Warhammer: Empire Reboot

From birth, a worker going down to the nest is taught one thing.

Pain is loyalty.

Exhaustion is atonement.

Hunger is a test.

Dying on duty is paying the price of one's existence for the emperor.

This system was ingrained in the bones of the nobility, the state church, labor unions, legal officials, and the military for thousands of years.

When Lawson forcibly reduced the daily working hours from sixteen to eighteen hours to twelve hours, many workers' first reaction was not happiness, but fear.

Their hands trembled as they carried the clean water.

When they receive the full amount of nutritional blocks, they will let the oldest person in the family try them first.

When they hear the shift change bell ring early, they stand by the machine, afraid to leave.

When they discovered that the recruitment office remained closed, some people even went to inquire whether they had missed registering.

Because in their experience, any benefit offered by a ruler is always followed by an even bigger debt.

Clean drinking water may be a sign of impending poisoning.

The food was plentiful, and it was likely their last meal before the war.

The shortened working hours may be to concentrate the population for unified conscription.

The closure of the defense force's recruitment office was what kept them up at night the most.

When the Empire encounters war, it doesn't conscript men, doesn't ration out, and doesn't stuff lower-class men and women into transport ships as cannon fodder. This in itself is already beyond their understanding of reality.

Lawson looked at the psychological fluctuation curve compiled by the Civil Affairs Department.

Fear – doubt – testing – brief obedience – continuous observation – cautious acceptance – and finally spontaneous prayer.

This curve is very interesting.

But it doesn't matter.

Lawson is more interested in another set of data.

Since taking over from the cornerstone sequence, the accident rate in the production of basic components for the Visarian Nest has decreased by 63 percent.

The average ore output of the Herlos-9 deep mine increased by 38 percent, and the number of new cases of lung injury among miners decreased by 71 percent.

After the reorganization of the Obolos III Corpse Disposal Guild, the number of plague transmission nodes decreased by 89%.

After being retrained using the foundation sequence, the response speed of the Castis-VI PDF was increased fourfold at the squad and platoon level.

The birth defect rate of newborns on the 318 planets has begun to decline.

Bone density, muscle repair speed, and nerve response stability are all slowly recovering among low-income workers.

Physical reality can overshadow psychological fluctuations.

High-quality carbohydrates, stable protein, clean drinking water, a 12-hour workday, basic sleep, and minimal medical maintenance are repairing the bodies of these ordinary laborers worn down by the old imperial system.

They'll get used to it eventually.

As long as Lawson is still around.

As long as the three-dimensional folded logistics hive of Agrippina main star is still operating.

As long as the stasis field continues to deliver food, water, medicine, weapons, mechanical parts, and foundational sequences to every planet.

These common people will not regress to the old days of living like pigs and dogs.

Lawson didn't need them to understand immediately.

All they need to do is survive, work, reproduce, and obey.

Time will complete the remaining modifications for him.

Six standard Terra months pass in the blink of an eye.

Castis-VI orbital perimeter.

The battle moon, with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, silently floats in the void.

The transformation project proceeded with ferocious industrial efficiency.

A massive amount of metal ore was thrown into a giant furnace on the surface of the moon.

The furnace's opening is larger than a city block, and its interior is filled with surging plasma flames that engulf ores, scrap ship armor, orc junk, old Red Pirate ship materials, and ship wrecks looted from the Great Vortex.

Tens of millions of machine servants move on the outer shell surface.

Fixed on a vacuum track, they operated plasma welding guns, riveting arms, and heavy-duty traction locks to rivet pieces of high-strength gold composite armor plates, some kilometers thick, onto the outer shell of the celestial body.

The old orc structure was cut off in sections.

Those crooked, scrap metal turrets, rough gears, oil-stained pipes, and haphazardly welded metal teeth were dismantled into materials by the T-series suicide soldiers.

The surface of the battle moon gradually transformed from a junk planet welded together by a green madman into a dark gray planetary fortress.

Twenty million clever scoundrels, selected by the system, became the lubricant for this planetary engine under the high-pressure rule of the little wrench.

They burrowed in and out of pipes and gears.

Clean up the waste, tighten the screws, and move the miniature parts.

They drilled into the gaps in the foundation sequence where their arms couldn't reach and welded the breaches.

Inspect the crude mechanisms within the lower-level orcish systems that cannot be fully converted to Imperial standards.

Little Wrench, dressed in the 2.2-meter-tall custom-made mech, patrolled back and forth on the upper level of the power bay.

Its communication channels were filled with insults.

"Number 13, the wheelchair team! You're too slow! If you slow down any further, we'll stuff you into the wheels as spacers!"

"You bunch of idiots on the left, turn the screws to the right! Right! I said right!"

"Hold!"

The WAAAGH! scrap provided by Lawson unleashed an execution capability in these alien laborers that far surpassed that of the Orcs.

Under the orc warlords, they worked with whips, fear, and instinct.

Under Lawson's control, they had a stable energy supply, fixed positions, and a leader like Little Wrench who was both ruthless and mechanically savage enough.

Efficiency actually increased.

The Greenskins are more capable under the Imperial system than under the Greenskin system.

However, Lawson knew very well that this did not mean they were trustworthy.

The Pit Elf Labor Nest is separated from the core area of ​​the Empire by three layers of explosion-proof gates, an automatic flame purification system, a cornerstone sequence guard, and T-series remote monitoring.

They can only do the dirtiest, most menial jobs.

They have no access to the fire control core, stasis anchor point, reactor main control console, and gravity whip command layer.

This celestial body is too big.

Even with the enormous workforce that Lawson has invested, it will still take several years to completely transform it into an interstellar fortress that meets Imperial physical standards and can carry out collision missions at sub-light speed.

Lawson wasn't in a hurry.

The internal restructuring of the Agrippina sector gave him the capital to wait.

Since taking over, he has invested a total of one billion foundational sequences into 318 planets.

The total number of administrative officials and law enforcement personnel in an ordinary nest-city world is often less than one-thousandth of the population.

Empires maintain their rule through fear, taxes, nobles, state religion, and inertia.

Lawson then used the managers as weapons, smashing them down.

The billion-stone sequence seeped into every crevice of the Agrippina sector like mercury spilling across the ground.

Transform the entire star sector into a single, solid plate.

No noble family could escape it.

No union can embezzle it.

No underbelly gang can continue to hide in the old pipelines collecting protection money.

Even grassroots churches of the state church were required to submit daily visitor records, reports of abnormal epidemics, and samples of suspicious prayers.

Lawson needs an administrative anchor to oversee the overall situation.

While the computing power of a theater-level swarm is enormous, it still requires a physical node to distribute government affairs and confirm instructions at the physical level.

So he mobilized Qingshan.

When Aoyama reappeared on the main planet Agrippina, he was wearing a dark administrative military uniform with no extra decorations on his epaulets.

His ability lies not in charging into battle, but in macro-level command and control.

He could compile all the information—granaries, railways, factories, population, gunpowder, famine, and rebellion—into a single list, and then calmly tell Lawson where to increase food supplies, where to kill people, where to relocate people, and where to burn down and rebuild.

Lawson officially appointed Aoyama as Governor of the Agrippina Sector.

The sector capital is located in the highest sanctuary on the main star Agrippina.

Green Mountain once again became a physical extension of Lawson's will, controlling the life and death of trillions of civilians and the flow of resources across 318 planets.

Below the sector governor is the planetary administrative management team.

The former governors of the 318 planets were executed or dismissed during the Great Takeover.

Lawson appointed 318 Cornerstone Order Death Knights to serve as the new governors of these planets.

In the early days of his appointment, he conducted a computational power simulation.

Should combat-series assassins with an equivalent enhanced version of the Imperial Guard physique be used to serve as planetary governors?

This allows for the maintenance of a stronger individual deterrent.

This also ensures that the governor himself has the ability to suppress rebellions on the battlefield.

The deduction was quickly overturned by Lawson.

No need.