Peter Weyland's Ambition

The pure white, oval-shaped cabin is the "fully automated medical cabin" developed by Weyland Corporation.

Its value is even more precious because the facilities inside can cure most of the diseases known to humankind.

Even for external injuries, it can perform delicate suturing surgery; it's practically a perfect medical pod!

Stroking the pure white, oval-shaped cabin, Alvin made his decision.

Before leaving, be sure to take this thing with you. Then give it to Norman Osborn, and mass production will be a breeze.

"Sir, this is the fully automated medical pod."

After explaining the general operating procedure, David tactfully took a half step back.

"Stay put, ready to be deployed."

Alvin removed his armor and ordered the Mark V: "Eliminate any attempt to threaten me immediately."

Then, the armor closed again, and he raised the Arc Pulse Cannon in his palm, aiming at David who was standing to the side.

Watching Alvin lie down in the medical pod, David had a sudden thought and tentatively took half a step forward.

Boom!

A beam of electric arc grazed David's face.

The vase on the display stand was blasted into powder by the electric arc pulse.

Clearly, the armor was sending a warning.

Do not do anything unusual, or you'll blow its head off, just like that vase!

David decisively extinguished the last remaining thoughts in his mind, like a petrified, stiff sculpture, quietly waiting for the treatment to end.

About half an hour later.

The fully automated medical pod finished the treatment, stitched up Alvin's wounds, and put the ribs that had been broken in the fierce battle back in their correct positions.

This is really a great product...

Although the Imperium's biotechnology is advanced, it's clear that Alvin, as a scavenger from the Underhive, won't be able to encounter it anytime soon. Meanwhile, the value and technological sophistication of the fully automated medical pod perfectly align with the needs of humanity in the Marvel Universe.

No rush.

This thing plays a significant role in the plot.

After cleaning up the remaining bloodstains in the medical pod, deleting the treatment records, and confirming that no information would be leaked, Alvin turned to look at the Bioroid David was waiting nearby.

"Sir, I meant no harm."

David seemed to have guessed what the other person was about to say and preemptively explained his actions, "I just wanted to confirm the treatment procedures of the fully automated medical pod."

Such a clumsy lie could not possibly fool Al.

But he couldn't be bothered to expose him, and besides, David was still of great use, so he casually said, "I... don't care."

The greatest contempt is not mockery, but complete indifference.

Just like a humble insect that is never noticed by humans, the Bioroid David's unauthorized actions, even if they pose a threat, will still not attract the attention of advanced extraterrestrial life.

David appeared expressionless, but an indescribable emotion welled up within him, like... anger.

But he skillfully concealed his expression, asking in as calm a tone as possible, "Sir, could you... come with me to see someone?"

As the prototype of the Bioroid, David remained loyal to his creator, who was not human but Peter Weyland. In fact, all his subsequent actions were basically based on this logic.

After all that buildup, we're finally getting to the main event!

Alvin's biggest goal on this trip was Peter Weyland, followed by the Creator, the Black Goo, and so on.

But he couldn't appear too enthusiastic, lest he arouse David's suspicion, so he coldly refused, saying, "Judging from that woman's behavior just now, I don't think contact with humans is a good option."

"I apologize for Ms. Vicks's foolish behavior, sir," David said slowly. "But please believe me, not everyone is as foolish as she is. For example... my master, Peter Weyland, the true controller of this spaceship, created Bioroid, like the great human beings of the Creator."

"Oh?"

Alvin seemed intrigued. "The creators of Bioroid, your creators?"

"Yes."

David nodded, agreeing with this statement.

"Then..." Alvin stepped forward, standing directly in front of David, their eyes meeting closely as he gazed into David's eyes, a playful look in his eyes. "And how do you view your creator, David?"

"I'm sorry, I cannot answer your question."

For the first time in his life, David felt panicked.

It's like... all your inner thoughts have been exposed, laid bare before the other person's eyes.

"Don't be so nervous, David."

Alvin seemed satisfied with the answer, took a slight step back, and said calmly, "I agree to your request. I'm also very curious... about the 'creator' of this Bioroid."

David breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned to lead the way.

David awakened Peter Weyland from his slumber.

Then, with respectful assistance, the centenarian who founded the Weyland Corporation, invested trillions, and came solely to seek the Creator, sat down in a chair.

Weyland was very old. Awakened from his slumber, he appeared somewhat breathless, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was completely white, but his eyes were still sharp and full of wisdom.

"Hello, I am... Peter Weyland."

Weyland needed a respirator to speak a complete sentence. He had learned the whole story from David's description, including the creation of another batch of alien life forms by the Creator that were completely superior to humans.

Of course, David concealed some details.

That is, in its conversation with the other party, how should the created life view the Creator?

"Are you really another kind of life created by the Creator?" Even though he already knew, Weyland still found it hard to believe, after all, the boy in front of him looked too much like a human!

Not entirely.

Alvin said calmly, "In the beginning, we were indeed created by the Creator, but now... we have surpassed them."

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Weyland became excited, coughing several times, his eyes filled with longing, yet he remained wary. "Since you have surpassed the Creator, why are you on this planet? Are you after the Creator's relics?"

"It's to destroy any trace of the Creator's existence."

Alvin glanced at David; the guy clearly hadn't told Weyland the whole truth, but that was fine, it saved him trouble later.

"Why?"

Weyland, utterly bewildered and shocked, asked, "Why are you destroying the traces of the Creator's existence?"

"How do you think the Creator would view us, the beings they created?" Alvin countered.

Weyland frowned, and with his intelligence, he quickly realized something. He glanced at David meaningfully, then said, "I guess it's pride."

Hahahaha...

Alvin's laughter was filled with sarcasm. Looking at the bewildered Weyland, he wore a half-smile, as if looking at a fool. "I'm looking forward to the moment you meet the Creator and discover the truth."

Weyland seemed unwilling to continue dwelling on the issue, and changed the subject, looking at him expectantly. "I want to know, since you have surpassed the Creator, then...?"

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by a cough.

But Alvin seemed to have guessed what he was going to ask, and stared at Weyland with great interest. "You want to ask if we have broken through the lifespan limit of our genes, right?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Weyland gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, veins bulging on his excited face. He was so agitated that he slurred his words, "You... have you?"

In fact, Weyland's wish was very simple.

First, it is to find the Creator, seek the ultimate answer to life, and explore the origin of humankind.

Secondly, it was to prove to the Creator that He created Bioroid, and with such a great achievement, He could be granted the ability to break through the lifespan limit of human genes, thereby achieving immortality!

The two are not contradictory and can even be considered interchangeable.

Weyland desires to transcend humanity and become a true "creator," rather than be a mortal imprisoned in this cumbersome body.

Once you understand this point...

Even the most cunning fox can be manipulated at will.

I have something to say~ The title is being changed. Many people don't know what "Rogue Trader" means, and the name isn't very appealing. I asked the editor, and we decided to change it to "Starting with Warhammer, Raiding the Heavens." I'll be working on a new cover in the next couple of days, so please don't look for the wrong one, or I'll be devastated.