Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

The Science Director raised an eyebrow. "So you consider yourself the third Trazyn?"

"No, I am Trazyn."

The scientist shook his head and put down the dataslate. "Never mind. Your self-perception is irrelevant. No matter how you look at it, you are the only Necron we know of with a soul."

Trazyn didn't respond, his optical sensors shrinking slightly as he turned to look at the distant space station window.

The light of the Milky Way shone on his metallic form, and his deep optical vision seemed to penetrate the darkness, falling in the direction of the distant Nihilach Dynasty.

"I want to go home."

He whispered, "Hide my current 'true form' and make sure no one can use it to interfere with me."

The Federation scientist teased, "What? You're not going to Cadia anymore? Didn't you say you wanted to kidnap Abaddon?"

Trazyn shrugged, his tone leisurely and self-deprecating: "After so many years of death, I should learn to cherish my life."

He raised his hand, and a data storage module hovered in his palm. Within the module was the key to a precious bargain: the legendary clone of the Primarch Fulgrim.

"This is the compensation we agreed upon."

Trazyn handed the module to the Federation's scientific director. "You will find him at the agreed location. I hope you will make good use of this legacy."

The scientist took the module and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Interesting stuff! It may contain the core secrets of the human empire's psionic and genetic technology. Although we don't particularly like your species, your offer does seem quite sincere."

Trazyn: "A deal is a deal, and an attitude is an attitude. We both know each other."

He paused, then asked in a seemingly nonchalant tone, "By the way, is your Tianshu Museum open to the public?"

The scientific director raised an eyebrow. "You want to visit?"

"of course."

Trazyn replied matter-of-factly, "The Federation's technological achievements far surpass those of most empires, and the Nexus is said to be one of the greatest repositories of knowledge in the galaxy. How could someone who enjoys collecting knowledge not be curious?"

The scientific director smiled slightly, a hint of meaning on his face. "Perhaps, but you'd better not expect to visit freely without security personnel monitoring you."

"We can talk slowly."

Trazyn said calmly, "After all, you have helped me restore my soul, and I have provided you with generous rewards. Perhaps we cannot cooperate even more happily in the future."

The head of scientific research did not answer immediately, but emphasized that he must abide by the confidentiality agreement and not tell other Necron dynasties about his changes. Then he watched Trazyn leave the experimental cabin, enter the starship's transport cabin, and disappear in a green light.

……

After he left, the federal envoy standing in the experimental chamber sneered, his eyes flashing with indifference and disdain: "He will definitely not keep his promise."

The Science Director turned around and said calmly, "Of course not. Although this Necron Overlord has only just regained his soul, his emotions have recovered quite well in a short period of time."

"The Necrontyr's ambition remains undimmed, and thanks to his own health, it burns brighter than ever."

The envoy said coldly, "These guys will always be an obstacle to the Federation. No matter how they advertise themselves, their social culture and hegemonic thinking are deeply ingrained and cannot truly change."

"No matter how he sees himself now, or what he will do in the future, we must always be vigilant. The Necrons will always be Necrons. They will never truly coexist with other civilizations in the galaxy. They only see the difference between vassal and master, and we will definitely not be the master."

"However, they have a talent for naming. A fallen empire awakens, demanding all civilizations take sides and mobilizing all forces to launch a super-war to determine the fate of the galaxy. It is aptly called the War in Heaven. With the glory of our fleet, we will recreate paradise on earth."

Research Specialist: "But we are not planning to join either side, because we will be one of the initiators, and everyone else will bow down to us when the end comes."

The Necrons' false generosity and true harshness have been clearly demonstrated throughout their history, and they are clearly not to be trusted.

That's not a problem. We don't need this species that causes so much trouble as a friend. Having it as an enemy can provide more cohesion.

Having said that, a psychic synth who is related to the Fallen Empire, how can it be a sign of an impending natural disaster? I hope that this Fallen Empire does not suddenly explode before we destroy it.

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Chapter 160 The Matrix.

"Let's leave the virtual effects to the vassal states."

……

After that meeting, our Museum of Natural History was repeatedly at risk of theft and we had to quickly strengthen security measures.

Hiding in the deepest part of the Nihilakh Dynasty, the Endless One Trazyn no longer needs deliberate stimulation to maintain his humanity, but he still loves to steal. This has probably become his way of life.

Excluding the communication between this guy, which made both sides feel good, most of the people in the group can still be considered bad.

Obviously, as information on our technology spreads, many Necrons will first attempt to reverse-engineer it.

They may try to negotiate with us after realizing they cannot succeed, but it is unlikely that the Federation will accept the "Can we reconcile?" applications from most of them.

Except for a very small number of small dynasties, almost all the high-ranking members of the Necrons are extremely dangerous elements with ambitious, criminal and erratic personalities. In short, they are ungrateful people who can never be tamed.

At least we have to deal with the so-called Triarchal Council before considering whether to accept their "friendly" proposal.

We can even use this "reward" to instigate internal struggles among them, so as to achieve the goal of destroying them.

We can discuss that later. There's another issue we need to address right now. We need to select a group of professional information workers from the Matrix. These virtual citizens will be assigned a major mission related to the Federation's diplomatic situation.

……

Outside the real world, the Federation has created a "matrix" consisting of countless computers, virtual devices and servers through advanced synthetic evolution technology.

This matrix can be called a virtual world. Many synthetic citizens of the Federation live and work in the matrix throughout their lives, providing real production capacity and services in this virtual world.

The core computing array "Matrix" of this special virtual world is managed by a dedicated small scientific research vassal state with only five worlds, because excessive expansion of the server array will slow down its operation.

However, all other federal territories can apply to call the matrix server at any time and ask the virtual world to provide us with services.

One of the useful functions of the Matrix is the simple social experiment simulation. We cannot drag our people into the cyberpunk environment just to experience what the cyberpunk world is like. The environment simulated by the virtual reality system has become the best choice.

After this experiment was put into civilian use, it also sparked a craze for virtual reality role-playing games.

Just like right before your eyes.

……

In this world, reality is just an optional concept.

Lucy opened her eyes and found herself in a town brimming with neon. Purple and blue lights reflected off the glass walls of the tall buildings, and advertisements floated along the streets, selling everything from prosthetic enhancements to cyberpets.

Her avatar is a slender female figure, with a black coat inlaid with shimmering data patterns, and a high-collared hood covering half of her face, revealing only her sharp eyes.

This is not reality, but the Federation's network matrix, an infinitely extended virtual world.

She walked slowly, leaving a trail of light behind her, like an electronic ghost. Around her, data entities, intelligent NPCs, and standard virtual citizens hurried to and fro on the streets, as if the city itself existed.

But Lucy knew that this was just a facade constructed from countless codes. In this vast ocean of the internet, there were countless worlds waiting to be explored, and her mission had only just begun.

With a thought, Lucy's virtual body data was reorganized, and the bustling streets of the cyberpunk city gradually blurred behind her, replaced by an ancient town.

Thick stone walls and pointed towers gleam in the morning light. Armored knights patrol the land on their steeds, while passersby in the marketplace exchange the latest gossip. In the distance, the wizard's tower reaches the heavens, the faint glow of spells lingering in the air. Here, in the early days of civilization, legends of sword and sorcery, filled with the savagery and energy of the past, unfold endlessly.

She deftly dodged an adventurer rushing across the street, carrying an exaggerated giant sword, clearly a player character. She had no intention of interfering with the world's operations, simply strolling forward, occasionally admiring the flying brooms and alchemical potions displayed in the magic shop on the corner.

When she reached the boundary of this block, she lightly tapped it, and her consciousness leaped again. The fantasy world turned into a distorted stream of light, and the next moment, she was in a completely different environment.

The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and new books. The morning light shone across the clean and tidy school grounds. Young boys and girls in their school uniforms sat on benches in groups of three or four, chatting about trivial matters. Lucy found herself standing in front of a bookstore. Gentle piano music played inside, and the shelves were filled with a variety of literature and light novels.

"'The Importance of Learning Low Gothic Well: A Story of a Sunny Corner Man, I Was Ignored and Quit by My Amazing Teammates, and Embarked on a Slow Life in the Kronus Expansion'. The quality of light novels these days is really not that great."

She picked up one of the books at random, then put it back with a frown on her face.

This area is a complete reproduction of daily life, without honorable battles or noble struggles, just ordinary life. If it were not in the virtual network matrix, this universe might never experience such a quiet world again.

However, Lucy didn't have time to stay for long. She leaped lightly, and her whole body turned into a stream of light, rushing into the depths of the matrix.

……

All the worlds gradually faded away, and in the interweaving of light and shadow, Lucy finally arrived at the core area of the Matrix, the depth data block.

There are no gorgeous scenes here, nor any virtual worlds of various shapes, only a space constructed of pure silver-blue data streams.

Bands of data surged around her like a silent tide. The air was filled with the subtle hum of electromagnetic waves, and each ray of blue light carried a vast stream of information, as if the entire Matrix's data consciousness was flowing through it.

She glanced around, confirming her target. Two figures stood on a data platform not far away. One was a man in a tattered tuxedo, his dark face painted with a skull, and a pair of piercing eyes hidden under a black hat. He was Count Samedi, one of the most cunning hackers in the Matrix and also her old friend.

The other was a mechanical dwarf, his entire body made of precision metal parts, his eyes gleaming with a blue mechanical light. He was Mekkatorque, a genius code engineer known for his ability to quickly write and crack programs.

Lucy walked forward with a smile: "It's not easy to find you."

Count Samedi spread his hands, a smile on his face. "We've been waiting for you here, buddy. I heard you have a big job again?"

Mekkatorque crossed his arms, tapping his knuckles against his arms. "I suppose she got tired of the mining program and came back to us?"

Lucy shrugged. "The Federation Central has issued a new mission for hackers to claim. The target is the Tau Empire's network system."

Count Samedi whistled. "Oh? That's a big target. Those guys won't be happy to hear our names."

Mekkatorque pondered for a moment and asked, "What is the specific mission?"

Lucy took a deep breath and her tone turned serious. "That's related to their old Supreme Ether. The relevant work is very confidential and cannot be disclosed without an agreement. The workload has been very heavy recently, and we need additional manpower, so I'm revealing this imperial edict."

Count Samedi stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with interest: "Sounds exciting."

Mekkatorque disagreed: "It's exciting, but it also means danger."

Lucy spread her hands. "That's why we exist, isn't it? For those of us who spend our entire lives in the virtual world, who else can do this kind of work?"

Count Samedi laughed. "Let's see if the Electronic Greater Good dreams of the Cyberforesight Enclave."

Mekkatorque shook his head helplessly, but his eyes still gleamed with eagerness: "Okay, okay, I just happen to be free anyway."

The Tau people's model of using managers as leaders is not a good one.

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Chapter 161: Anwa Rebellion.

"Does this count as an enemy in the Ether Council?"

……

The atmosphere within the T'au Empire's Elemental Council and the Supreme Aether Collective has grown oppressive and heavy over the past few days. The Helka Confederation is conducting some incredible reality-restructuring experiment, and their war with the Necrons is causing the galactic situation to spiral out of control.

What is most disturbing is the indescribable dangerous atmosphere now emanating from the Federation itself.

This aura is different from the cold and iron-blooded Necronomicon Dynasty, and also different from the fanaticism and blindness of the Human Empire. It is something extremely strange, even inconsistent with the traditional logic of the Tau people. It represents a kind of irresistible will.

When intelligence about the Federation was sent to the Senate, divisions within the Tau Empire erupted completely.

……

Some members of the Elemental Council and Etheric Mentors believe that the Federation's existence is a threat to the Tau's Greater Good.

The Federation's expansion, its technological advancements, and even its cultural influence are irreversibly eroding the core values of the Tau Empire.

The Tau people's philosophy has always been self-cultivation and continuous transcendence, but now they are forced to admit that the Federation has surpassed them in almost every field. However, this surpassing does not bring a goal to catch up with, but a terrifying fact: the Tau Empire has already lost the competition in comprehensive national strength.

Some conservatives, or "anti-foreigners," refused to accept this reality. They still insisted that the Greater Good was unshakable and the Tau's destiny could not be altered. Even if the Federation became more powerful, the Tau could not succumb to foreign culture. They must maintain a firm stance, otherwise the Tau Empire would lose its very purpose.

However, another group, nicknamed "defeatists" or compromisers, and pro-Federation forces, believe that the Tau Empire is simply incapable of defeating the Federation in a head-on competition.

They didn't simply worship the Federation; rather, from a purely rational perspective, they acknowledged the Tau's comprehensive backwardness in technology, military, and economics. The Federation's technological development far surpassed that of the Tau Empire, and every scientific breakthrough left the Tau unable to catch up, making their efforts seem like childish imitations.

The situation has become a dilemma: if we become an enemy of the Federation, we are in danger of being crushed immediately; if we become friends with the Federation, we are in danger of gradually losing our autonomy under the influence of culture and institutions.

But the "defeatists" have their own point of view: the Greater Good should essentially serve the Tau Empire, not become a shackle that binds them. If it truly becomes a rigid belief, like the Imperial Religion, rather than a philosophy that allows the Tau to continuously improve, then what is the point of adhering to it?

Under the influence of this trend, many young Tau have begun to accept Federation culture and try to integrate new technologies and new concepts to ensure that the Tau Empire will not be eliminated by history. Therefore, it is even more important to keep it separate from the Federation, even if the Greater Good is gradually changing due to the Federation's influence.

The differences between the two grew wider and wider, eventually reaching the point of internal division. Various factions fought openly and covertly, and the party struggle began.

……

The first to lose control were the anti-foreign faction.

In the struggles in politics and academia, the anti-foreignization faction suffered repeated setbacks. They found that the pro-federalist faction had the upper hand in resource allocation, policy making, and even cultural influence.

The Federation's attitude is also very clear: they will not actively interfere in the internal politics of the Tau Empire, but they will openly support the pro-Federation faction.

Moreover, within the Supreme Ether Council, there is an unknown character with great influence who also supports the faction that relies on the Federation and gives them the green light.

After gradually failing to get what they wanted through peaceful means, the conservative faction's actions became increasingly radical.

They began to gather supporters in various military strongholds, gradually planning an action that would change the fate of the Tau Empire.

After a long period of planning, they finally found the most critical link, Commander Yingyang.

Shadowsun, one of the most outstanding warriors of the Flame Clan of the Tau Empire, was considered the Tau's most likely military genius to rival the Federation. If she could align herself with the anti-foreign faction, they would have enough military power to overturn the entire situation.

Shadowsun finally accepted their persuasion. As a pure warrior, she acknowledged the strength of the Federation, but she could not accept that the Tau Empire was swallowed up without bloodshed.