A Fine Day Began with Mining

A Wonderful Day Starts with a Miner

"Do you know what clank-clank-clank means?" In the dim mine tunnel, a rather thin miner asked his companion with a curious look.

"What clank-clank-clank?" asked the tattered companion with some confusion.

"This is called clank-clank-clank-clank..."

After saying that, Sandman propped the pickaxe in his hand against a large chunk of iron ore that had been mined out...

Then he started the pickaxe in his hand.

The pickaxe began a fierce collision with the hard iron ore, and a deafening sound immediately rang out, continuously bombarding everyone's eardrums amidst the flying dust...

Everyone just glanced helplessly at this boss who liked to tell cold jokes, and then went back to their day-in, day-out, sunless toil.

The pickaxe in his hand began to emit bursts of roaring sounds, and the noisy sound resounded through the entire mine tunnel.

That's right, the reason why Sandman, who liked to tell cold jokes, seemed out of place with everyone in the mining field was because he was a transmigrator, a soul from the 2K Era of Old Terra.

He only remembered that when he took a nap and dreamed, he dreamed of a yellow skin asking him, "Hero, do you think I look like a human or a god?" He replied with a mischievous streak, "I think you look like my dinner tonight!" He grabbed the baseball bat beside him and smashed it toward the head of the yellow skin.

Then the dream woke up.

Woke up to find that the sky had fallen, and he had inexplicably transmigrated into a local native named Sandman.

When he figured out that the place he was in was called Lycaeus, he cried very sadly in front of everyone for a while.

But when he understood the timeline he was in, he immediately beamed with joy again, a situation that once made his companions think that Sandman had been scared silly by the terrifying task quota assigned by the overseer.

"Just wait, soon your bitter days will come to an end, and soon you will become the masters on Lycaeus, because he is coming soon!" Sandman looked at the miners, the vast majority of whom looked lifeless, and then began to wholeheartedly "fight" with the iron ore under his feet.

The flying dust and iron ore fragments splattered everywhere in the dim mine tunnel, occasionally interspersed with tiny sparks that flashed by.

What kind of place was Lycaeus?

Lycaeus was a famous mining world in the Warhammer Universe, the homeworld of 19th Legion Primarch Corvus, and the entire planet contained rich mineral deposits. Below it was the industrial world of Kiavahr.

Except for those heinous criminals, most of the miners here were ordinary people who came from the Mechanicus Guild, the ruling class on Kiavahr, which they had rebelled against, among whom were no shortage of politicians and thinkers. These rebels were exiled by the ruling class of Kiavahr to Lycaeus to carry out "waste utilization," and mining here until death was their only fate.

On this planet, there were only two classes: slaves and overseers.

The miners needed to complete the mining quota stipulated by Kiavahr every day in order to exchange for a pitiful, negligible amount of living supplies and drinking water.

The only thing to be thankful for was that on this cruel mining planet, the miners did not breed vices like most planets in the Milky Way, nor did they spawn various gangs; instead, most people organized themselves through those exiled elites to help each other out.

Primarch Corvus grew up from an infant eating food from a hundred families under the efforts of these miners to become a qualified leader, and finally led the people on Lycaeus to overthrow the brutal rule of the Mechanicus Guild on Kiavahr.

"Corvus, the idealist in the dark and cruel universe, but in the end he turned into that inhuman and ghost-like appearance, which really is a feature of the Warhammer Universe."

Sandman laboriously used the pickaxe in his hand to smash the large piece of iron ore at his feet, and then transferred his target to another piece of ore that looked more pleasing to the eye.

As a transmigrator, the reason why Sandman was so relaxed right now was because he knew the direction of this world, and soon Corvus would descend to this world and lead the people of this planet to launch a rebellion.

But knowing too much was not a good thing, because this was a world where thoughts had power.

The Warhammer Universe was composed of the material universe and the warp, the physical body of mankind existed in the Material Universe, and the soul had its own projection in the Warp.

The difference was just the size of this flame-like projection.

There was a special variant among humans called psykers, who were very closely connected with the warp and could use warp power. Powerful Alpha-class psykers could even burst stars with a single hand.

However, everything came with a price; becoming a psyker, especially a powerful psyker, was not a good thing.

Powerful psykers were very closely connected with the warp, and at the same time, their projections in the warp would become brighter and brighter. For warp creatures, these bright flames were like extremely delicious cakes, constantly tempting them.

These malicious warp creatures would constantly whisper in the ears of psykers, thereby distorting their thoughts, turning them into their slaves, and entering the Material Universe through psykers as a bridge to obtain more souls to please the deities they worshipped.

"I can't think in that direction anymore!" Sandman quickly stopped his divergent thinking.

Even though the veil between the Material Universe and the warp was still strong today, for the sake of his own life, Sandman very prudently restrained himself from associating with deities.

As a miserable miner, the task of the miners on Lycaeus was very heavy, and the reason why Sandman was cheerful was because Corvus could be regarded as one of the few gene-primarchs who were very friendly to ordinary people among the twenty cheat-like sons created by the Emperor.

If Sandman had descended to the homeworlds of those obsessive-compulsive primarchs, he would definitely have cried as miserably as a Gretchin whose toes had been stepped on.

"Short-term goal, wait for Corvus to descend, then join the Raven Guard, and then mine through the Milky Way. Perhaps I can also become good friends with the Primarch, heh heh heh..." Sandman daydreamed while desperately fighting with the iron ore under his feet, and planned his goals.

Primarch Corvus grew up eating food from a hundred families, and at the same time, the exiled elites on Kiavahr pinned all their hopes on this unusual child named Corvus, so Corvus had many friends and teachers. As for teachers, he didn't dare to think about it; as a corporate drone in his past life, what would he use to teach?

As an amateur enthusiast who had read so much about the development history of the Warhammer world, Sandman could still figure out the early trends to some extent.

The technological level of the human race in the Warhammer world was originally very developed, once colonizing many planets in the Milky Way. However, due to many unknown reasons, when technology developed to the peak of the Golden Age, the artificial intelligence created by humans to serve themselves suddenly rebelled.

After experiencing painful costs, the Human Federation finally quelled the Iron Rebellion, and just as it began to recuperate, a warp storm sweeping across the entire Milky Way plunged all colonies of the human race into isolation.

The nightmare of mankind began, countless xenos races began to loot during the fire, and swarms of warp demons appeared on countless planets. Under the threat of chaos and xenos, the human race was about to head toward destruction.