Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

A giant icon depicting a skull and crossbones.

【Enentif World】

A small note was attached: "Extremely dangerous, green-skinned swarms rampant!!"

Andy's eye twitched.

Why are these old acquaintances like a persistent skin irritant, following me everywhere I go?

"Enentif" is a massive orc empire. Although these greenskins have a very skewed tech tree, consisting entirely of scraps and pieces, their sheer numbers and extreme warlike nature make up for it.

Most importantly, for players like Andy who prefer a farming-focused playstyle, the green-skinned orcs are absolutely the worst neighbors in the world, bar none.

The concepts of "peace," "trade," and "development" simply do not exist in the social structure of the Greenskin.

They only have two things on their minds: fight, and then find someone stronger to fight.

You can't reason with them, let alone do business with them.

They don't need complex industrial systems, because I figure if this gun can fire, then it can fire.

They don't need agriculture either, because they are fungi themselves. When they die, they turn into spores, and next year a bunch of little Ouk and little Poopy will grow.

If you live next door to them, the only thing you can do is work day and night to build walls and cannons, and then wait for them to come rushing over like a tide to your death until they drain you dry.

"No, we can't go to this place!"

Andy decisively drew a big red X in the northwest direction!

What he needs now is development and accumulation, not to engage in a pointless war of attrition with the Greenskins!

Moreover, the Greenskins were dirt poor; even if they won, they wouldn't get any spoils—just rotten meat or junk—it was a pure loss-making venture.

Finally, Andy turned his gaze to due north.

That is the only way to the Halo Sector, and also the most incomprehensible area on the star map.

【Hecate's Rift】.

A huge fault appears in the star chart here.

There were no planetary markers, only a chaotic, distorted expanse of gravitational waves and subspace readings.

Sisyphus added from the side:

“Andy, the person who sold me the map specifically warned me that this is the last place I should mess with.”

"It is said that there is a scar in the real universe, where the laws of physics often break down, and many ships that go in never come out again."

"Even those who came out, the crew went crazy, saying they saw... a whale?"

Andy remembered the Hecate Rift; it was the chasm that completely separated civilization from the wilderness.

Further north lies the true Halo Deep Space.

The spatial structure here is extremely unstable, and the veil of the real universe is as thin as a sheet of paper.

Conventional navigation devices will completely fail here, and even the starlight is distorted.

To get through here, you need not only top-tier spaceships and shields, but also navigation capabilities that can completely ignore the interference of the laws of physics.

This is why the Halo Sector has remained undeveloped for tens of thousands of years; the barrier to entry is too high, keeping 99% of explorers out.

“A whale?” Andy grasped the key point. “You mean the Void Whale?”

Sisyphus nodded, his face a little pale:

"To be honest... I don't know what you mean by Void Whale, but I've heard them say that it's a living... Void Catastrophe that is at least several thousand kilometers long."

Void whales are beings completely beyond human biological understanding. They may not even be carbon-based organisms. They swim in the void, feed on subspace energy as if it were plankton, and are so large that they can generate their own gravitational field.

To them, human starships are like slightly harder grains of sand.

If you accidentally run into this thing, you can basically just restart the game.

Andy looked at the area marked as the rift, and then at the darkness behind the rift that represented the [Halo Sector].

That was his ultimate goal.

The Halo Sector holds countless relics from the dark age of technology, the final piece of his agricultural empire puzzle.

But he also knew that the Halo Sector contained not only treasures, but also something older and more terrifying than chaos.

Moreover... there are secrets hidden there that even the emperor is unwilling to mention.

For example, the legendary Randan aliens, a terrifying force that nearly wiped out the Empire's Space Marine legions, still have many remnants hiding there.

And then there's Kailis, the ancient monster capable of devouring stars.

This place is like a sealed Pandora's box. Although it may contain the hope of saving humanity, the price of opening it may be the release of an even more terrible despair.

Andy rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

I regret why I was so focused on farming chess pieces and watching the grudges and feuds between the Primarchs and the Chaos Gods in my past life.

"If I had known I would time travel, I should have memorized those brick-thick rulebooks for the 'Wandering Merchant' tabletop RPG!"

Andy silently complained to himself.

Of course, Andy can't be entirely blamed for this.

Most Warhammer fans focus on grand narratives such as the War of Heaven, the Horus Rebellion, the Black Crusade, and the Unbreakable Crusade.

Who would bother to study the geographical details of a remote sector like the Colonus Expansion?

What a waste of time!

Andy is in this situation now. He knows the general trend, but when it comes to how to make a living in his own little corner of the world, he's completely clueless.

"Alright, stop thinking about those useless things."

Andy shook those chaotic thoughts out of her mind and looked at Xiao Liu again:

"After a comprehensive assessment, where should we go now?"

Xiao Liu was silent for a few seconds, clearly performing a complex weighted calculation.

"Based on the current resource situation, the ship's condition, and potential profits," Xiao Liu suggested, "this ship should prioritize heading to [Heretical Stars]."

Andy nodded.

This coincided with his own thoughts.

In a farming-style game, the most important things are territory and population. Fighting the greens yields no benefit, and going to war with the super aliens is pure suicide.

The safest development path is to go to the heretical planets and establish order amidst the chaos.

“Then it’s settled.” Andy stood up and waved his hand. “The next target will be Heretic Stars.”

"We're going to set up our stall there!"

"Understood, the flight path has been set."

The engines of the new ship roared once again.

Chapter 90 I have bad news for you

"Om-"

With a low-frequency shudder from the subspace engine, the New Bond completed its second short jump since leaving the port of call.

The starlight of the real dimension once again filled the porthole; this was now the edge of the star region marked as "Pagan Stars" on the star map.

"Switch to conventional sub-light speed propulsion."

Andy sat on the bridge and gave orders.

"Xiao Liu, activate wide-area scan and find all habitable zones within a few light-years around us."

"clear."

Xiao Liu's voice sounded cheerful, indicating that she had been in a good mood since getting rid of those electronic vengeful spirits.

While the spaceship was on autopilot, Andy called Gamma-9 and Sisyphus to take stock of the final gains from this trip to the port.

It must be said that although Sisyphus is a shrewd businessman, he is indeed very efficient.

The boxes of "Andy Biochemical No. 1," which are high-purity antibiotics, in the cargo hold are 90% empty.

Instead, there were mountains of all sorts of strange boxes.

There were still condensation cabinets emitting cold air, containing the glands of some kind of large organism.

There are fractal mechanical parts sealed in a static force field, which look like antiques from thousands of years ago.

There were also various alien creations whose purpose was incomprehensible, as well as some stone slabs covered with runes.

Although it looks messy, in Andy's eyes, who has access to the STC database, these are all tech tree nodes waiting to be unlocked.

"What about weapons?" Andy asked, flipping through the list.

"Sales are good."

Sisyphus wiped his sweat and reported:

"As you instructed, a total of thirty-six CBS-12 high-explosive crossbows were sold."

"Most of the buyers are itinerant merchants and small mercenary groups."

“But…” Sisyphus paused, “Andy, why can’t we allow the sale of high-explosive arrowheads?”

“I see that the buyers are very interested in our ‘one shot, one kill’ arrows. If we sell high-explosive arrows, the price can be at least three or four times higher.”

Andy glanced at him.

"I wouldn't sell it even if it were ten times the price."

Andy picked up a silver-white crossbow bolt, a solid shape-memory alloy bolt that he had specifically instructed Sisyphus to ship.

"The worst thing you can do in the arms business is to sell weapons that could threaten you to potential enemies."

"These solid arrows have strong penetrating power, are recyclable, and can be straightened by burning them with a blowtorch. They are a good, affordable, and durable product for those poor buyers."

"But it doesn't have area-effect capabilities. It's fine against light infantry, but if you use it to attack our heavy exoskeletons or the armor of the New Bond, it's just a tickle."

"As for the high-explosive arrow loaded with three basic explosives..."

Andy gave a cold laugh.

"One shot could blast a hole in the hull of this ship. If we sell it, it might end up back on our own heads one day."

Just kidding, what do you mean by the self-cultivation of an arms dealer?

Core technologies must be mastered by ourselves; what we sell to others will always be just a generic version!

Sisyphus nodded repeatedly, looking as if he had learned something.

However, there were also some regrets about this deal.

"Where are the electronic components?" Andy pointed to a large blank space on the list. "Why is there only this much?"

"Boss, there really isn't any!"

Roger said with a bitter face.

"You saw the port of call yourself; it's basically a black market built on a giant garbage dump."

"Those idiots can play around with biochemical modifications and mechanical assembly, but when it comes to things like precision chips and advanced sensors that require ultra-high precision lithography machines, they really can't make them."

"The parts circulating on the market are basically salvaged parts taken from dead people, and their performance is not as good as the parts we make ourselves."

Andy sighed, but this was to be expected.

The Warhammer universe's technology tree is severely unbalanced. Macroscopic mechanics is extremely advanced, but the field of microelectronics has stagnated due to fear of AI and the lack of STC. Only tech enthusiasts know a little about it.

But when it comes to photoelectric conversion and high-density interconnection, even seasoned motorists are still at a loss.

It seems that to solve the chip shortage, we still have to slowly climb the technology tree ourselves, and then dig deeper into the ruins.

After taking inventory of their belongings, the group was just about to leave.

Gamma-9 suddenly coughed, his expression turning unusually serious.

He straightened his political commissar's overcoat, adjusted his peaked cap, and even took out a small notebook.