Greatness Begins with Small Beginnings

Immortality is undoubtedly the greatest desire in human history, whether it be the emperors of ancient feudal societies or the geniuses who created the Weyland Corporation.

Peter Weyland achieved the greatest feat in human history, even creating Bioroid, an achievement comparable to that of the "Creator".

That's why he wanted "immortality" even more!

He personally founded the Weyland Corporation, even replacing the Federal Government and wielding supreme power; how could he possibly give it all up?

He wanted to become a god who would forever hold power!

To this end, Peter Weyland spared no expense, spending trillions of dollars, in order to find the "creator" of mankind, hoping to obtain from them the key to breaking through the limitations of human genes and lifespan!

But now, it seems he has a second option!

Alvin's appearance gave Weyland, who was on the verge of collapse and could only place his hopes on the ruins of the "Creator," a glimmer of hope.

The old man was so emotional that he almost choked.

The medical staff accompanying him rushed to the rescue and managed to save his life!

"David..."

Having been rescued, Weyland grabbed David's hand, gesturing for him to take his place. "You... you help me... ask him..."

David nodded respectfully, then turned to Alvin: "Sir, you should have already guessed the general situation. On behalf of Mr. Weyland, I would like to know how your race breaks through the lifespan limit?"

"There are many ways to break through lifespan limitations, but... why should I tell you?" Alvin scrutinized Weyland and David with a disdainful look. "Or rather, what can you offer in return, something of equal value?"

These words made David fall into deep thought, and he turned to look at Weyland with a troubled expression.

Indeed, with Weyland Corporation's current technology, there doesn't seem to be any technology that can match the value of breaking through lifespan limitations.

"Everything..."

Weyland spoke first, and despite still being very weak, he insisted on removing the respirator, like a gambler betting everything, his eyes fixed on Alvin with fervent intensity. "I'm willing... to pay any price..."

"I'm becoming a little interested in humans..."

Alvin slowly walked towards Weyland.

The surrounding medical personnel, witnessing this, were about to step forward to try and stop him, but were all pushed aside by Weyland: "Get out!"

David stood silently to the side. He knew very well that if extraterrestrial life tried to do something, the humans on this spaceship alone would have no chance of stopping them.

Weyland, supporting himself in his wheelchair, looked up at Alvin with an aggressive, burning gaze. "I... have a lot. Whatever you want, I can give you!"

"I can give you a way to prolong your life."

Alvin looked down at Weyland, who sat in his wheelchair, looking like a withered, rotting log, entering the final stage of his life, and smiled, "But I need your loyalty to me. I want the rest of your life, your everything."

"Can."

Weyland had long since run out of options. Rather than gamble his hopes on that ruin, he decided to place them on a living alien life. "I'm willing to pledge my allegiance to you. I can give you everything, as long as... you can help me survive!"

"It's okay, no need to rush to make promises to me."

Alvin wasn't about to believe a shrewd businessman's verbal promises, but he didn't care.

How could someone as shrewd as Weyland possibly pledge allegiance to someone based on a single statement?

He agreed simply because he had no other choice.

If you really think it's that simple to control a businessman who founded a giant interstellar corporation, then you're out of your mind.

Therefore, Alvin needs to witness firsthand how all hope is extinguished, and how utter despair is felt, before finally offering a "gift."

Looking at the longing Weyland, he said with a half-smile, "Don't you still have another option? You can decide after you find the 'Creator.' I don't lack that kind of patience."

Having his thoughts exposed, Weyland showed no embarrassment whatsoever. "I swear to God, everything I said is true, sir!"

I don't believe in God.

Alvin patted him on the shoulder, bent down, whispered a few words in his ear, then gave David a meaningful look before turning and walking towards the door. "With your power, arranging an identity for me shouldn't be difficult, right?"

It's unclear what he said, Weyland's eyes instantly darkened. He glanced at David, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, before quickly returning to normal, unnoticed. He slowly said, "I will introduce you to the people on the ship. You are an expert I specially hired; no one will question your identity."

"Very good. Remember to call me when you go explore the ruins." Alvin suddenly spoke up, then said to David, "You'll be assisting me during this time, is that alright?"

David looked at Weyland, who nodded expressionlessly. "David, you're in charge of taking care of this gentleman."

"Sir, in order to blend in with humans, I suggest you choose a human name."

David said very responsibly.

Alvin Valshius.

Alvin readily gave his name, saying calmly, "In our language, translated into human writing, this is my name."

"It sounds like a nobleman's name."

David boasted without batting an eye, "It suits your appearance perfectly. If this were human society, many women would surely pursue you, sir."

The spaceship had a limited number of rooms, so David temporarily placed him in his own room, since Bioroid don't need to rest anyway.

Many things happened today.

Exploring the ruins of the Creator, encountering alien life, and prematurely awakening Weyland disrupts David's original plans.

Alvin sat cross-legged on the bed, seemingly entering a meditative state.

David hesitated for a few seconds, but finally made up his mind and took out the black jar he had brought back from the ruins.

The black jar is cylindrical and nearly one meter tall.

While inside the ruins, their intrusion caused changes in the air environment, and organic matter seemed to have overflowed. However, since the jar had been treated with liquid nitrogen, the contents should still be well preserved.

David quickly found a way and unscrewed the black jar.

It is a bio-engineered Bioroid, so it does not have body temperature, nor does it breathe or change carbon dioxide levels, thus it will not cause changes in the black canister.

Surprisingly, inside were six vessels resembling Abe no Mikoto's bottle, with an emerald green exterior.

David lifted the vessel from the black jar with his bare hands, and a large amount of viscous liquid flowed down. He took one of the ampoules and examined it upside down in front of him.

Within the vessel, amidst a large amount of transparent, viscous substance, lies a clump of pitch-black, viscous substance, seemingly identical to the substance that seeps out from within the ruins due to changes in air temperature.

To confirm, David broke the ampoule.

I poured out a drop of the black, viscous substance and placed it on my fingertip, observing it carefully.

It speculates that... this type of organic matter should be related to the Creator's creation of life, but further experiments are needed to verify this speculation.

A suitable candidate came to David's mind.

Greatness often begins with small beginnings.

David examined the drop of black, viscous liquid on his fingertip closely, a look of rapture on his face. "Even a half-baked amateur can create life, right?"

"Let me give you a piece of advice: that thing is very dangerous."

Suddenly, Alvin's voice came from behind.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

David stiffened, slowly turning his head to see Alvin sitting on the bed, staring at him. Unsure of Alvin's stance, he asked, "Are you... going to stop me?"

Why should I stop you?

Alvin gave a knowing smile, "I'm just reminding you, that thing is dangerous. Just a small amount is enough to create unparalleled 'miracles'."

Is it... a miracle of life?

David was clearly intrigued, his eyes lighting up.

If it were truly possible to create life, then wouldn't it... also become a "creator"?

Unfortunately, Alvin didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at David with a strange expression, making David uneasy and wondering about Alvin's purpose.

"David, I'm curious."

Looking at the flustered David, Alvin slowly said, "If... we lose Weyland, and the underlying logic he set for you, without any constraints, how far would you grow?"

"I'm sorry, I can't answer that question."

David lowered his head, refusing to answer.

However, the seed buried deep in the heart has begun to grow uncontrollably, allowing a thought called ambition to take hold in its thought process!

This book has officially been renamed! Some readers have commented on the slow pacing, but it was unavoidable. The original setting involved starting as scavengers. Those familiar with Warhammer know that Trade Charter for Rogue Trader come from either the Imperium or a family, both requiring extremely high status. So it's not that they don't grant them directly; my previous book's pacing was too fast, which ultimately caused me to lose my way. This book's pacing won't be too slow, but it won't be too fast either. As for raiding... well, Rogue Trader are essentially a combination of British privateering, not pure robbery. It involves both trading and looting. The protagonist's identity will be revealed soon, as it's part of the earlier setup, and many readers have probably already guessed it.