Warhammer: Empire Reboot

This is one of the few areas on the main planet of Vision Enclave that still has a sense of life.

The Titanium Family store is more like a service hub, selling tools, clothing, nutritional supplements, personal accessories, and small home drones. Each item is labeled with its purpose, materials, ration level, and recommended user group.

Qianxian walked to a jewelry store, picked up a blue and white earring, and turned it around under the light.

The shop owner is a tall, slender man surnamed Shui.

"This piece of jewelry is suitable for formal meeting occasions; its curved design symbolizes open communication and trust within a group."

Qianxian placed the earrings on the side of her face.

"If I wear this into a room, will everyone look at me first?"

The shop owner thought about it.

"Its design aims to allow the wearer to blend into formal occasions, rather than attract excessive attention. If you need to indicate rank or status, we have the diplomatic insignia series..."

“I don’t want to fit in.” Qianxian put down her earring. “Do you have something that, when you wear it, makes people forget everyone else in the room?”

The shop owner thought about it for a moment.

"The effect you described is closer to the functional definition of a commander-level insignia, but its distribution requires authorization from the Fire Clan..."

“You’ve misunderstood.” Qianxian took a step forward, her fingers tracing the edge of the counter. “I don’t want a symbol of power. What I want is… when I walk past someone, their heart suddenly feels empty.”

The shop owner is carefully trying to understand this need.

Shui's professional instincts led him to try to translate the client's words into actionable solutions.

"You might be referring to keepsakes for intimate relationships. We have a couples' keepsake series, which are chosen jointly by both partners..."

Qianxian sighed and put the earrings back.

At that moment, Ash walked over.

She picked up another earring from the counter; it had only an arc and a small blue dot.

"You designed this one yourself."

The shop owner was taken aback.

Ash twirled her earring, and the light sparkled on her fingertips.

“All the other jewelry on the counter are standard templates, but this one has an extra asymmetrical bend at the end of its curved shape.”

The skin on the side of the shop owner's ear was a little darker.

“You have a very keen eye. This is my… personal attempt, made from leftover materials.”

Being seen is Shui's most hidden desire.

Ash gently stroked the asymmetrical bend with his thumb.

"If there were no aesthetic assessments, no allocation levels, and no recommended user groups, what kind of thing would you want to make?"

The shop owner's pupils dilated.

Qianxian held her breath beside her.

She tasted it; it was a long-suppressed, secret desire for expression that even its owner dared not confront.

Ash's lips were about to curl into a smile.

The shop owner lowered his head and pressed the notification button next to the counter.

"I suggest you go to a public mental health counseling center."

Ash's expression froze.

The shop owner pulled a location map from the printer, handed it over with both hands, and spoke sincerely.

"Many citizens experienced unusual emotional fluctuations after the war, including an excessive sense of closeness to strangers. This is not your fault. For the stability of the community, we encourage proactive reporting."

He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

“I also have a counseling appointment scheduled for next week. Thank you for reminding me that the earring really shouldn’t have been on the counter.”

He took the private piece from the counter and put it in the drawer.

Ash was holding the location map for psychological counseling in her hand.

She had just pinpointed the deepest crack in the soul of a male member of the Shui clan, carefully pried it open, and then the man himself welded the crack shut, even thanking her for helping him discover the hidden danger.

Ash suppressed the purple flames emanating from her fingertips.

"Thank you."

The shop owner breathed a sigh of relief, his expression gentle.

May you find your balance again.

After leaving the shop, Qianxian finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She leaned against the wall, laughing so hard that her hoof-shaped disguised feet were slipping.

"Balance, Ash, he wishes you balance."

Ash crumpled the map of the information center locations into a ball.

“I want to peel open his soul and see if it is also divided into four castes.”

"Master forbids it."

"I know."

"So you can only take his advice and go queue up for consultation. Maybe the psychologist will ask you: Please describe your abnormal emotions and whether they have affected your work efficiency?"

Ash stared at her: "Say one more word and I'll tell the master that you just tried to seduce a female technician from the Tu clan who repairs water pumps, but were rejected by a set of data."

Qianxian immediately fell silent: "That's because the ingredients are of very poor quality."

The two great demons were quiet for a while.

Below, a group of Titan larvae emerged from the education center.

The instructor leading the team squatted down and pointed to the notice screen to explain the ceasefire terms and temporary security rules.

The larvae quickly lined up again, holding hands as they headed towards the distribution point.

Qianxian watched this scene unfold.

"Even the young are taught to be so neat."

“Master will like it,” Ash said.

"The master likes order."

"The master also likes things that are usable, and these blue-skinned animals are very usable."

Qianxian sighed and jumped down from the railing.

The Titanium Clan disguise on his body began to fade.

His bluish-gray skin gradually returned to a pale color with a hint of ecstasy, his breathing slits rose back to form the bridge of his nose, and the purple hue in his eyes intensified again.

Ash also reverted to her original form as a purple-haired human woman.

Qianxian took a deep breath.

"Finally, it has a nose."

Ash glanced at her: "You looked more suited to fixing water pumps."

"You'd be perfect as a poster for a mental health counseling center, with the title: Abnormal Emotions? Please Report Them."

Ash narrowed his eyes, and Qianxian immediately raised his hand.

"Stop, we should go and report to our master."

Qianxian took one last look at the well-organized, blue-skinned city below.

"No profit in it."

"It tastes bad."

The two great demons turned around at the same time and walked towards the imperial territory.

…………

The ground of the third test site was divided into twelve blocks.

The outermost layer is an explosion-proof isolation wall, the middle layer is a mobile firing range, and the innermost layer is a vast gray-white wasteland with the ground paved with high-temperature resistant ceramic plates.

Lawson stood on the observation platform, while O'Showa stood on the other side.

The first to appear were three XV8 Crisis Combat Suit units.

The backbone of the Fire Clan's combat suit system.

Three mobile suits slid out of the maintenance hangar, their thrusters ignited, and their dorsal thrusters forced out short bursts of blue flame.

The attachments vary: twin plasma rifles, missile bays with explosive cannons, and fusion guns with shield generators.

The technical director of the Tushi explained via the channel: "The advantage of the XV8 lies in its modularity. Different mounts correspond to different tasks, and they can be replaced in the front-line maintenance nest."

Lawson looked at the field.

"start."

A member of the White Tiger Regiment entered the center of the firing range.

Carrying a refractive field shield, but without weapons.

Three XV8s took off simultaneously, creating a triangular distance between them.

One device suppresses heat from a high position, another bypasses it at low altitude, and a third uses a moving wall to shield the heat source.

The missiles were launched first, followed by dozens of miniature missiles that swept toward the target from different angles. The plasma rifles followed closely behind, while the fusion guns maintained firing windows, waiting for the shield to be forced open.

Lawson nodded.

The Huo family is not bad.

They know how to compress the target's movement space, force a defensive posture with cheap firepower, and then save the real damage for the second shot.

White Tiger Warriors advance.

The shield deflected, the shoulder armor pressed down, and the left foot stepped into the gap between the plates, avoiding the missile convergence point with minimal movement.