is the performance limit of the machine, and also the limit that Andy can currently utilize.