Accompanied by a golden light, Rex's breath instantly hitched, and his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand!
Trembling, he clicked open that golden card.
[Smart Memory Metal (Gold): You have obtained complete technical data regarding a special polymorphic alloy. After this metal is damaged, it can quickly restore itself to its original form or even reshape into a new configuration through simple external commands or preset programs. It is an extremely excellent universal material, and more importantly, its synthesis method is highly efficient, utilizing very common raw materials.]
[Reminder: Technical knowledge will be delivered to your hands through specific events during the simulation process.]
"Holy Throne!"
Rex could no longer hold back and jumped straight up from his chair!
Smart Memory Metal! Self-repairing and shape-shifting! Convenient synthesis! Common raw materials!
Isn't this the technology of the liquid metal T-1000 from the Terminator movies?!
Using this to pay the Tithe?
No, this is no longer just a matter of paying taxes!
This is the capital for Rex to establish his dynasty and even achieve meteoric success!
"Choose it! I must choose it!" Rex trembled all over with excitement.
With this, all problems would be easily solved!
He suppressed his excitement and looked at the remaining talents. Besides this Gold Talent, his luck this time seemed truly blessed by the Emperor; there was actually a Purple Talent as well.
[High Gothic Charisma (Purple): You are naturally gifted at dealing with people, knowing exactly what to say and what to do at the right time. Your words and actions can easily gain the favor and trust of others, especially when facing those who hold authority within the Imperium.]
Rex was stunned for a moment when he saw this talent.
If [Smart Memory Metal] is the hardware to break the deadlock, then this [High Gothic Charisma] is simply the perfect "software"!
In a place like the Imperium where bureaucracy runs rampant, having technology alone isn't enough; you have to know how to navigate the politics.
You have to know how to package this technology, how to make the High Lords' agents accept it, and how to prevent them from designating you as a threat or a heretek.
In the first simulation, it was precisely because he didn't understand this and tried to throw money at the problem that he died a miserable death.
"I want this too!"
Rex made his choice without hesitation.
[Gentle Butler (Purple)], [Smart Memory Metal (Gold)], [High Gothic Charisma (Purple)].
A top-tier attendant , a heaven-defying archeotech, and god-level social skills.
This lineup was simply luxurious to the point of extravagance!
"The general directive... remains survival." Rex calmed his emotions. Although the cards in his hand were infinitely better, the ultimate goal was still to survive the immediate threat.
[Talent selection complete. Simulation directive: Survival.]
[The second simulation officially begins!]
Rex's consciousness entered the simulation world once again.
[Day 1: The butler Tifa arrives as scheduled. Tifa locates the file regarding the abandoned destroyer warehouse, and you immediately dispatch the household guard.]
[The guards quickly confirm the existence of the Destroyer. But this time, you do not let them stop; instead, you issue a new order: "At all costs, search the interior of the ship for any form of cogitator banks, data-slates, or STC fragments!"]
Seeing this, Rex nodded with satisfaction. Yes, that's it clear goals, straight to the point!
[Beside the main logic-engine on the bridge of the Destroyer, your guards discover a forgotten data-slate. After emergency decryption by a Tech-adept, what is stored inside is precisely the complete manufacturing method and theoretical basis for 'Smart Memory Metal'!]
[You are ecstatic and immediately take this data to convene the Magos and technical overseers of all the manufactorums on the planet, ordering them to immediately drop all current work and begin trial production of this new material with the highest priority!]
[The planet's industrial machine begins to operate with unprecedented efficiency. Under Tifa's overall coordination, raw materials are quickly mobilized, and production lines are modified overnight.]
Rex watched all this nervously.
In reality, he would also have to take this step, and he prayed to the Omnissiah that everything would go smoothly.
[Day 2: As the Departmento Munitorum's massive black ship tears through the clouds and slowly lands at the starport in front of the Governor's Palace, the first batch of finished products a total of one kilogram of Smart Memory Metal rushed into your hands.]
[You hold that heavy metal box, your palms drenched in sweat. You walk toward the landing ramp and see a cold military officer, along with a Ministorum Priest beside him, dressed in black robes with the Imperial Aquila hanging on his chest.]
[You take a deep breath and go to meet them. You don't mention the Tithe payment first, but instead respectfully hand the metal box to the Tithe Master.]
["My Lord, this is a humble token of Planet Alice's devotion to the Holy Imperium."]
[The Tithe Master opens the box in confusion and sees the silver-shining metal. Before he can ask, you take the initiative to demonstrate the properties of the memory metal. You use a mono-knife to cut a deep scratch into the metal, and then, under everyone's gaze, that scratch slowly and perfectly heals itself.]
[The Tithe Master's eyes instantly widen.]
[But you don't give him a chance to speak; instead, you turn and say to that Ministorum Priest in an incomparably pious and fanatical tone: "Respected Father! All of this is the guidance of the God-Emperor! I received a revelation from Him on the Golden Throne in a dream, and He guided me to unearth this sacred knowledge from the Dark Age of Technology on this barren world! This is not my merit, but the Emperor's blessing, a rediscovery of ancient wisdom! I, Augustus Rex, am merely a humble vessel and servant, rededicating this glory to the Master of Mankind!"]
[At the same time, you quietly have a servitor hand the Tithe Master a heavy chest filled with the gold and silver you had scavenged.]
[The Master accepts your 'offering,' and his attitude undergoes a change...]
[On the other side, after hearing your words, the originally stern face of the Priest shows a moved expression. Attributing newly discovered technology to the God-Emperor is the most correct realization for a pious Imperial citizen.]
[With your emotionally charged performance and the boost from the 'High Gothic Charisma' talent, the atmosphere becomes completely different.]
[After learning that you failed to gather the full Tithe quota, the Priest does not fly into a rage as you feared. He consults in a low voice with the Tithe Master and then, representing the Ecclesiarchy and the Administratum, he announces his 'mercy' toward you.]
[He allows you to pay the Tithe with this technology.]
[The Imperium decides to grant you a grace period of three months. In these three months, you must achieve mass production of the Smart Memory Metal and prioritize its supply to the Astra Militarum regiments in the nearby sectors. In this way, you will pay off the Imperial Tithe you owe in installments.]
[You succeeded.]
[You survived.]
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