Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

Pain, chaos, noise, despair, madness.

In an instant, countless emotions flooded into Luo Ning's mind, making him lose his balance.

He crossed.

They were transported to the place in the entire universe where humanity should never have been: Warhammer 40, the 41st Millennium.

He was originally just an ordinary person in the 21st century. He graduated from university with a major in mechanical engineering, but after graduation, he only became an ordinary assembly line worker in a factory.

My usual leisure activities are playing games and browsing forums.

He knows all of them by heart, such as Hearts of Iron, Band of Brothers, Warhammer 40, and My New Life.

He was living a leisurely life when he had a stroke of good luck on his way to work one day.

As a white light flashed before his eyes, accompanied by a headache and tinnitus, he found himself in this place when he opened his eyes again.

In an instant, countless memories flooded his mind.

His planet was Vatos VII, located in the remote Valtok star system, a typical industrial city-state.

It was merely a remote arsenal on the Imperial star map, responsible for producing ammunition and light equipment for the Astragalus.

However, due to long-standing problems, rampant corruption, and outdated and absurd production methods, it failed to pay tithes for two consecutive periods.

And in three months, the imperial tax collectors will come again.

If the debts, including interest, could not be repaid by then, all the officials in the governor's office would be branded as traitors and burned at the stake.

He was the assistant to the governor of this planet, Carl Simmons.

He was standing next to the governor, while several officials standing in front of the desk were arguing with him.

Before Luo Ning could recover from the shock of his recent stroke of luck and the sudden flood of memories, he could only barely make out their incessant complaints, none of which were good news.

As the officials shook their heads and left, Governor Karl collapsed onto the table in despair.

"What are we going to do! I don't want to die!" he muttered, almost to himself. "We'll never be able to pay the tithes we owe, everyone will die! And they'll be burned alive!"

Luo Ning looked at him and couldn't help but sigh.

I just transmigrated here, and I'm already going to die? Or be burned to death? Or be burned to death in the world of Warhammer 40!

Looking at Governor Karl in front of him, although he was a time traveler, his memories were very clear.

Governor Karl was not a bad person. He was just an ordinary, middle-aged nobleman who cherished his life and had no ideals. He only wanted to keep his status and life and live a peaceful life. He had hardly done anything immoral.

In the Warhammer world, such a person can be considered an extremely kind person.

Unfortunately, his mediocrity became his biggest flaw. The Nest City world was already corrupt and decaying, and his takeover did not improve the situation; on the contrary, it worsened.

His subordinates even embezzled and engaged in corruption right under his nose, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

He lacked the ability to reform and was unwilling to take any risks. With two consecutive periods of insufficient tithes, he had no other recourse but to keep delaying the process by bribing tax officials.

Unfortunately, the Empire eventually discovered that this Nest City world was in arrears and has now issued an ultimatum.

Luo Ning's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but lament the injustice of fate in his heart.

When others transmigrate to another world, they awaken a cheat ability, obtain powerful items, and win over various beauties, living a carefree and happy life.

And he found himself transported to the world of Warhammer 40K, a world that was almost universally known in China as absolutely forbidden to travel to.

And what I faced was this same dead end again.

"Fate is unfair," Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh.

Governor Karl beside him also stood up at the same time, hugging Ronin and shaking him violently. "Yes! Fate is so unfair! What am I going to do, Ronin? I don't want to be burned to death!"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Luo Ning looked down at the middle-aged man in front of him, whose face was covered in snot and tears, and pushed him away while suppressing his disgust.

He casually picked up the thick stack of documents on the table, all of which were reports delivered by the group of officials earlier, each with an eye-catching title.

"The yield rate is too low!"

"The workers have mutinied again!"

"We've been robbed by space pirates! We've suffered heavy losses!"

"Two hundred thousand people died!"

"Only three months left until the tax officer arrives!"

Looking at these, Luo Ning felt dizzy. He forced himself to stay awake and opened the report that mentioned the yield rate problem.

"Governor? Why is the ammunition yield rate in our world less than 20%?" Looking at the alarming words on the report, Ronin couldn't help but ask.

Governor Karl scratched his head in despair. "How should I know? More importantly, the battles have been getting more and more intense lately, the space pirates are invading more and more frequently, and those damned lowlifes are always rebelling. We don't even have enough ammunition for ourselves, so where are we going to get the extra money to pay tithes?"

While listening to Governor Karl's useless complaints, Ronin quickly glanced at the report on the table.

He briefly summarized the current situation, stating that the most pressing issue to address is the factory's excessively low yield rate.

If this problem can be solved, then both the shortage of ammunition for soldiers in combat and the arrears in tithes should be resolved.

"The problem is, how can this be solved?" Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh.

"It's unsolvable! This mess has been rotting for thousands of years! We're all doomed, we'll all be burned at the stake." Governor Karl looked at him with teary eyes, slumped in his chair like a lump of mud.

Ronin racked his brains. Now that he had transmigrated to this world, he didn't want to die such a miserable death. After all, in the world of Warhammer, death did not mean the end; often, it was the beginning of something even more terrible.

Since a problem has arisen, we must find the root cause of the problem.

While he was thinking, he had already made up his mind.

"Your Excellency, I need to go to the factory." Ronin nodded politely to Karl.

Carl was taken aback. "What brilliant idea have you come up with?"

"I don't know yet." Ronin dodged Governor Karl's hug, which was once again mixed with tears and snot.

Stepping out of the office, it was a strange feeling. Even though it was my first time in this world, I understood everything perfectly.

With little effort, he boarded the time-traveling elevator and headed straight for the factory area in the middle level of the Nest City world.

As we descended into the clouds, the scenery outside changed visibly.

Gone was the azure sky; in its place was the murky air outside the window, and the dim light made him feel as if he had entered another world.

When the elevator doors opened again, the stale air was filled with the pungent smell of cooking oil, making him want to cough.

Accompanied by guards, Luo Ning entered a factory.

The moment the door opened, he froze.

Who would have thought that in Warhammer, a world of interstellar travel, space colonization, and the ability to turn an entire planet into glass with a single shot, factories would look like this?

The huge machine tools in the factory looked dilapidated and made a lot of noise every time they were run.

The place was crowded with workers, but they were all doing their own thing, without any order whatsoever.

The grinding wheel made a sharp, piercing sound, occasionally mixed with chaotic explosions.

The foreman cursed everyone around him, while the mechanical priests performed maintenance on the machine tools mostly through chanting and worship.

This is hardly a future world; it's more like a giant medieval black workshop.

Without standardized division of labor, assembly line operations, full-process quality control, and equipment maintenance standards, it would be strange if the yield rate were high in such a working environment!