Chapter 2700: Chapter 1827: Delayed Plan
Perhaps influenced by the awareness of civilization, what players are most dissatisfied with in the game is this "corpse starch."
Corpse starch, as the name suggests, is made from corpses. Of course, not all corpse starch is made from corpses, but indeed a portion of it is.
The raw materials come from abandoned biological components, old mecha servants, failed wetware modifications, and civilian corpses, which are crushed and then subjected to high-temperature acid hydrolysis, then pressed to produce corpse starch.
Players can accept this kind of corpse starch on the battlefield since there are records of people resorting to cannibalism when defending a city to the point of running out of ammunition and food in ancient times. Compared to this, corpse starch is only a scientific process, at least it seems like something legit. Of course, besides battlefields and famine-stricken worlds, most other places use chemical synthesis methods to manufacture corpse starch.
However, this chemically synthesized method is equally stomach-turning ——— it’s produced by refining and processing protactinium.
In terms players of this era could understand, like plastic, this food comes from the products refined from petrochemical processing.
Of course, don’t expect this stuff to look good, most of the time it looks like what you’d produce after a stomach upset, right in the toilet. The only benefit is that this thing has no taste, it’s bland and flavorless. But at least there’s nutritional content, as certified by the oil man.
So in this world, the lower class civilians mostly eat this stuff, only high-level individuals and noblemen are qualified to enjoy real food. This is also the part that players criticize greatly, in most people’s view, if you have to eat this stuff every day, no wonder the underclass rebels.
Emergency measures during battlefields or famines can be understood, but if you eat this stuff in daily life, it’s considered saintly not to join Chaos!
As for why the Imperial lower-class civilians can only eat this, the reason is simple, the Empire is too large, the population is too vast, and food supply cannot meet the demand. And why is the Empire’s population so huge, and place so large, yet supply insufficient? Because The Emperor’s ambitions stretch too far, his scope is too broad, and most importantly, he’s colluding with Chaos!
Indeed, this is why Duanmu Huai never shows The Emperor a kind face whenever he sees him; in his view, according to the Tribunal’s ban, The Emperor himself is the ultimate heretic!
Most players can’t comprehend The Emperor’s deals with Subspace Evil God to create Primordials, in their view, The Emperor shouldn’t have any entanglement or connection with Subspace. Besides, Primordials aren’t as useful as they seem.
Moreover, one thing that leaves many players critical is, as an immortal being who has witnessed humanity’s Golden Age and Iron Men rebellion, The Emperor must know what resources lie in which human territory. For instance, everyone knows which region in their country specializes in heavy industry, which in light industry, which is a granary, and where minerals are. Like in the Three Kingdoms, wars would set target priorities, first grasping those strategically important locations.
But The Emperor’s grand expedition looks magnificent yet its operation is somewhat aimless, looking like a complete mess.
The most worrying is definitely the Net Path plan, in players’ view, The Emperor is practically gambling with national fate, if the Net Path succeeds, everything benefits, but what if it fails?
Do you have a backup plan?
The truth proved, none, so The Emperor turned into an old jerky.
To this, players’ attitudes are generally cheering happily.
This greatest heretic finally met his karma.
So Duanmu Huai being unable to meet The Emperor in the time stream is normal, if back then he really went with Kiriman to Terra, Duanmu Huai would directly, in Terra Palace, declare The Emperor as a heretic on behalf of the Tribunal, and aim to purge him completely.
Horus couldn’t kill you, but I can?
Indeed, governing a great nation is like cooking small fish, you have to go step by step solidly, don’t aim to get fat in one bite, and don’t think about shortcuts......
Above is Duanmu Huai considering major national affairs.
As for why he’s thinking about these, it’s simple, it helps distract himself.
At present, everyone is standing inside the mid-level corpse starch production factory in the Hive City, before them is a giant pot ——— it looks like the type used by witches to brew poisons in animations, only magnified hundreds of times. Above the pot, a water outlet is spurting that viscous, earthy yellow corpse starch...... looking just like diarrhea from indigestion......
Add the dark brown marks smeared everywhere......
"............
Mary didn’t speak, but her gaze was evidently wandering, whilst Mianmu Zuoniao seemed unconcerned, curiously glancing around.
"Is this the place?"
Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the diarrhea-like spurting corpse starch outlet, instead focusing on the Contemplator before him. The latter was completely damaged, the entire mech was covered in blood, the screen was dim, only a Gear Boy lay on the ground, its body exploded, seeming like someone stuffed a hand grenade inside it.
A squad of Planet Defense Force soldiers was guarding around, but frankly, in Duanmu Huai’s view, they weren’t really serving much purpose other than preventing others from approaching ——— in places like Hive City, Planet Defense Force is generally a hundred times more incompetent than Hollywood’s cops.
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