Do It Yourself and Have Plenty to Eat

"Trazyn? You went to the Food Street again?"

"Yes, life is all about experiencing its vibrant colors and excitement, otherwise, what's the point of living?"

In fact, Trazyn spent half a month in the Food Street and ate his way through the entire Food Street.

Han Mingxuan can attest to this, because this guy emptied his wallet.

I remember it was about two weeks ago, not long after Trazyn had gained control of his body.

"Old Han, do you still have any money?"

"Money? You think you can get any money by selling me? I'm penniless right now."

Han Mingxuan stared at Trazyn with a dark expression.

This endless, enormous stomach.

Calling him an inexhaustible stomach is no joke.

His appetite is truly inexhaustible.

"Lao Xin, sometimes I suspect you're Tyranids."

"No, how could that be? I'm just in good health and have a good appetite, nothing else."

"Fine, whatever you want. But I'm completely broke now, so figure it out yourself."

This stumped Trazyn; he didn't have any money either.

No, wait, no, that's not right.

I don't have it myself, but my collection does.

"I've got an idea!"

"Please, please don't let it be some bad idea."

"No, how could it be a bad idea? My method makes money quickly, and it's all my own money."

My own money?

"You don't seem to have any property here, do you?"

"Just wait and see."

After saying this, Trazyn left with a mysterious smile and returned to Solemnace.

When he returned, everyone in Solemnace stared at him intently.

"Sir, are you... happy with your life?"

"I'm so happy, incredibly happy! You wouldn't believe it, the feeling of being alive is truly precious."

"Then... then we..."

"Don't panic. Right now, our most esteemed ally has limited abilities and can only Resurrection a few of our people. But given time, he will surely Resurrection all of us."

"Hope is at hand, and the future holds promise."

"My lord, what brings you back this time...?"

"Let me take a look at my collection."

Upon arriving at his museum, Trazyn brought out all his living "collections".

Those who were dead, and those who had valuables on them, were also taken out.

"Xenos, what are you doing!" This was a sage from the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Hand over your valuables.

"What?"

"Hand over all your valuables."

Seeing that these guys weren't making a move, Trazyn decided to take matters into his own hands.

Swish!!

"Xenos! You're insulting me!"

"Enough with the nonsense, just hand over your valuables."

What followed was a change in the previously quiet museum, with occasional curses and Trazyn's voice as he estimated the value of the artifacts.

"Alright, it seems like this should be enough to buy that Food Street."

"Old Han is right about something: self-reliance leads to abundance. We still have to get moving."

With his money and valuables secured, Trazyn began indulging in a lavish spending spree on Nostramo's Food Street.

"Is Trazyn the same as always today?"

"That's right, let's start with ten bowls of noodles to whet our appetites."

"It's all ready, please enjoy."

They used to be shocked by how Trazyn was eaten, but not at all now.

Because I've completely gotten used to it.

Of course, this was just an appetizer.

He then started eating at each of the shops on the street, beginning with the first one he saw.

They ate from the afternoon until closing time in the evening.

"I'm sorry, Trazyn, we're closed today, but we've prepared everything you requested in advance."

"Okay, then I'll take it all with me."

Carrying large and small bags, Trazyn returned to his residence.

After returning home, Trazyn continued to feast.

They ate from dinner time until the Nostramo blackout period.

However, this posed no challenge to the Necron Overlord.

He has his own artificial light source.

Turn on the light, then continue eating.

When Han Mingxuan got up to use the bathroom at night, he saw that the light in Trazyn's room was still on, so he went to take a look.

Then he was dumbfounded.

Trazyn's house was filled with all sorts of food, reaching all the way to the roof.

And he was taking more food out as he ate.

If he hadn't increased the Planet's agricultural productivity, there really wouldn't be enough for him to eat.

Forget it, let him eat it. He hasn't tasted anything for tens of millions of years, so his retaliatory craving is understandable.

Clang.

When Han Mingxuan finished relieving himself and went back to sleep, he heard a series of noises.

The sound was coming from the study.

When I went inside and turned on the light, I saw that someone had opened the window, and the wind blowing in had knocked the sword that was originally on the shelf to the ground.

"Looks like I've really been using my brain too much; I even forgot to close the window before I left."

Han Mingxuan closed the window and went back to his room to sleep, while Trazyn continued eating, and the window remained open.

The days that followed remained the same: Han Mingxuan's daily routine, Trazyn's daily routine of eating and drinking.

Half a month later, Han Mingxuan received a document.

It's the approval document from the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Besides the Adeptus Mechanicus's approval, there was also an Imperium document, written in Malcador's own handwriting.

"Sigh, I've been here for several years now, and things are finally on track. Warhammer, the stage for the gods is about to begin."

After reading the documents, Han Mingxuan summoned the Archmagos Angrak and Herbert.

"A gentleman will die for his confidant; Father of Night, we cannot allow our Planet to stagnate for our own selfish reasons."

"Haha, I never expected this! I just finished eating and there are still jokes to hear."

"Don't worry about the Planet's development; you don't need to concern yourself with the rest."

"Regarding the Planet's technological development, there's nothing to worry about with Trazyn around. As for those Adeptus Mechanicus guys, let them play with their Sacred Oil."

"That's right, this entire galaxy is the result of our hard work, and we can't let those guys who only know how to kowtow to Iron Thing ruin it."

Listening to Han Mingxuan and Trazyn's back-and-forth conversation, both of them understood that they no longer needed to worry about the troubles caused by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"I am deeply grateful," said Angrak.

You're exaggerating.

Afterwards, the others said goodbye to Han Mingxuan and went their separate ways, leaving only Trazyn and Han Mingxuan alone.

"How have you been lately?" Han Mingxuan asked.

"Not bad, no, to be precise, it's never been this good."

"Old Han, you have no idea..."

"I know."

"You know? What do you know?"

"I know you spent half a month eating and drinking all night long just to enjoy the feeling of being alive."

"You're notorious throughout Nostramo for your insatiable appetite. If it weren't for your ridiculously advanced technology, I reckon the Slaanesh would have already come after you."