In the Lower Hive Hideout, Li Qinwu landed and immediately let out a delighted whoop.
"Duh~ duh~ duh-duh-duh-duh~"
He took the guns off his body, humming a little tune about getting to eat, and began sorting through the items.
This time, he had truly returned with a massive haul: seventeen homemade guns in good condition, twenty fully loaded magazines, and twenty homemade grenades, each packed with over eight hundred grams of explosives.
This haul had stuffed him full to the brim, making his eyes roll with bliss. Ignoring his physical exhaustion, he started cleaning the firearms.
The rebel soldiers had all used these guns. There was gunpowder residue in the barrels, and if he left them like that without cleaning them, they would corrode.
He disassembled the guns one by one, checked the condition of their parts, wiped away all the gun oil inside, and applied Holy Oil.
Once they were reassembled, Li Qinwu gave each gun a soft, fragrant little kiss, then set it aside to let the Machine Spirit within sleep soundly—if there was one inside, anyway.
He spent at least twenty minutes on every gun. It was quite laborious, but he enjoyed it, spending several hours cleaning them all.
After finishing the guns and using up one bottle of Holy Oil, he began working on the magazines.
He removed every bullet from the twenty magazines. Bullets could not stay loaded in magazines forever; over time, the springs might lose their function, leading to poor feeding and a greater risk of jamming.
After removing all the bullets, he made a small wooden box to store the magazines, then Li Qinwu began handling the grenades.
The rebels' grenade-making technology was not advanced, but they had crammed in an absurd amount of explosive. Each grenade weighed at least 1.5 kilograms and contained over eight hundred grams of explosives.
These damn things were not grenades at all—they were miniature explosive packs! They perfectly embodied Warhammer 40,000 weapon design, where bigger was better.
Grenades were easy to deal with. He only needed to unscrew the fuses from the bodies and store them separately. That way, he would not have to worry about a grenade suddenly exploding while he slept.
After doing all that, he yawned as drowsiness washed over him.
He simply roasted a few potatoes, took a bath, ate and drank his fill, then collapsed onto the bed.
Before his consciousness slipped into sleep, he checked his attributes.
Strength 14, Endurance 15, Energy 13. All of them had increased by one point.
Psychic Resistance 11, Psychic Proficiency 11.
It made sense for Psychic Resistance to increase. After being controlled by the Silent One for a while, of course it would rise. But why had Psychic Proficiency increased by a point too?
He wanted the Silent One to teach him Psychic Power, but he had no idea how that could actually be done.
The Psykers of this world seemed to all be born that way. In the Warhammer 40,000 stories Li Qinwu had read in his previous life, he did not recall anyone learning Psychic Power from scratch—only Psykers becoming stronger through study.
But when he looked at the attribute panel, Psychic Proficiency had increased by one point. What was going on? Had he been "contaminated" through contact with a Psyker?
He felt that if he wanted to use Psychic Power, he might need to raise both his Psychic Proficiency and Energy to a certain level.
As he thought, his mind drifted into slumber. Such fulfilling, uninhibited sleep—he wondered how many people in this world could enjoy it.
After waking up, eating, drinking, washing up, and taking care of everything in one go, he began checking the Hideout's production.
First came the Holy Wine he cared about most. The candle at the Emperor Shrine had already burned out, and the wine offered there had been "sanctified."
There was no visible difference on the outside, but the system description had changed.
Name: Holy Wine Value: In some people's eyes, it might be priceless. Durability: 10/10 (can be drunk 10 times) Effects: Mighty Sanctity: The power of the God-Emperor, Lord of Humanity, protects you. You will not lose your way, you will not be cowardly, evil cannot enter your body, Chaos cannot corrupt you, and humanity's light endures forever. Energy +10. Holy Aura: When you stand before some low-level Daemons and servants of Daemons, they will suffer intense pain. Even higher-level Daemons will feel uncomfortable. Duration: 24 hours.
The Holy Wine showed up in the system as a gold-tier consumable. A usable gold-tier consumable!
Li Qinwu whistled. Was this mass-produced mini-gold?
And its effects were damn amazing too! Especially Holy Aura—it could actually make Daemons uncomfortable!
The world of Warhammer 40,000 was one giant shit pit, and one of its biggest problems was that the Imperium could not deal with Daemons.
Now Li Qinwu could resist Daemons under certain circumstances. He had gained at least some ability to protect himself.
He stroked the wine bottle, his heart stirring. He really wanted to sell this thing!
Just look at the value assessment—it was a priceless treasure in some people's eyes!
Damn it, Old Li was not greedy. It did not have to be priceless. He would be satisfied with 100,000 Fertilizer Coupons.
But it was still the same problem: he had no channel to sell it through, and he could not protect it even if he did.
"Fuck! I'm sitting on a mountain of treasure and can't do a damn thing with it!!"
Li Qinwu paced back and forth, desperately hungry for strength!
But he truly had no idea what to do. He could only sigh repeatedly, wrap the Holy Wine in a piece of rag, and place it somewhere safe.
Afterward, he removed a bottle of wine from the Brewing Apparatus, put in potato sugar wine starter to produce the next bottle, then went to the Emperor Shrine, lit an incense candle, placed in the wine, and waited twenty-four hours for Holy Wine to come out.
After arranging the production, Li Qinwu took three bottles of Holy Oil, several High-Energy Drinks, and the mechanical key. He planned to make a second trip to the Water Pattern Monitoring Station and complete all the quests there.
But that crazy Silent One was a bit of a lunatic. Being controlled by his Psychic Suppression last time had felt awful. If he went there this time and the Silent One decided to capture him, that would be fucking miserable. He needed some insurance.
He ran all the way to Black Merchant Nipall's shop and asked Nipall, who was repairing a pile of junk, "Do you have any good ways to kill yourself?"
Well, Li Qinwu had come looking for a quick way to return to the warehouse. As long as he could kill himself at any time, no one in this world would be able to control him!
Black Merchant Nipall looked at him as though he were insane, pulled out a pistol, and pressed it against Li Qinwu's head.
Li Qinwu's face darkened.
"I mean a way to kill myself when someone has me under control and I can't move!"
Black Merchant Nipall scratched his scalp with the muzzle of the gun and spat out a single word.
"Yes. Little Knife, go get the thing in the second drawer of my room."
Before long, Little Knife came out carrying a small medicine bottle. He set it down and greeted Li Qinwu.
Black Merchant Nipall poured a thin, tiny pill from the bottle, its exterior wrapped in some sort of film.
"This is medicine specially made for expendable agents. Stick one against the inside of your teeth. If you want to return to the God-Emperor's embrace, just bite it open.
"Of course, if you do not even have the strength to bite it open, after twenty-four hours the capsule shell will dissolve in your saliva and release enough neurotoxin to poison ten people. By then, even the God-Emperor Himself will not be able to save you. It is extremely dangerous.
"So try not to put it in your mouth, and make sure to prevent accidental child ingestion."
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