Qin Yun mainly examined the equipment he had acquired and the skills he had improved.
The first piece of equipment he inspected was the Bolter he had obtained from Pascal Hanneman.
He noticed that the grip was plated in matte chromium gold, resembling exquisite bone carvings.
Both sides were decorated with a Double-Headed Eagle and an openwork human skull.
Two lines of tiny gilded lettering ran along either side of the barrel.
"Loyalty is its own reward."
"Death is redemption."
A golden screen appeared, introducing Qin Yun to the Bolter's history.
Name: Locke-Pattern Bolter.
Description: A standard Imperial Bolter with tremendous power. Upon hitting a target, it also caused an explosion, inflicting secondary damage on the enemy.
It had been bestowed upon the first ancestor of the Hanneman Family in recognition of his achievements, and had been passed down as a sacred relic ever since the family was founded.
Generations of unwavering loyalty from the Hanneman Family had been condensed within this Bolter.
When fired, its rounds had a certain chance of dealing critical damage to the target.
"If you don't want the Machine Spirit to go on strike in the middle of battle, daily maintenance is essential."
"May you find peace."
Caressing the Bolter in his hands, Qin Yun observed a moment of silence for Captain Pascal Hanneman.
A loyal soul had returned to the Throne.
Qin Yun also mourned every dead person aboard the ship.
They had all been Loyalists of the Imperium.
They had once battled the Black Legion at the edge of the Eye of Terror, defending Cadia Fortress.
Had they not suffered the accident of a damaged Geller Field, they would surely have continued fighting in the name of the Imperium until their final drop of blood was spilled.
"How much must humanity sacrifice before it can achieve true redemption?"
Qin Yun returned the Bolter to the holster at his waist, drew out the Power Sword, and examined it.
Name: Departmento Munitorum Standard Power Sword
Description: A power weapon commissioned by the Departmento Munitorum and forged on Mars, generally issued to officers holding high-ranking positions.
After the power field was activated, the blade became extraordinarily sharp, easily cutting through armor and steel.
"The heads of heretics were like tofu before it."
Power Swords were considered valuable melee weapons for individual soldiers.
Only a handful of Forge Worlds still retained the relevant manufacturing technology.
Once activated, a Power Sword's blade was typically enveloped by a hazy blue energy field.
This energy field produced a molecular disruption effect when attacking.
Qin Yun reached out and touched the cold blade.
With its help, the coming cleanup would surely proceed more smoothly.
After putting away the Power Sword, Qin Yun checked his skills.
Skill: Throwing (Beginner) upgraded to: Throwing (Mastery)
Learned Skill: One-handed Sword (Beginner)
He had learned the Throwing skill while tossing grenades.
The higher the level, the more accurate his throws became.
As for One-handed Sword, he had mastered it after acquiring the Power Sword and using it to kill enemies.
It seemed he needed to practice swordsmanship when he had the time.
A corridor on the bridge.
Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin were gathered around a disabled Auto-cannon.
"Are you sure this is how you repair it?"
Magical Monkey, screwdriver in hand, fiddled with the complex circuitry.
Dovahkiin stood behind him, holding the instruction manual.
They were both students majoring in mechanical maintenance.
When they saw the damaged Auto-cannon,
they wanted to see just how realistic the game was and whether they could repair it.
"It definitely isn't wrong. The Tech-Priests still use binary for their code. The Imperium should be using technical principles we're familiar with."
"Like this: treat the Cogitator wetware as the processor, responsible for processing data and outputting commands. This is the servo motor, responsible for adjusting the left and right directions, and this is the detector."
"..."
What the Imperium of Man had inherited was all STC template technology from the Golden Age.
The scientists who designed the STC templates had considered all sorts of situations humanity might encounter while colonizing alien planets.
They used foolproof operation and maintenance systems.
Whichever module broke, you simply replaced that module.
As for how it actually worked, users did not need to care.
After a round of tinkering, Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin actually repaired the automated turret and even programmed it, improving its efficiency slightly.
When the other players learned of it, they swarmed over.
Watching the automated turret continuously rotate and scan for targets, every one of them widened their eyes.
"This works too?? This game is so damn incredible I don't even know how to describe it!!"
"What difference is there between this and the real world?"
"I haven't read much, so all I can say is: damn."
"..."
Qin Yun rushed over and inspected it.
After confirming that the automated turret had truly resumed operation,
he was somewhat shocked as well.
He had not expected the players to give him such a surprise.
They had to be encouraged. Absolutely.
Qin Yun turned around and announced something to the players.
"Players Magical Monkey and Dovahkiin repaired the turret. Each of them will receive ten thousand Contribution Points."
The players immediately erupted into an uproar.
"You can get Contribution Points for this?"
"The game really is better. Here, taking the initiative to work actually gets you rewards."
"I'm jealous. I'm calling Mars right now—someone here is desecrating a sacred Machine Spirit."
"Brothers, grind harder. 996 isn't loyal enough anymore. It has to be 007."
"..."
Seeing Dovahkiin and Magical Monkey receive rewards,
the players were all fired up.
Before Qin Yun could even issue any missions, they had already taken the initiative to find work.
Seeing the players so conscientious, Qin Yun was pleased and let them do as they wished.
Once they achieved results, he would directly hand out rewards.
A little after six in the evening.
Qin Yun opened the group chat interface at the console.
He prepared to release the second batch of reservation slots.
At that moment, Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud, the group administrator, was sharing the latest discoveries and guides in the chat.
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "After exploring, we've discovered quite a bit of new content related to the next map and new gameplay."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "(JPG: gritting teeth), I haven't even gotten a slot yet! How are you already playing on a new map?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "The Regent is very angry. The Regent is declaring all of you heretics."
I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Have a bowl of Grandfather Nurgle's soup, you damned first-batch players."
"Administrator Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud has enabled group mute."
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Let me finish first, then you can hate me with jealous eyes (dog-head protection)."
"Last night, under the Guide's leadership, we reclaimed the Command Hall. There, we received a distress signal sent by the Valancius Family from Planet Automata."
"The Astropaths aboard the Imperial Glory have been dead cold for a while, yet the communication system can still receive the distress signal."
"That means this wasn't an astropathic message, but one received after arriving in this star system. That means the new map is near the Imperial Glory."
"Let me talk about the new map's background. The Valancius Family possesses a Warrant of Trade personally issued by the Emperor, and Planet Automata is their colony."
"Due to the expansion of the Eye of Terror, Chaos Cultists have rioted and launched a massive rebellion. The situation is currently out of control."
"A Lunar-class Cruiser needs several thousand people just to barely keep it operational."
"On top of that, the hull needs repairs and supplies need replenishing, so after reclaiming the Imperial Glory, heading to Planet Automata is inevitable."
"The Imperial Glory will replenish supplies and personnel on Automata. At the same time, it will participate in the war on Planet Automata, suppress the local Cultists, and restore the God-Emperor's glory."
"As for whether it will help the Valancius Family, and how it will help them, that remains unknown. We need more clues before we can analyze it."
"The second discovery concerns new gameplay. Two players used their learned knowledge to repair an automated turret and received a reward of ten thousand Contribution Points."
"This shows that the game's developers encourage us to explore more gameplay. We aren't limited to killing monsters; we can also farm and take logistics routes."
"Players studying science and engineering are getting a huge boost. Building wonders such as Castigator Titans, Dyson Spheres, Halos, and other megastructures is no longer just a dream."
"That covers all of today's discoveries. If there's any new intelligence, I'll update everyone immediately."
"Administrator Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud has disabled group mute."
God-Chosen Alpaca: "I'm so jealous! I still can't play, and you've already unlocked new positions!!"
Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "A Warrant of Trade?? And one issued by the Emperor? This Valancius Family isn't simple."
Lost Krieg: "This Valancius Family seems suspicious. They possess a warrant issued by the Emperor, yet they have fallen so low as to seek help from a Lunar-class Cruiser of unknown origins."
Dora is the True Omnissiah: "I can't take it anymore. I want to play too. I'm addicted already, and I desperately need a game slot to cure me."
"..."
While the chat was lively, Qin Yun sent a message.
The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "The game slots are ready. They'll be released in the group at seven tonight. Anyone who wants one can click to reserve."
The moment the message was sent, the group became even livelier.
Messages tagging @Qin Yun did not stop.
Some people even tried to add him as a friend and offered money to buy game slots.
Qin Yun ignored them all.
At seven in the evening, he released the reservation link.
The Company Slave group was full of Warhammer enthusiasts. After a day of discussion and hype, many group members had already been waiting.
The thirty reservation slots were snatched up in less than a minute.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No, why didn't I get one? The Despoiler has already breached Cadia Fortress. Human civilization is on the brink of collapse. The Imperium's people need the great Regent to return. What you stole wasn't game access, but the hope of the Imperium's people."
God-Chosen Alpaca: "Haha, I got one."
I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Damn, I was too slow."
Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "Snagging a reservation slot? Easy."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Emoji (angry)"
University dormitory.
Sun Yi had just arrived at his dorm when he found a package for him at the door.
When he opened it, he nearly screamed with excitement.
Inside was the Warhammer Online gaming helmet.
"Haha, it arrived! It finally arrived. Tonight, I'm going on a killing spree."
Just then, his phone vibrated and a message popped up.
Zhao Ya: "I'm free tonight. I just went shopping with the girls. Come out later and let's have dinner together."
Sun Yi frowned.
Zhao Ya attended the same university as him, and their relationship was somewhat ambiguous.
They often went out for meals together.
But it had never developed any further.
And every time they ate out, he was the one paying.
Should I go have dinner with her? She did invite me, after all.
The next second.
Smack!
Sun Yi suddenly slapped himself.
"How could I delay loyalty for a woman I haven't even gotten yet? The Emperor needs me."
Sun Yi turned off his phone, put on the helmet, and welcomed his own Warhammer journey.
PS: Here's a meme—loyal every day.
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