Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Gamma-9 held the gun up and pointed it at a corpse on the ground.

The corpse's head was smashed open, and red and white matter was scattered all over the ground.

“Just now, a few reckless thugs tried to cause trouble again.” Gamma-9’s voice trembled with excitement. “I was just following your teachings, raising this holy lance and pulling the trigger.”

"I didn't even aim! I felt the machine spirit take over my arm, and the bullets were finding their own way to the enemy's sinful skull!"

Andy glanced at the corpse, then at the numerous bullet holes on the surrounding walls.

About thirty shots were fired, and I was lucky enough to be hit by one.

"Well done."

Andy gave him a casual remark and didn't call him out.

Sometimes, giving your subordinates a little false confidence is more effective than teaching them ballistics.

"Go find a big bucket," Andy ordered as he walked inside. "It has to be metal, the kind that can hold two hundred liters of water. Also, find me some wires to connect to the generator."

Although Gamma-9 didn't know what Andy was planning, he had to maximize his execution capabilities.

Ten minutes later.

A rusty iron drum, originally used to hold industrial waste oil, was moved to the center of the hall.

Andy had the place cleaned and filled with partially filtered groundwater.

The refugees gathered around, looking at the strange iron man with curiosity.

They had no idea what this ruthless metal monster was up to now.

Andy pulled the black rectangular module out of his waist bag, which was the black box he had stolen from the farm.

He cleaned the interfaces on the black box and plugged in a few wires that had been pulled from the generator.

The indicator light on the surface of the black box lit up and turned yellow, indicating standby mode.

Then, Andy took out the golden "Original Seed of Eden".

A gasp went up from the crowd.

Although the seed had separated from its mother plant, it still radiated an alluring glow.

In a world filled with ash and rust, this pure gold is nothing short of a miracle.

"What is this?" Gamma-9 couldn't help but ask. "Some kind of powerful bomb?"

"Wrong answer, this is delicious."

Andy gave a brief answer.

He threw the seed directly into a large iron bucket filled with water.

"Gudong."

The seeds sank to the bottom.

Andy's fingers flew across the simple input panel on the black box.

The STC database has begun overwriting the original genetic code.

The seed was originally designed to "rapidly build an ecosystem," which is a highly aggressive, rampant growth pattern.

What Andy needs to do now is to castrate it from all its aggressive traits and its reproductive ability, leaving it with only one function—accumulating starch.

This is commonly known as "gaining weight".

[Command input: Aggressive traits - Remove.]

[Command input: Fiber stiffness - decrease.]

[Command Input: Growth Cycle - Extreme Speed.]

[Command input: Nutrient conversion rate - maximize.]

Andy pressed the confirm button.

The water in that large iron barrel suddenly began to boil.

The once clear water turned murky because the black box was releasing the highly concentrated nutrient solution catalyst stored inside.

Immediately afterwards, the bucket of water turned an eerie fluorescent green.

A gurgling sound came from the bottom of the bucket, as if a pot of water was boiling inside.

Gamma-9 was so frightened that it took two steps back.

"My sage, is this...is this some kind of alchemy?"

“This is agriculture,” Andy said, staring at the changes in the bucket without turning his head. “Scientific breeding.”

Five minutes passed.

The once calm water surface suddenly swelled up with a large bulge.

The large bag grew bigger and bigger until it finally broke through the water's surface.

It wasn't some terrifying tentacle, nor was it a man-eating flower with its mouth open.

It was a white, round thing with a smooth surface, like a big steamed bun.

It is still expanding at a visible rate, taking up space inside the iron barrel.

Ten minutes later.

"Ding."

The black box emitted a crisp beep, and a green light illuminated.

The growth process has ended.

The metal bucket was already full.

A huge white sphere, weighing at least 100 kilograms, was stuck at the mouth of the bucket, still emitting heat.

A strange smell wafted out, completely unlike the greasy, putrid smell of corpse starch.

It was a pure, fresh plant fragrance, with a hint of earthiness and a touch of sweetness.

The hall was deathly silent.

The Adam's apples of hundreds of refugees bobbed up and down simultaneously.

In this bottom nest where people grow up eating human flesh, this smell is a completely new shock to their olfactory system.

Gamma-9's single eye stared intently at the large white sphere.

"This...this is..."

"High-yield starch polymers".

Andy stepped forward and drew a tactical dagger from his waist.

He made a cut in the white sphere.

There was no green juice flowing out; the cut surface was pure white, and the texture was somewhat like a slightly firm pear, or a bit like a raw sweet potato.

Andy cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Although he didn't have taste sensors, his component analyzer immediately provided the results.

[Composition Analysis: Starch 85%, Moisture 12%, Cellulose 2%, Trace Elements 1%]

Toxicity test: None.

[Review: The taste is raw and astringent; it is recommended to cook it before eating.]

Andy chewed twice and swallowed.

The simulated feeding system breaks down the starch into bioelectricity.

"It's edible."

Andy gave his final evaluation.

He handed the other piece he had cut off to Gamma-9, who was standing next to him, completely dumbfounded.

"Here, have a taste."

Gamma-9 took the white object with trembling hands.

He couldn't even believe it was real.

He took a small, careful bite.

That crisp texture, that subtle sweetness that melts in your mouth.

Gamma-9 has never eaten anything like this in his life.

The best thing he had ever eaten was the expired nutritional paste that dripped from the nests above; it was like toothpaste.

And this...this one is alive, it's fresh.

Two streams of turbid tears flowed down Gamma-9's old face, dripping onto the floor along his prosthetic limb.

"Waaaaah..."

The priest who had just killed without blinking an eye was now crying like a 200-pound child.

"Praise be to Om Messiah! This is the nectar of God!"

"This is a holy communion that only the high lords of the Terra Palace can enjoy!"

The surrounding refugees could no longer hold back.

They didn't need Andy to give the order; a hunger born of biological instinct drove them to gather around.

Andy plunged the dagger into the giant starch ball.

"Gamma-9, don't rush to cry."

Andy patted the priest on the shoulder, making a metallic clanging sound.

"Cut this thing up and make porridge."

"Each person gets a bowl. Once you're full, you all get back to work."

Chapter 9 Andy's Identity

Andy sat in the chair welded from scrap steel plates, with the Gamma-9 in front of him.

Gamma-9 knelt perfectly, his scalp touching the ground, not daring to raise his head.

After what happened today, he finally had the time to earnestly ask Andy who he really was.

This is normal. A metal man who can repair air purifiers in seconds, treat gangster squads like trash, and conjure food out of thin air—if he doesn't give an explanation, Gamma-9's brain will burn out sooner or later.

When you're out in the world, your identity is something you give yourself, and identity is a dangerous thing; you can easily run into big problems if you're not careful.

You can't say you're AI, that's a capital offense; you also can't simply say you're an ancient technology with self-awareness, that's also a capital offense.

The only way to survive and gain a high status is to be associated with the words "sacred," "ancient," and "emperor." The mechanical cultists' understanding of technology relies entirely on archaeology; the older and more sacred something is, the more awesome it is in their eyes.

After a brief moment of thought, Andy gave his answer:

"I am a self-regulating engineering unit left over from the Great Expedition by Om Messiah."

Andy's voice was calm and even, without any fluctuation.

"My code name is, Pioneer Angel."

“I am not bound by any dogma, because I am the embodiment of dogma.”

Mmm, that's more like it.

Upon hearing Andy's explanation, Gamma-9's single eye instantly shone brightly, and its body trembled as if it had been electrified.

He had no doubts whatsoever.

Or rather, his brain's logic automatically filtered out the option of doubt.

In his view, Andy's technical prowess demonstrated today is the best proof.

Since Andy can do so many things that the Cult of Mechanics cannot, then he is God's chosen one, and whatever he says is right.

Andy, watching the increasingly frenzied Gamma-9, took the opportunity to ask about the planet.