Materialism

"Aha, I successfully restored an ancient relic. It doesn't seem entirely compatible, but it looks as though I can write some information into it. Hmm, a very unique storage method."

"The trials of ancient technology fill my thoughts. What is that buzzing sound?"

Iax was somewhat bewildered by the long string of inexplicable, unrelated content read from the Data Chip in his hand.

What was all this? A researcher's musings?

What did the ancient relic refer to?

The storage Data Chip?

After reading all the remaining information, Iax finally found something useful at the end.

"Following the guidance of the Machine God, I glimpsed a strange omen. An Ancient Construct will return to this chaotic universe. Unless handled appropriately, this may lead to an even greater catastrophe. Perhaps this is where this Data Chip is meant to serve its purpose."

Besides the text, there was a picture showing only a rough shape, its outline almost identical to his own.

Looking at this mystical nonsense, Iax carefully recalled the information he had obtained while speaking with the two Ultramarines earlier.

Someone or something had predicted his appearance. Some entity had entrusted the task to the Imperial Regent whose name was renowned throughout the universe, and the Victrix Guard leading the party had been personally dispatched by Guilliman to find him.

Someone had also given them this Data Chip, telling them it could serve as a token to gain his trust.

Yet Iax could not understand why a Quantum Storage Data Chip containing no useful information, and manufactured and repaired with such crude methods, should earn his trust.

Still, this did not matter to Iax. He did not care which group he accompanied on his journey.

But the historical materials the two Sages had provided during this time had made one