Feeding Vitamin Pills to the Poor, Such a Sin!

He scooped up a bowl of porridge, picked up five pieces of bread, and walked over to an empty table, stretching his aching body all over.

The brand-new body had made him feel great, so he had worked himself to the bone. Now that he finally relaxed, he felt aches and pains everywhere he turned.

Looks like I'll have to take it easy this afternoon, Old John thought to himself, otherwise his body would break down and he wouldn't even have anywhere to cry about it.

With the porridge, Old John ate the bread one bite at a time, finishing it in just a few moments before taking his bowl back to the window to line up.

While waiting in line, he smacked his lips tasting the thin porridge, still finding it hard to believe that the water inside it was actually purified water.

Pure starch combined with pure water was no different from a luxury good to Old John.

The very bowl of porridge he had just eaten was something he couldn't afford even after hauling cargo in the Underhive for a whole year.

Lately, the food he ate every single day was more expensive than he was, not to mention that pocket watch which was like a divine artifact.

When the Lord Angel's servant gave him the pocket watch, he had said that as long as his work had no errors, the watch would be given to him as a bonus.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind: Loyalty!

Never mind hauling cargo, he would even be willing to murder a noble if asked!

As he thought about it, Old John suddenly found that the soreness all over his body seemed to be easing up; just like that, the uncomfortable feeling had diminished quite a bit.

Holy shit! Ice!

Old John had heard of such things that could rapidly relieve muscle pain; although he couldn't afford them, it didn't stop him from fantasizing about how comfortable they must be.

Right now, this feeling was pretty much what he had imagined. If he had this stuff back then, he could have hauled three times the cargo volume in a day!

Now the cafeteria was actually providing it for free, and the Lord Angel's kindness could never be repaid!

As for whether it might be vitamins? Old John didn't even dare to think about it; that was already beyond his imagination.

Huron naturally wouldn't be as deranged as Old John thought; the porridge was actually just spiked with vitamin pills like before.

As a Nano-healing Agent, small problems like muscle strains naturally fell within the scope of its resolution.

And a Civilian Factory could only produce one type of consumer good without the ability to allocate output; the 100 million units of vitamin pills produced daily left a surplus even after paying wages.

The Warp trade routes in the Maelstrom region were treacherous, and doing business there took years as the basic unit, with a return cycle so long it left Huron speechless.

Instead of expecting foreign trade to digest the excess production capacity, it was better to simply add them directly to rations as nutritional supplements to improve the physical condition of the laborers.

After all, eating nothing but carbs every day without anything else was bound to cause trouble easily. Although the vitamins weren't vitamins, they could convert starch into other nutritional substances and maintain stable vital signs.

Even without mentioning the worldview Huron had cultivated in his past life, he had already regarded the entire Badab as his own personal possession.

What was the big deal about giving his own people some extra benefits? It wasn't as if it couldn't be done.

Naturally, only Huron thought this way. Odinson, who was unaware of the truth, looked at the daily tallied material consumption and felt as if the sky were falling.

If it weren't for the Chapter Master being able to pull out massive amounts of supplies every day, he would have wanted to die-remonstrate just to get Huron to lower the benefit levels a bit.

The previous chapter servants couldn't even manage to eat vitamin pills like regular meals, yet these laborers were now managing to do so.

However, Huron naturally wouldn't treat them unequally; the remaining two civilian factories, one was used to produce the "Gene-seed".

This thing could only produce 100,000 human-units per day, making it exceedingly precious. Its effects were naturally not bad either, capable of comprehensively enhancing human bodily functions as special-issue supplies for elite units like Tempestus Scions.

Over these past few days, a quantity for over a million people had been produced successively, and Huron naturally wouldn't hoard them to hatch babies; every single chapter servant was fed a double dose.

This stuff could be taken multiple times to enhance effects, but subsequent improvements would become less and less, and typically a Tempestus Scion only needed 2 to 3 doses.

Still, Huron didn't care about that; anyway, it literally fell from the sky like a big wind, so he might as well let them eat it.

System: I have no objections.

However, if other nobles were to see this operation, they would probably be heartbroken and filled with indignation.

Not to mention the expensive and extremely difficult-to-acquire Gene-seed, even the inexpensive vitamin pills were solid, tangible resources.

Brilliant white vitamin pills were just scattered like that to the underhive wretches—such a sin!

Underpinned by the vitamin pills, the efficiency of the entire project had remained within a relatively high bracket.

Otherwise, even with the system bolstering their work enthusiasm, it couldn't change the actual physical wear and tear on the human body.

In fact, under the high-intensity physical labor and the treatment of high-efficiency vitamin pills, many people's bodies actually grew increasingly robust instead.

One could only say that technology and ruthless additives were truly nourishing.

Time passed. A month later, the reaction zone of the Super-large Starch Factory was mostly built, and because the equipment was all readymade, trial operations had already begun.

Meanwhile, the energy zone, feeding zone, control zone, and the transport channels between them were under fiery construction.

As for Old John, who had always been conscientious and diligent, he was called into the management office for an interrogation.

"Become the Lord Angel's servant? Me... me?" Old John asked, pleasantly surprised yet somewhat apprehensive as he looked at the management personnel before him.

The administrative personnel had just told him that after evaluation, he could become a member of the "Chapter Auxiliary" to undergo training.

He didn't know what a "Chapter Auxiliary" was, but he understood that this was an organization managed by the angels. Not only would he frequently see the angels, but there was even a possibility of becoming an angel himself!

Yet he didn't understand what was special about him that could catch the Lord Angel's eye.

If it was hard work, the hundred-odd people in his team worked just as hard, and other teams were much the same; if it was achievements, people who could shoulder more than him were everywhere, and some were practically miniature Ogryns, lifting a ton of objects without changing their expressions.

Seeing him so nervous, the administrative staff reassured him: "If you really can't figure it out, just chalk it up to luck. We'll continue selections later on; you just got lucky and were chosen in the first batch."

"Then... then what will I need to do when the time comes?" Seeing that the management personnel was so amiable, Old John also relaxed and grew a bit curious.

The management personnel thought about the Chapter's orders: "Probably do jobs pretty similar to mine."

Scared out of his wits, Old John dropped to his knees with a thud, only to be yanked straight back up by a firm grip from the administrative personnel: "What kind of madness are you having?"

"L-Lord, can I become a person like you?" Old John's voice trembled slightly.

This was the biggest official he had ever laid eyes on in his entire life; not only could he command a PDF Regiment, but he could also chat and laugh with Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-Priests, and Old John had even seen him accompany the Lord Angel to inspect the construction site.

The administrative personnel understood then, and left somewhat speechless: "The work I do is all grueling labor; you'll find out when the time comes."

Heaven is my witness, he was originally a captain of an artillery battery among the chapter servants, but when Odinson saw that the army currently had no tasks and happened to need people, he dragged him over to handle administrative chores.

Right now, he was wishing nothing more than for this bunch to hurry up and start working so he could return to his original post.

Especially since he heard that the Chapter Master was going to reorganize the chapter servants, he would probably be able to secure a promotion soon, or even become an Astartes Reserve.