Qin Yun focused on checking the equipment he had obtained and the skills he had improved.
The first piece of equipment he examined was the bolt pistol obtained from Pascal Hanemann.
He noticed the gun's grip was plated with a matte chrome-gold that resembled fine bone carving.
It was decorated on both sides with a double-headed eagle and an engraved human skull, respectively.
On either side of the barrel, there was a line of small gilded text.
'Loyalty is its own reward; Death is salvation.'
A golden light screen appeared, introducing the story of this bolt pistol to Qin Yun.
[Name: Locke-Pattern Boltgun.
Description: A commonly used boltgun in the Imperium, possessing immense power. Upon hitting a target, it generates an explosion, causing secondary damage to the enemy.
Awarded to the first ancestor of the Hanemann family for their merits, it has been passed down as a relic since the family's establishment.
The loyal faith of the Hanemann family through generations is condensed within this boltgun.
When firing, there is a certain probability of inflicting critical damage on the target.
"If you don't want the Machine Spirit to go on strike during combat, daily maintenance is essential."]
"May you find peace."
Stroking the boltgun in his hand, Qin Yun mourned silently for Captain Pascal Hanemann.
A loyal soul had returned to the Throne.
Qin Yun also mourned for every deceased person on this ship.
They were all loyal servants of the Imperium.
They had fought fiercely against the Black Legion at the edge of the Eye of Terror, at the Fortress World of Cadia.
If not for the accident of the Gellar Field failing, they would certainly have continued fighting in the name of the Imperium until their last drop of blood was shed.
"How much sacrifice must humanity make to attain true salvation?"
Qin Yun placed the bolt pistol back into the holster on his hip, drew the power sword, and examined it.
[Name: Departmento Munitorum Standard-Issue Power Sword
Description: A power weapon forged by Mars under commission from the Departmento Munitorum, typically issued to officers holding high-ranking positions.
When the disruption field is activated, the blade becomes exceptionally sharp, capable of easily cutting through armor and steel.
"The heads of heretics are like butter before it."]
The power sword was a valuable piece of personal melee weaponry.
Only a few forge worlds preserved the relevant manufacturing technology.
When activated, a power sword usually has a faint blue energy field covering the blade.
This energy field can produce a molecular disruption effect upon impact.
Qin Yun reached out and touched the cold blade.
With its help, the upcoming clearing operations would undoubtedly proceed more smoothly.
After putting away the power sword, Qin Yun checked his skills.
[Skill: Throwing (Novice) upgraded to: Throwing (Proficient), Skill Learned: Single-handed Sword (Novice)]
The Throwing skill was learned when throwing grenades.
The higher the level, the more accurate the throw.
Single-handed Sword was mastered after using the power sword to kill enemies.
It seemed he needed to find time to practice swordsmanship, too.
In a corridor on the bridge.
Monkey and Dovahkiin were gathered around a disabled auto-turret.
"Are you sure it's fixed like this?"
Monkey, holding a screwdriver, fiddled with the complex circuitry.
Dovahkiin stood behind him, holding an instruction manual.
They were both students majoring in mechanical engineering.
Seeing this damaged auto-turret.
They wanted to see just how realistic this game was and if they could repair it.
"Definitely correct. The tech-priests still use binary for coding. The Imperium should use technological principles we're familiar with."
"Look, treat the Thinker's wetware as the processor, responsible for processing data and outputting commands. This is the servo motor, responsible for adjusting the left and right direction. This is the detector."
"..."
The human Imperium inherited its technology from STC templates of the Golden Age.
The scientists who designed the STC templates considered various situations human colonies might encounter on alien worlds.
They adopted foolproof operation and maintenance.
Which module is broken? Replace that one.
As for how it works, the user doesn't need to worry about it.
After some tinkering, Monkey and Dovahkiin actually managed to repair the auto-turret and even programmed it, slightly improving its efficiency.
Players who heard about this swarmed over.
Looking at the auto-turret constantly swiveling and detecting targets, they all widened their eyes.
"This works too?? This game is so amazing, I don't even know how to describe it!!"
"What's the difference between this and the real world?"
"I'm not well-read, all I can say is 'damn awesome'."
"..."
Qin Yun came over to inspect.
After confirming the auto-turret was truly operational again,
He was also somewhat shocked.
He never expected the players could give him such a pleasant surprise.
Encouragement, they must be encouraged.
Qin Yun turned around and announced something to the players.
"Players Monkey and Dovahkiin have repaired the turret. Each is rewarded with ten thousand Contribution Points."
The players immediately erupted in an uproar.
"You can get Contribution Points like that, too?"
"The game is so good. Here, taking the initiative to work really gets you rewards."
"I'm jealous. I need to call Mars immediately; someone here is defiling the sacred Machine Spirit."
"Brothers, let's grind! 996 isn't loyal enough anymore, we must go for 007."
"..."
Seeing Dovahkiin and Mashao Monkey receive rewards,
The players became full of drive, one after another.
Before Qin Yun even assigned tasks, they proactively looked for things to do.
Seeing the players so self-motivated, Qin Yun was also pleased and let them proceed.
Once they produced results, he directly issued rewards.
Around 6 PM.
Qin Yun opened the chat group interface on the control console.
Preparing to release the second batch of pre-registration slots.
At this time, the admin, Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night, was sharing the latest gains and strategies in the group.
Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night: "After exploration, we've discovered quite a few new things related to the next map and new gameplay."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "(JPG: Gnashing teeth), I haven't even gotten a slot yet? And you're already playing new content?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "The Regent is angry. The Regent will declare you heretics."
I Don't Wanna Be a Stinky Can: "A bowl of Grandfather's soup for you damned first-wave players!"
[Admin 'Outputs Slaanesh Ten Times a Night' has enabled group mute.]
Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night: "Let me finish first, then you can hate me with your jealous eyes (dog head emoji for self-preservation)."
"Last night, under the Guide's leadership, we reclaimed the command hall. There, we received a distress message from a member of House Valancius of Astroma Prime."
"The Astropath on the Imperial Glory is long dead. The fact that the comms system could still receive the distress message,"
"Means this message isn't an Astropathic message, but one acquired upon arriving in this star system. This means the new map is near the Imperial Glory."
"Let's talk about the new map's background. This House Valancius holds a Warrant of Trade signed by the Emperor Himself. Astroma Prime is their colony."
"Due to the expansion of the Eye of Terror, Chaos cultists revolted, triggering a large-scale rebellion. The situation is currently out of control."
"A Luna-class battleship requires thousands of people just to barely operate it."
"Besides that, we need to repair the hull and replenish supplies. So, after reclaiming the Imperial Glory, heading to Astroma Prime is an inevitable step."
"The Imperial Glory will resupply and recruit personnel at Astroma Prime, while also participating in the war on Astroma Prime, suppressing the local cultists, and restoring the God-Emperor's glory."
"As for whether we will help House Valancius, and how, is still unknown and requires more clues to analyze."
"Second, regarding new gameplay: two players relied on their knowledge to repair an auto-turret and received a reward of ten thousand Contribution Points each."
"This shows the game developers encourage us to explore more playstyles, not just killing monsters. We can also do base-building, take a logistics route."
"Players studying science majors are in for a boon. Building colossal constructs and wonders like the colossus, Dyson Spheres, and Halo Arrays isn't just a dream."
"That's all the gains from today's game. If there's any new intel, I'll update it ASAP."
[Admin 'Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night' has disabled group mute.]
Chosen Alpaca of God: "Envy, jealousy, hatred! I haven't even gotten to play, and you're already unlocking new features!!"
Manbun is the Mark of a True Badass: "Warrant of Trade signed by the Emperor? This House Valancius isn't simple."
Lost Krieger: "Seems like there's something fishy about this House Valancius. Holding an Emperor-signed Warrant, yet reduced to asking an unknown Luna-class battleship for help."
Dora is the True Omnissiah: "I can't take it anymore, I want to play too! I'm already addicted, desperately need a game slot for treatment."
"..."
Taking advantage of the heated discussion in the group, Qin Yun sent a message.
Corporate Drone Enslaved by the Emperor: "Game slots are ready. They will be posted in the group promptly at 7 PM. Friends who want them can click to pre-register."
As soon as the message was sent, the group became even livelier.
@ mentions for Qin Yun didn't stop.
Some even tried to add him as a friend, offering to buy a game slot with money.
Qin Yun ignored them all.
At 7 PM, he posted the pre-registration URL.
The 'Corporate Slave' group was full of Warhammer enthusiasts. After a day of discussion, Many group members had been waiting early.
The thirty pre-registration slots were snatched up in less than a minute.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No! Why didn't I get one!? The Despoiler has breached the Fortress World of Cadia, human civilization hangs by a thread, and the people of the Imperium need the great Regent to return! What you snatched wasn't a game qualification, but the hope of the Imperial people!"
Chosen Alpaca of God: "Haha, I got one!"
I Don't Wanna Be a Stinky Can: "Damn, my hands were too slow."
Manbun is the Mark of a True Badass: "Grabbing a pre-reg slot? Easy."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Angry.jpg"
University Dormitory.
Sun Yi had just arrived at his dorm when he found a package for him at the door.
Opening it, he almost screamed with excitement.
Inside was the Warhammer OL game helmet.
"Haha, it's here, finally here. Tonight, I'm going on a rampage."
Just then, his phone vibrated, a message popping up.
Zhao Ya: "I'm free tonight. Just went shopping with the girls. Come out later, let's have dinner together."
Sun Yi frowned.
This Zhao Ya was from the same university; their relationship was somewhat ambiguous.
Usually, they would go out for meals and such.
But it never progressed further.
And every time they ate, he paid.
"Should I go for dinner? After all, she invited me."
The next second.
Slap!
Sun Yi suddenly slapped himself.
"How can I delay my loyalty for a woman I haven't even gotten yet? The Emperor needs me!"
Sun Yi turned off his phone, put on the helmet, and welcomed his own Warhammer journey.