I Want to Improve So Badly

Arcs of electricity crackled through the air, sketching out the silhouette of a man.

"Honored outsiders, I am the Governor of Planet Automata, Von Valancius."

"Planet Automata has erupted in rebellion. Cultists who worship the Dark Gods have incited ignorant civilians, plunging the entire planet into war."

"The traitors are advancing relentlessly, while the planetary defense forces have suffered grievous losses. The situation has reached its most critical point."

"Regardless of which branch of the Imperium you belong to, the Valancius Family sincerely hopes that you will extend a helping hand and assist us in putting down this rebellion."

"The Valancius Family has a long history and deep foundations. We possess a Rogue Trader warrant personally issued by the Emperor, and we have always believed that every favor must be repaid."

"We never forget anyone's kindness. Should this crisis be resolved, we will certainly offer generous recompense."

That was the end of the message.

The holographic projection shut down as well.

"The Valancius Family? Rogue Traders!" Qin Yun sank into thought.

The Players also leaned together and began discussing it in low voices.

"Is this a clue for the new map?"

"Planet Automata... I wonder if it's an industrial world or a Forge World. I hope it's a Forge World, then we can pilot mechs."

"A Forge World is Adeptus Mechanicus territory, managed by Mars. No matter how powerful Rogue Traders are, there's no way they could control a Forge World."

"This Valancius Family isn't an ordinary Rogue Trader family. They have a Rogue Trader warrant personally issued by the Emperor. You have to know, that's something that only existed during the Great Crusade."

"Even if the Valancius Family immediately dragged the old Emperor himself off the Throne, the Tech-Priests still wouldn't hand over a Forge World to them."

"Bullshit. The Imperium belongs to the Emperor."

"Mars and Terra are allies. Do you even understand what an alliance means?"

The Players argued until their faces turned red, none willing to yield.

Qin Yun ignored them.

He considered the Valancius Family's status as Rogue Traders on his own.

Rogue Traders were an unofficial form of foreign trade that had existed in the Imperium since the era of the Great Crusade.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor and the Primarchs realized that the galaxy was simply too vast.

Many star regions lay beyond their reach, and thus Rogue Traders who were keen on exploration and adventure emerged.

They were the conquerors, privateers, and explorers of the interstellar age.

Rogue Traders holding warrants issued by the Emperor or Primarchs operated in the unexplored frontier regions of the Imperium.

Through colonizing new worlds, exploring ancient ruins, studying xenos technology, black-market trade, and other means, they amassed immense wealth.

Rogue Trader warrants also came in different grades.

In ascending order of value, they were issued by the Department of the Interior, the High Lords of Terra Council, Primarchs, Guilliman, and the Emperor.

A Department of the Interior warrant could be obtained merely by paying a tribute.

Not only were its privileges limited, but the ships it could use were also strictly regulated.

Rogue Trader warrants issued by the High Lords of Terra Council were often used to reward those who had made great contributions.

For example, discovering lost human colonies or recovering STC templates from the Dark Age of Technology.

The most precious were the warrants issued by the Emperor and Guilliman.

After the Horus Heresy, Guilliman became the Regent of the Imperium, wrote the Codex Astartes, organized the Second Founding, and rebuilt the Imperial administrative system.

For that reason, the Rogue Trader warrants he signed were more valuable than those issued by other Primarchs.

Not only could they be inherited, but their authority was nearly equivalent to warrants signed by the Emperor.

Rogue Traders who possessed such warrants could, so long as they had sufficient funds, maintain fleets, Astartes, Freeblades, and the Adeptus Mechanicus.

They were not restricted by the High Lords of Terra Council.

As long as such Rogue Trader families did not commit grave crimes such as openly rebelling or defecting to Chaos, there was basically no possibility of them being abolished.

Footsteps approached.

The two squads responsible for recovering the data processing core and the communications control room arrived at the Command Hall.

They quickly learned about Planet Automata and the Valancius Family from Little Fatty and the others.

Ten-Timer stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

"Looks like our next map is Planet Automata, which has fallen into rebellion."

The other Players all showed excited expressions as well.

"Do you think they'll unlock advanced classes like Astartes, mech knights, Tech-Priests, and the like by then?"

"Whether there'll be new classes is hard to say, but there'll definitely be more weapons and gameplay options."

"I can't wait to land on Planet Automata and start slaughtering."

"You're dreaming too beautifully. We have to retake the Imperial Glory first before we can figure out how to get to Planet Automata."

The appearance of a new map sent the Players' enthusiasm soaring.

They could not wait to unlock more gameplay.

"I feel so fired up. I can keep grinding."

"Guide, our squad doesn't need to rest. Please assign us more missions."

"There's still one important area left on the Bridge. We haven't retaken the Chapel of Prayers yet. Guide, let's finish it before we rest."

"Only useless trash that serves no purpose to the Emperor would rest. We have to keep grinding. As long as the galaxy hasn't exploded, we don't rest."

"Sorry, but for the Emperor, even if the galaxy explodes, I still won't rest."

"Skulls for the Golden Throne, blood for the God-Emperor. Let's keep killing, killing, killing—chopping, chopping, chopping."

Qin Yun had originally intended to let the Players rest up before continuing the battle.

Who would have thought that as soon as clues about the new map, Automata, appeared, the Players would all become restless.

Every one of them looked as though they had been injected with combat stimulants.

I really want to refuse, but they're just too enthusiastic.

They keep asking me to push them harder and exploit them more. I really can't refuse such sincerity.

Qin Yun sighed silently to himself.

It was not that he wanted to be a heartless taskmaster.

He simply could not let down the Players' enthusiasm.

Qin Yun walked over to the console and activated the tactical projection.

The layout of the Chapel of Prayers area appeared before them.

"Since none of you want to rest, then let's strike while the iron is hot. We'll take the Chapel of Prayers in one push and reclaim control of the Bridge."

Old Bird stepped forward, volunteering to take on the toughest task.

"Our squad has heavy firepower and a Psyker. As they say, with great power comes great responsibility. We'll charge at the front."

"As compensation, we'll take an extra twenty percent of the Contribution Points. You don't mind, do you?"

Brother Zhong was the first to jump out in opposition.

"Your squad still has two wounded members!! Our squad dares to fight and gives it everything, and we have plasma guns and a Blank. We don't have any wounded either. Obviously, we should be the ones leading the assault."

Old Bird glared at Brother Zhong. "Back then, I used Melta Bombs on a Chaos Ogryn without even blinking. Do you have that kind of loyalty to the Emperor?"

"What, you think we're cowards? Take a look at this." Brother Zhong lifted his shirt, revealing a row of Melta Bombs.

"Our entire squad is ready to sacrifice ourselves for the Emperor at any moment."

Little Fatty watched the two arguing with a look of disdain.

Only after they had finished glaring at each other did he step forward.

"When it comes to combat capability, the strongest person here is undoubtedly Guide."

"He tore apart a Chaos Ogryn with his bare hands, slew the corrupted captain with his sword, and crushed everything in his path. Who else could stand firm with blade in hand but Guide?"

"The assault on the Chapel of Prayers must naturally be led by Guide, with our squad assisting."

Old Bird: "..."

Brother Zhong: "..."

You little bastard with those honest-looking thick brows!!

Who would have thought you were from the same school as Director Qi!!

Kissing up to NPCs like this—you really want to get ahead, huh?

Little Fatty completely ignored the teeth-gritting looks on their faces.

How could flattering an NPC be called flattering an NPC?!!

This was called raising favorability.

Do you two have any gaming common sense at all?!!

Qin Yun thought for a moment, then nodded.

"This battle really needs to be finished quickly. It will be safest if I act personally."

"Then it's decided. Check your weapons and equipment, then move out."

Under the resentful gazes of Old Bird and Brother Zhong, Little Fatty led his squad after Qin Yun with their heads held high.

"That damn suck-up."

Old Bird and Brother Zhong spat inwardly in perfect unison.

Then they waved for their own teammates to follow.

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