Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

"Click".

Andy stepped on a dry branch and broke it.

The sound was particularly jarring in the silent underground.

The once still vine forest suddenly trembled, as if awakening a sleeping giant beast.

"Whoosh!"

There was no warning.

A vine covered in purple spots shot out from the shadows above Andy's head, heading straight for his neck.

The speed is astonishing.

But Andy is an iron man; his reaction speed is in the microsecond range.

Just as the vines were about to entangle him, he raised his left hand and grabbed them.

The immense kinetic energy caused Andy's arm to tremble.

The vine writhed wildly in his hand, its barbs trying to pierce Andy's palm, making a screeching sound.

"Want to eat me?"

Andy snorted coldly.

He pulled hard.

"Pfft!"

The vine was torn off.

A thick green liquid spurted from the broken end, splashing onto Andy's breastplate and immediately producing a puff of white smoke.

[WARNING: Strong acid corrosion detected.]

In their struggle for nutrients, these plants have evolved extremely ferocious aggression.

The broken vine was still wriggling on the ground like a snake, trying to reconnect.

Andy stomped on it and smashed it.

The surrounding jungle came to life completely.

Countless vines surged out from all directions, and the giant carnivorous plants turned their heads and opened their mouths wide towards Andy.

Andy raised the automatic gun.

"Da da da da da!"

Flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The bullets hit the vines, splashing green sap.

But this didn't work well.

These plants have no sense of pain and are not afraid of bleeding; if one is broken, two will immediately grow back.

Andy promptly slung the gun back over his shoulder.

Using guns to deal with this kind of thing is too wasteful of bullets and too inefficient.

He pulled out the chainsaw knife he had snatched from the skinner.

Although the knife was poorly made, Andy replaced its motor with a high-powered one and lightly sharpened the serrations on the way.

"Buzz—!!!"

The chainsaw blade emitted a violent roar.

Andy rushed in.

He transformed into a ruthless harvester.

Each wave of the sword was accompanied by a flurry of plant debris and green sap flying everywhere.

The vines tried to wrap around his legs but were sawed off.

The carnivorous plant tried to swallow his head, but it was split in two.

Andy continued hacking away as he advanced towards the center.

His core logic is to rapidly calculate the optimal path, avoiding the densest root networks.

This kind of battle is a nightmare for ordinary people; they would be exhausted to death.

But for Andy, who has nuclear power, as long as the motor doesn't burn out, he can keep cutting for a whole year.

Ten minutes later.

Andy stood in a slightly open area.

His body was covered in plant fragments, and the anti-corrosion coating had been corroded by acid, leaving it pitted and uneven.

But he arrived.

Before him stood the source of the STC signal.

It was a huge metal cylinder, about five meters tall.

This was originally the main control center of the entire farm, responsible for distributing nutrient solutions and controlling lighting.

Now, it is tightly entwined by countless thick roots, with only a small part of the screen visible in the middle.

The roots were pulsating slowly, as if trying to digest the metal pillar.

Andy stepped forward and carefully used a chainsaw to cut away the layers of moss covering the screen.

To Andy's surprise, the screen was still lit up.

Lines of data are displayed above.

[Facility Name: Beta-Level Hydroponic Farm No. 39]

Current status: Standby.

[Nutrient solution dosage: Excessive (12000%).]

Growth inhibitors: depleted.

Seeing this, Andy finally understood why the place had become such a horrible sight.

The inhibitors are gone, but the nutrient solution is still being poured on like crazy. It would be a miracle if any decent crops grew from this.

Andy's gaze shifted downwards.

At the very bottom of the screen, there is a huge progress bar.

Current crop harvest progress: 99%

[Report: The facilities are operating well, and the crops are growing well.]

Andy looked back at the terrifying plants around him, which seemed ready to tear him to pieces at any moment.

"Ah, this is what you call growing well?" Andy fell into deep thought.

Just then.

The ground suddenly began to shake violently.

The humus beneath Andy's feet suddenly bulged up.

Behind that main control pillar entangled in roots, right in the center of the farm, something is about to emerge.

It was a huge flower bud, as big as a tank.

The flower bud slowly split open, revealing a bright red core inside, still pulsating like internal organs.

At the very center of the core, there is a golden seed.

Andy's STC database suddenly displayed a red highlighted notification.

[High-value target discovered: Eden-level original species (severely mutated).]

Recommendation: Recycle immediately.

Chapter 8 Scientific Breeding

The chainsaw in Andy's hand hissed.

Without the slightest hesitation, the serrated edge cut directly into the still-pulsating red power supply pipe.

"Pfft."

Thick green liquid splattered out, splashing onto Andy's breastplate and making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The golden "Primordial Eden" stopped pulsating instantly, and its light dimmed slightly.

Andy reached in and scooped up the seed, which was about the size of a basketball, and stuffed it into the bag made of discarded canvas at his waist.

The surrounding vine jungle instantly erupted into chaos.

With the core removed, the defense mechanisms that were previously only in a semi-dormant state were fully activated.

Countless thick vines lashed out from the darkness, and the enormous carnivorous plants emitted a teeth-grinding shriek.

But it was too late.

Andy didn't even look back.

He turned around to face the metal control column whose outer shell had been cut open.

STC's field of view locked onto the internal structure within 0.1 seconds.

Andy extended his mechanical arm, inserting his five fingers directly into the gaps in the metal casing.

"Snap! Bang! Swish!"

With a sharp, tearing sound, Andy forcefully ripped a black rectangular module out of the control column.

Without a doubt, this is a black box.

In the distant Golden Age, the design philosophy of the STC system was absolute idiocy. In order to enable a group of colonists with no scientific literacy to survive in the alien wilderness, the designers encapsulated all the complex computational logic, genetic maps, and security protocols in this sealed box.

Users don't need to know the equation of photosynthesis or understand the principle of gene cutting. They only need to input their needs, and the black box will automatically take over everything.

But it was precisely this overly convenient design that led to the complete collapse of human technology later on.

Because no one knows exactly how it works inside the box, if the person who knows how to use it dies, or the box breaks, the technology is lost.

For example, this black box contains the core control program and gene database of this hydroponic farm.

Without the black box, simply taking the seeds is useless.

The item has arrived.

withdraw!

Andy tucked the black box under his arm and activated the overload mode of the leg hydraulic system.

He transformed into a gray afterimage, traversing through that wildly dancing green hell.

All the vines that tried to stop him were cut down by the chainsaw he casually swung.

Five minutes later.

Andy burst out of the shaft and jumped onto the half-track truck.

He floored the accelerator, and the truck roared as it sped across the wasteland, leaving the mine, which had become a plant hell, far behind.

……

Two hours later.

The shelter's main door, which had been blown off, had been resealed by the refugees with scrap metal plates while Andy was away.

Andy parked the car at the door and jumped out.

The corpses of the skinners on the ground had not yet been cleaned up, and the smell of blood was still strong.

Gamma-9 was holding the automatic gun, standing next to the corpse, excitedly lecturing several newly promoted guards.

Upon seeing Andy return, Gamma-9 immediately jogged over to greet him.

"Sage! Your miracles have worked once again!"