This Is a True Chosen of Slaanesh

After Tyreen Hive City became the capital planet of Automata World, it became more prosperous and flourishing than before.

Countless transport ships travel between surface and rail ports every day, shuttling between magnificent skyscrapers.

They brought travelers or goods from other worlds, contributing to the prosperity of Tyreen Hive City.

Hovercrafts and hovercrafts, like schools of fish, swam in the sky, casting moving shadows on the ground.

Occasionally, one can see the Propaganda Airship with its statue of the God-Emperor standing tall.

The enormous loudspeakers mounted on both sides of the airship emitted the impassioned voice of the Ecclesiarchy Priests.

It inspired the people and urged them to remain devout to the God-Emperor.

However, the prosperity and bustle of Tyreen Hive City had absolutely nothing to do with Old Ma.

As soon as he entered the game, his friend pulled him into a quiet and dimly lit archive room.

View the numerous documents related to finance in the Calixis Sector.

This is an extremely tedious job.

It makes one wonder whether this game is meant to entertain or to torture people.

The NPC officials handed over the files from the last few hundred years to them.

The files were piled up like mountains, and they could only look at them little by little.

While reading, one must also analyze how the financial model of the Calixis Sector has operated over the past few centuries.

Once the situation is clear, we can then use the resources at hand to build an effective financial mechanism.

Of course, these few players weren't the only ones responsible for this job.

There was also a group of Imperium staff to assist, as well as Servitor responsible for transporting and organizing the archives.

However, they are still the main responsible persons, and many things need to be reviewed by them personally.

"No, there's too much. I can't finish reading it all, I really can't."

After working tirelessly for several days and nights, Old Ma collapsed in a pile of papers, his face showing an expression that seemed to say, "Just kill me already."

When he was young, Old Ma had never done such intense work.

Who would have thought that in middle age, one could experience such a miserable life in a game?

Once online, I would immerse myself in the archives and work until I went offline.

The sheer Scalp of data and documents was overwhelming, leaving my head feeling foggy and dizzy.

He was even thinking of grabbing the bucket and running away.

"Give me a shot." Ten-Timer walked up to Old Ma.

A medical Servitor followed behind him.

The Servitor extends a mechanical arm equipped with hydraulic pipes and gears.

A shiny syringe protruded from the end of the arm.

The syringe was inserted into Old Ma's body, pumping the stimulant into him.

The stimulant relieved physical fatigue.

This helped Old Ma recover a lot from his listless state of mind.

"This game is fucking amazing!!"

"It's one thing to make me work online, but to give me performance-enhancing drugs is another! Do you want me to be your slave forever?!"

Old Ma grumbled as he climbed out of the pile of papers.

"As expected of Warhammer, even demons are speechless and capitalists weep."

Another player tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, equally dejected.

"What is evil? This is real evil!!"

"It was indeed too agonizing."

"I've never seen so many numbers and documents in my life."

The other players were also exhausted, and after someone took the lead, they all started complaining.

"I've never been this tired, not even when I was working like a beast of burden in real life."

"I can't take it, I can't take it at all."

"..."

Ten-Timer frowned as he looked at Old Ma and his companions.

"Your flesh and blood are too weak to withstand the burden. It seems you need to undergo some strengthening."

After saying that, he sent the application to Xi Ling.

We need to have veteran players like Old Ma modify the system so they can process the documents at hand more quickly.

The application has been approved, and Magos Hina will lead a professional team to the relevant player to perform enhancements and modifications.

When Old Ma heard there was a benefit, his face immediately lit up with a smile.

"He's a true brother, he even knows how to fight for our benefits."

Ten-Timer revealed a wicked smile.

"Of course, how could I not think of you when there are benefits? Seriously, you'll soon find out just how realistic this game is."

Old Ma clenched his fist and pounded his chest. "Enough said. We're brothers for life."

The other players were the same; they were all close friends of Ten-Timer.

Those working in the fields of finance or sociology are all elite talents.

Magos Hina moved very quickly.

In just over half an hour, she arrived before Ten-Timer with a team of Tech-Priests and brand-new prosthetics sealed in metal boxes.

Tina was promoted to Magos by the Adeptus Mechanicus for her outstanding performance during this period.

However, Ten-Timer believed that the other party's promotion was entirely due to the enhancement of the Guide's status.

Wasn't Tina hard-working enough before?

He's still just a lowly maintenance priest on the Lycade Station.

Even in the Warhammer Universe, it's difficult to avoid the complexities of human relationships where one person's success leads to the rise of their entire family and friends.

Those NPC characters who followed the Guide from the very beginning have all achieved considerable success.

When they first met, Aing was just a captain; now he is a lieutenant general in the army.

Von of the Valancius Family became the acting lord of the sector.

Bishop Hydrak of the Planet Automata was promoted to Cardinal of the sector.

He is now the undisputed leader in the Calixis Sector.

Oz Tina was the first NPC to work for the Guide.

He's only a Magos now, which is already considered a slow rise.

Once the Calixis Sector is reclaimed,

Ten-Timer speculated that Priest Hina might be appointed to a position such as the Forge Lord or the Forge Master.

Having become Magos, Tina's body no longer showed much flesh and blood.

Beneath the scarlet robe lay a dense network of data cables and mechanical structures.

The heart-shaped part of the sun faintly emitted a blue light, revealing itself to be a small nuclear fusion sun.

Tech-Priests are all crazy!

Who's the kind person who wears Micro Nuclear Fusion reactor on their chest as an energy source?!

Ten-Timer wore a smile on his face, but inwardly he was furiously ranting.

"God Chosen: Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud. I have received a mission to modify several God Chosen whose flesh and blood are too weak."

Magos Hina's voice was mechanical and cold, devoid of human emotion.

"It's these guys." Ten-Timer pointed to Old Ma and the other players.

One of Magos Hina's mechanical tentacles hummed as it extended.

He took several contracts from a Tech-Priests standing nearby.

"This is a credit loan agreement, a standard God Chosen template. You can check the terms."

"If there are no problems, sign your name, and then we can begin the surgery."

The documents were delivered to Old Ma and the other players.

Each document was very long, listing various clauses in detail.

"Do we still need to take out a loan?"

Old Ma stared wide-eyed at Ten-Timer.

"Aren't we working for the Guide? Shouldn't these expenses be directly reimbursed?"

Ten-Timer explained, "We need to take out a loan first to carry out the upgrades and modifications. We can only get reimbursed after the mission is completed."

"In other words, we have to complete the task before the expenses incurred during that time can be reimbursed; otherwise, we won't get anything."

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Old Ma and the other players gasped in shock.

Even slave owners couldn't exploit people like this!

You have to be responsible for your own profits and losses when you work, and you also have to bring your own food!

"Did you feel the realism of the game? Exploitation is all done through formalities."

Ten-Timer chuckled.

"We went through the same thing back then."

"Okay, I'll sign." One player raised their hand first.

He walked up to the Tech-Priests and signed his name on the contract.

Old Ma stared at the player, his eyes widening slightly.

The other party is also a leader in the financial field.

You should be able to spot the trickery in the loan agreement.

If I don't complete the task, I'll really have to work hard to pay off the debt.

Ten-Timer noticed his friend's hesitation and slapped him on the back of the head again.

"It's just a game!! Even if you fail, it won't affect your real life."

"You're even hesitant to play a game, you're getting more and more backward as you get older, aren't you?"

"Besides, it's already a blessing from the Guide that you're allowed to get a loan. So many people want to get a loan but can't find a way."

Old Ma, wincing in pain, turned around and gave Ten-Timer the middle finger.

I'll remember this grudge; I'll kick your ass when I get the chance.

Seeing other players signing credit loan agreements one after another,

Old Ma knew that if he didn't sign, the NPC definitely wouldn't give him the upgrade.

Given the current workload, my body simply can't handle it without being strengthened.

"Okay, I'll sign too." Old Ma compromised because of the promises made by the Guide.

After signing the agreement,

Magos Hina quickly arranged the implantation surgery for the players.

The whole process went very smoothly.

Half an hour later, Old Ma and the other players had all switched to mechanical prosthetics and auxiliary brains.

One of their eyes was also removed and replaced with a brand new electronic prosthetic eye.

When processing documents, simply activate the scanning function of the electronic prosthetic eye to read massive amounts of information and use the connected auxiliary brain for calculations.

+++Praise the Omnissiah, praise the Machine God, praise the Motive Force +++

The surgery is over.

After giving the God Chosen's mechanical prosthetic limbs another blessing, Magos Hina left.

"So handsome!"

Old Ma was very excited after the implantation surgery was completed.

"Look, after starting the scanning mode, it provides prompts for everything."

The electronic prosthetic eye embedded in the eye socket emitted beams of red and green light.

When it lands on an object, the object's data information will be displayed on the retina.

Title: A document from the Ministry of the Department of the Interior.

Weight: 0.17KG.

The authorization level is low, and reading can be performed without hindrance.

Name: A metal chair with a 40-year history.

Weight: 10.2KG

It has low value and is not recommended to pick it up.

[Name:...

"Alright, stop playing around and get back to work," Ten-Timer said. "We need to come up with an effective financial plan as soon as possible."

"Yes, let's get to work, for the Emperor." Old Ma clenched his fist, his face full of loyalty.

The same applies to other players who received enhancements.

They threw themselves back into their intense and demanding work.

To complete the task faster, they reduced unnecessary socializing and networking in the real world and devoted themselves entirely to the tasks in the game.

Once online, they work like crazy.

When I got tired, I relied on stimulants to keep going until the game ended.

They hate the 996 work schedule in the real world to the core.

They were happy with their 247 in Warhammer Online.

Working day and night, they completed a paper entitled "Imperial Financial Treatise" and submitted it.

Thanks to the Beacon technology, the paper was quickly delivered to the Imperial Glory and presented to Qin Yun.

"I have to say, the players are amazing! They're Chosen team!"

Qin Yun read through the "Imperial Financial Treatise" submitted by Ten-Timer and others as soon as possible.

It explains the flaws in the Imperium's current financial system and outlines a completely new reform plan.

"Let's include it as part of the 5.0 update."

After Qin Yun planned to end the war in the Calixis Sector,

They then set about establishing the Imperium financial department and setting up a series of new departments, such as banks, to test the waters.

"Xi Ling, remember to give them the rewards and reimburse their enhancement costs."

"Understood, Master."

Meanwhile, in the Automata World.

After Ten-Timer and the others submitted their "Imperial Financial Treatise," they waited anxiously.

I originally thought I would have to revise it several more times before it would pass.

To their surprise, a notification that the mission was completed appeared in front of them not long afterward.

Congratulations on achieving the first stage of the mission! The Guide is very satisfied with your compiled arguments.

The corresponding rewards have been issued.

With a notification sound, each of their databases received a Contribution Points, Honor Points, and Faith Points.

The reinforcement loans they incurred to complete the mission were also repaid by the authorities.

"Wow, what an amazing client!" Old Ma exclaimed. "The proposal was approved on the first try, and the payment arrived instantly. In short, awesome!"

"Honestly, I was prepared to be nitpicked," another player said. "But the client was so agreeable!!"

"Although it was very tiring, the sense of satisfaction I got after completing the task made me feel like I was floating on air. Oh no, I feel like I'm going to become a masochist."

Old Ma wore an expression of enjoyment.

"Hurry up, I need more challenging tasks. I want to enjoy the thrill of challenges."

Ten-Timer stared at Old Ma, his eyes wide.

Despite knowing each other for so long, he had no idea that his friend had this quirk.

Surprisingly, he enjoys the satisfaction that his work brings.

Wow!

Is this guy being targeted by Slaanesh?!

At that time, they'll be drooling, injecting stimulants, and working like crazy.

The thought of that scene is almost horrifying!

False Slaanesh, Cow Succubus, a massive gathering of a thousand people.

The real Slaanesh works hard only to enjoy the satisfaction of achieving success.

While Ten-Timer and the others were enjoying the joy of completing their mission...

Players like Warmaster have already headed to the battlefield, ready to earn new merits.

Wandering Port

This Void port, located on the edge of the Calixis Sector, is the last stop on the way to the Wildlands.

This place once had tens of millions of residents.

Despite the chaos, it maintained a basic order and prospered thanks to the merchants and adventurers who came and went.

Now, however, it has become a bloody hell.

Even with air Purification running at full power, they cannot completely filter out the smell of blood from the air.

After the rebels took control of the area, they began to plunder slaves, suppress Imperium loyalists, and offer a bloody gift to their Warp allies.

Those who dared to resist were tortured to death, and their bodies were hung in the streets.

The rest became slaves and sacrifices offered to the Warp.

Most of the residents of Wandering Port had complained about the Imperium's incompetence.

But when the rebels supported by Chaos took control of Wandering Port,

They then realized that the Imperium at least still treated them like human beings.

Chaos purely viewed them as disposable items and food.

"Get to work faster!" A foreman lashed out with a whip at the working slaves.

The slaves who were being whipped dared not speak out in anger and could only lower their heads and continue working.

The entire population of the port has now been enslaved.

Everyone was forced to work, performing heavy factory labor and reinforcing the fortifications of the Wandering Port.

Only the families who surrendered the fastest were spared and continued to enjoy their decadent lifestyle.

The former naval headquarters in Wandering Port has now become the command center for rebels.

Ariel, serving as the commander of the Wandering Port, is assessing the current situation.

Thanks to his efforts, the entire Wandering Port has been transformed into an impenetrable fortress.

Countless artillery platforms stand atop the port's magnificent buildings.

There are also several weapon platforms and fortresses in the surrounding area, forming a defensive perimeter.

"If those henchmen of the Corpse Emperor want to seize Wandering Port, then they'd better be prepared to pay a heavy price," Ariel sneered.

Behind him were representatives from the Harr and Fetes families, as well as representatives from the Rogue Trader Guild and pirate groups.

Seeing the numerous artillery pieces and weapon platforms in the Wandering Port, they deeply agreed with Ariel's words.

Even if the Imperium suffers heavy losses here, it may not be able to break through Wandering Port.

At that moment, a rapid alarm sounded.

With a flash of light, a Void was cut open in the void.

The shimmering light flowed into the Realspace through the cut.

A massive fleet emerged from the breach and headed towards Wandering Port.

Their ships all bore the insignia of the Imperial Aquila, clearly indicating that they were a Loyalists of the Imperium.

"He arrived right after I finished speaking."

Ariel looked at the icons displayed on the data projection and gave a cold smile.

"Are you just going to charge straight in like this? Let's see how much you're willing to pay for this port!"

Void Wars Erupt

Dense lasers, missiles, torpedoes, and Lance filled the entire Void battlefield.

The intense light from the explosion resembled a helium flash from an old star, causing people to instinctively look away and avoid looking directly at it.

Most of the rebel warships headed to the Malz System to assemble, preparing for a decisive battle with the Imperium loyalists.

However, with its remaining ships and its own firepower, Wandering Port was able to contend with the Imperial Fleet.

"They are doomed to defeat," Ariel repeated. "Their fleet is powerful, but they are delusional to think they can capture Wandering Port."

"They will burn their blood here, and then they will have to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat."

The vast Void.

Dozens of Boarding Torpedo with their life support systems removed and power engines removed are drifting toward the Wandering Port.

In the sensor arrays and Auspex at the Wandering Port, these Boarding Torpedo, which had no heat or radiation signals, were marked as meteorites.

When they are close enough to the weapon platforms and fortresses of the Wandering Port

The Imperium warships that had been observing them issued an activation command.

The deadly cargo, carried by Boarding Torpedo, awakens from its slumber.

Warmaster was one of them.

The Wandering Port has powerful firepower; a rash attack would come at too high a price.

Before the war officially began, Warmaster and his men came up with a crazy idea.

In the vast Void, once the sensors, radar, engines, communication components of an aircraft are removed, it becomes very difficult to detect.

Especially places like Wandering Port, which are surrounded by abandoned spacecraft and meteorites.

They can develop disposable Boarding Torpedo propelled by solid-propellant bombs to launch surprise attacks on the enemy.

Of course, this is a tactic that only players can use without restraint.

Because the risk is too high.

After removing most of its components, the Boarding Torpedo is practically scrap metal.

Boarding Torpedo over three meters long is no different from a speck of dust in the vast universe.

Once they deviate from the course, the passengers will drift in the Void until they die.

"It's time to bare our fangs to the enemy."

"Let us, in the name of the Emperor, unleash the punishment."

The Warmaster saw the Wandering Port through the porthole of the Boarding Torpedo.

The bomb at the tail was detonated, Boarding Torpedo instantly reached its maximum speed.

It traced a path through the Void and crashed straight into the weapon platforms and port surrounding the Wandering Port.

PS: Seeking Aegis from Gork and Mork