Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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At least he had a global reputation, and after being confirmed on the list, he was allowed to arrive in Barbarossa while working on a merchant ship to save up for a ticket home.

To be honest, his companions were all nobles from wealthy worlds, most of whom owned their own ships. It was impossible for him not to feel intimidated among them.

The true master of Barbarus has not yet arrived, and time is passing in waiting. His companions are either talking with the red-robed automaton (he now knows that it is the sage), searching for talented people in human settlements, or doing business with visitors from other worlds.

Him? He originally planned to go to work. He had inquired and found that there were quite a few jobs that needed labor here. After all, he was a person who survived in the world of death, and aside from other things, he still had strength.

But he was stopped by Lord Fowler.

Lord Fowler was a large, smiling man who, in the days before the Death Guard arrived, was responsible for coordinating with the silent Space Marines.

I heard that Lord Fowler was personally selected by the Death Guard's management. He is a very capable person and often changes the subject when several hives are representing the Martians.

He originally planned to ask Lord Fowler to apply for a temporary residence permit for Planet 5 so he could go to work, but Fowler looked at him with a smile for a while and asked him why he wanted to go to Planet 5.

"Go make money," he answered truthfully. He already had enough for the boat ticket. He had his eye on a rock-pressing water technology being sold by a mechanical sage, which they needed there.

He licked his lips; it was really dry there.

How do you make money?

"work to earn a living."

As if he had heard a funny joke, Fowler's eyes widened and he burst into laughter, his face contorting with mirth.

"That's hilarious, young man. You're from the world of the dead, aren't you? Let me give you a piece of my mind."

Fowler lowered his voice.

"Did you see those female representatives from the Nest City? Of course, male representatives will do too. Just go and chat with them, make them happy, and even a little bit of money slipped between your fingers could be enough to buy you a boat. If you go to work, you'll never save enough money."

"Come here, come closer, let me tell you how to do it. I know them all too well, and I love idiots like you. If it weren't for the fact that I'm not bad-looking myself..."

That day, his worldview was reshaped.

The good news is that he reached a deal with the sage and also got himself a decent set of clothes.

After that, he cut off all contact with those people. He had done everything he could for his world. He decided to go back to work; he couldn't take it anymore.

Although he has little money, he already has what his world lacks most; he can take his time with the rest.

But before he could set off, the Death Guard returned, and the Lord of Death demanded to meet with a representative from each world.

He hesitated whether to run away quickly. Given his appearance and the state of his planet, would the Lord of Death scold such lowly beings as them?

Moreover, I've heard that the Death Guard is very strict, and the Lord of Death only favors true heroes.

He thought about what he had done upon arriving in Barbarossa and decided that it was better to run away.

But Lord Fowler approached him again, speaking to him breathlessly in a whisper.

"Listen carefully, if the Legion Commander is here, just say you're from the World of Death. Tell the truth, don't lie. But be careful, there's usually a Commander following the Legion Commander. Once the Legion Commander leaves, if the Commander asks you questions, tell him about your experiences on Barbarus, but never mention it in front of the Legion Commander."

He opened his eyes wide.

"Wait, why are you helping me, Lord Fowler?"

Fowler flicked his handkerchief at him and said casually.

“You guys who come from small towns, that’s how you think. I know you have a world behind you, so why don’t you learn to be smarter instead of just thinking about working?”

"This isn't a story of starting from scratch. Let me tell you, the Death Guard has far more power than anyone you've ever met. They're an absolute force!"

"A single word from a powerful figure can determine the fate of a planet."

"If you can match their preferences and provide them with value, they can change your entire world!"

Fowler gave him a meaningful look, then walked away.

"That clueless guy," Fowler thought. "That man represents the closest circle of death in Barbarossa. If the legion commander doesn't take a liking to him, who else would he take a liking to?"

It's a pity this guy didn't even bother to find out the legion commander's preferences, and didn't know how to use his identity. Tsk tsk tsk, people from the world of death are just so stubborn.

To put it bluntly, the Death Guard is quite stubborn, but thankfully Lord Hades isn't that kind of person.

He entered the hall.

Representatives from all the planets they had met in the past had gathered here, but instead of loud boasting, everyone was whispering in a wavering anxiety, exchanging as much information as they could.

Two tall death guards stood at the doorway to the inner chamber that connected to the hall. People came out from there from time to time, and then others were called in. They called people in according to the names of the planets.

Some people walked out of the door almost completely exhausted, while others walked out trembling violently, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

The remaining survivors watched them with trepidation, imagining what they would face next. Some even wanted to leave immediately, but were politely stopped by Fowler at the hall door.

People stared at the door leading to the inner room as if blood was seeping out from it.

He quietly took a glass of wine, sat in a secluded corner, and anxiously awaited the impending trial.

“Eunice Cui”.

Finally, it was his turn. He took another deep breath, stepped through the door, and brushed past the sobbing departing man.

"Hello, don't be nervous. You're a representative from Eunice Triumph, right?"

Unexpectedly, at the other end of the door was a long corridor, where a warrior taller than the other Death Guards was smiling at him; half of the man's head was covered in grotesque metal and scars.

"Yes, sir."

He answered hastily, then followed the adults along the corridor.

"I see that you come from the world of the dead, and you also represent the three human worlds around you, is that right?"

He nodded frantically, afraid that if he was even a little too late, Lord Fowler's words would have been forgotten.

"I am Hades, the commander of the Death Guard. Relax, relax, my friends, you are all a bit too tense."

The sound of their footsteps echoed slowly down the corridor.

"Can you tell me, what do you hope to achieve by representing these four worlds in Barbarossa?"

This question caught him.

For a long time, coming to Barbarossa was just a vague concept. His people saw him off on the ship without telling him what to do, as if the idea just came to him once he arrived in Barbarossa.

In fact, once he arrived in Barbarus and saw the sages' equipment, the idea did indeed come to him on its own, but after that...

“I hadn’t thought about that, sir.”

Hades raised an eyebrow. This was the first representative of the world of death they had met. Couldn't they just throw a trump card at him right from the start?

Mortarion's mood had been completely worn down during his conversation with the representative of the Hive, which is why Hades called in a representative from the world of the dead to ease the tension.

"So what have you done since you came to Barbaros?"

"Save money to buy a ticket back home and the technology to extract water from rocks."

This is getting interesting, Hades thought.

"Water extracted from rocks, is your world a planet covered in rocks?"

"Yes, sir, over there."

Hades slowly coaxed the nervous representative to speak. Compared to the other representatives from the Nest City, this man's words were noticeably more direct and less veiled.

Of course, those nests represent that no matter how much they embellish their language, they will have to reveal everything in front of Mortarion in a moment.

Then, terrified, they were led out by Hades, who took the opportunity to extract more information and guide their thoughts.

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Today's meeting was just a preliminary assessment. Based on today's intelligence, we will then categorize and negotiate with these representatives.

While pondering the conversations of the previous representatives, Hades calmly guided the man to speak. This representative from Eunice Triumph would probably be categorized as a recruitment negotiator by the Death Guard.

Compared to the despicable Hades, he answered the adults' questions haltingly, telling the commander about the situation there in detail.

It was difficult for them to survive there, and he wanted to say more so that the adults would realize their hardships and perhaps be inspired to offer some assistance to his planet.

But he couldn't help but boast about the wisdom and resilience of the people there, who had survived in that godforsaken place and achieved something, even if, in their eyes, it was nothing more than a mud fortress.

He talked and talked, and even seemed to get a little carried away. He seemed to miss home, but Lord Hades suddenly stopped and stared at him with bright eyes.

There was another door in front of them.

"You are about to face the Legion Commander. Relax, he will be satisfied with you."

Hades smiled gently at him and then opened the door for him.

Behind that door was a turning point in his life, and also a turning point in the fate of his hometown.

The Lord of Death stared at him with great interest.

Lord Fowler is right, but Lord Fowler is also wrong.

His past, the past of his home planet, and their courage to persevere are the greatest sources of their confidence in achieving what they have today.

Yes, there is a code.

This chapter is 5 words long!

Damn it, I need to finish this farming story quickly... Ugh, how come I'm writing more and more?

Chapter 271 Performs an Ascension Skill for Everyone on the Spot

The coordination with the various planets went relatively smoothly, and under the pressure of the Death Guard, no one dared to lie.

The agreement reached afterward needs to be reconsidered.

This experience has shown Mortarion the diversity of the human species. Regardless of the personal lives and morals of these representatives, their abilities as representatives sent to Barbaros are still acceptable.

After all, they are talented individuals representing a vast world; the ruler would not send out an incompetent person.

At least Mortalian's stereotypes about management have been lessened.

Among these representatives, there were quite a few who impressed Hades; they were eloquent and quick-witted, which made it easier for him to communicate with them.

Among them, the wealthy Lawantia hive world wishes to remain neutral but is willing to sign a trade agreement with the Death Guard, take the initiative to be responsible for a portion of the Death Guard's supplies, and send people to be stationed on Barbaros long-term to coordinate the two sides.

Targos, who has just experienced the Greenskins' baptism, hopes for direct leadership of the Death Guard. Without external help, this world, which has just been ravaged by the Greenskins, may find it difficult to regain its former glory.

The worlds below are essentially either of these two types: pay some resources in exchange for the stability of this star system and the military protection of the Death Guard; or hope to directly attach themselves to the Death Guard and develop by relying on the Legion's resources and power.

For the former, Hades sent Vox to negotiate, while for the latter, Hades sent Garo, a combat company commander who could distinguish which worlds were of value.

Hades also summoned Fowler's group of mortal administrators and the Death Guards who studied social management, to have them support Vox and Garo.

Of course, there is another type of world that meets the recruitment standards of the Death Guard. The negotiations concerning these worlds were naturally handled by Mortalian himself. Mortalian seemed to be having a great time talking with the representatives from those death worlds. He pulled up a small stool, called over Sines from Galaspa, and they started chatting away.

It seems that everything is fine now, since Mortarion has taken care of Barbarus's affairs, and Hades can now do as he pleases.

But in reality, Hades will be the busiest one.

Because—Hades looked up, staring at the faintly visible casting satellite.

He swallowed hard; it was time to visit those tech geeks.

"Praise be to Om Messiah!!!"

As the binary hymn played, countless sages clad in scarlet robes led the way. On both sides of the road, towering factories rose from the ground, far larger than before. As far as the eye could see, prosperity and wealth seemed to drip like dewdrops on leaves.

Everything is fine—it would be even better if that church in the far distance were removed.

Hades listened to the sages' praises with a blank expression, following the procession forward, his mind already numb.

Fortunately, they were chanting "Om Messiah," otherwise, given the intensity of their faith and the organized, disciplined, and committed nature of their prayers, Hades might have given them an on-the-spot ascension.

Hades was once again relieved that he had brought Kirkland under control and kept that damned Hades worship to a small scale.

Most of these sages were seduced by the power of Hades the Void Dragon in the videos circulating at the time, and also by their own frustrations in the main forging world, so they came to the forging satellite of Barbarus.

Originally, it was nothing, but then Hades cleared the Barbarus poison mist and performed a miracle in front of everyone, causing the sages who were observing at close range to have to pass a sanity check again. Then, predictably, they failed and their fanaticism level increased by 1.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be so bad, since most steadfast beliefs can't withstand the test of time. But what's truly infuriating is that Hades later opened up the Barbarus star system, attracting nearby worlds and allowing these tech enthusiasts to make a massive, tangible fortune.

And everything was due to Haddis's policies.

Now their interests are inextricably linked, so any explanation Hades gives is futile.

The sages who crowded the streets loudly praised Om Messiah. Look at them! From poor people who left their homes, they have become powerful people who hold many resources in their hands!

Anyone who dares to question Hades is questioning the money—no, the faith—of the Mint Sages!

The more luxurious and beautiful the buildings on the Minet became compared to their previous shabby state, the more heartbroken Hades became, because he knew that every coin swindled by the sage would be regarded as a manifestation of his "divine intervention".

Hades appears calm on the surface, but is actually suffering inside behind his mask.