151: Chapter 155 Earning Your First Pot of Gold with Nuclear Waste

The dark red scanning wave that spanned thirty thousand light-years and slammed right into Li Cang's face was cut off.

The battle axe frigate hovered over the ruins of the surveillance base station that had been smashed to pieces.

Li Cang didn't order to fire, nor did he pay any attention to the Astartes Recruits in the lower hold, who were still in a state of high excitement after hauling explosives.

His hand passed through the red light capture interface of the holographic radar and directly grabbed the data cable that had been forcibly pulled from the base station's mainframe.

This cable was connected to the [Wanduan Trading Hub].

It was the only unfortified, absolutely neutral public material circulation platform provided by the [Epoch] system to all high-level civilizations during the Great Map phase.

This feature originally required a civilization level of Sector-grade and the payment of an extremely high entry deposit to light up the icon.

Li Cang had no money to pay the deposit.

He had just crushed the base station that provided the network interface, and a cyber AI virus had followed the cracked server base to forcibly intercept the senior account permissions of the former station master.

The light screen flashed, and the operating cabin was covered with extremely complex golden trading codes.

In this super market covering hundreds of Lunar Sectors, everything from the lowest-level cold weapon blueprints to [Law-grade Dyson Sphere Fragments] capable of buying half a star system was listed on the bounty board with clear prices.

Li Cang's eyes quickly scanned those frighteningly high buying prices.

The top three items in the popular categories weren't some invincible warships.

They were [High-dimensional Psionic Materials].

Those divine magic civilizations following the path of cultivation and ascension, or silicon-based aliens in need of computational breakthroughs, had a nearly pathological craving for these special crystals that could break the upper limits of physical dimensions.

Li Cang turned his head and glanced at the frigate's cargo hold.

Piled there were hundreds of tons of glowing glass shards that the Astartes had literally shoveled from the ruins after smashing that High-rank Arbitration Tower earlier.

These ruins of the Arbitration Tower carried extremely strong high-dimensional crystallization radiation.

In the materialist laws of Warhammer, this was a pile of high-risk nuclear waste that could turn a living person into a glass statue.

But in the eyes of those civilizations outside that needed psionic breakthroughs, this was a rare and precious legacy of a miracle.

"Recruit Number One, empty the waste liquid pool of Reactor Four," Li Cang said, connecting to the lower hold channel.

"Dump this pile of glowing junk stones inside."

The harsh sound of heavy objects being dragged came from the cargo hold.

Recruit Number One led over a dozen men, wearing heavy radiation-proof lead-plated boots, and used mechanical arms to push tons of Arbitration Tower crystal shards into the newly emptied waste liquid pool.

As soon as these crystals touched the residual high-temperature radiation at the bottom of the pool, the holy white light on their surface began to flicker.

They instinctively tried to assimilate the surrounding metal structures.

Li Cang pressed the fine-tuning option for the [civilization forge] on the control console.

He didn't plan to melt these fragments into weapons; that would be too wasteful.

He wanted to turn this lethal radioactive trash into the most sought-after premium currency on the Great Map.

"Pour in the remaining green blood of the Abyssal Star Beast and let it soak."

This order violated all safety operating protocols.

The Star Beast that had been shattered by the Macro-cannon had blood filled with chaotic pollution sources that could drive any carbon-based life form insane.

Several barrels of thick, sickly green blood were crudely dumped onto the pure white crystals emitting holy light.

A large amount of pungent dark red mist instantly billowed out of the waste liquid pool.

The high-dimensional crystallization rules and the flesh-and-blood pollution of the Abyssal Chaos underwent an extremely violent rejection within the narrow pool.

The holy light on the crystals' surface tried to purify the slime, but the high-dimensional resistance inherent in the purulent blood conversely wrapped the crystals tightly.

"Activate the cyber AI, crank the underlying logic overwrite to the max, and lock that outer layer of filth inside the crystals."

Li Cang's fingers became a blur on the control panel.

The illogical code of the cyber virus stabbed deep into the waste liquid pool along the reactor's electrodes. It didn't understand purification; it only knew how to lock data.

Two high-dimensional forces, each capable of destroying a small outpost, reached an extremely bizarre and fragile balance under the forced deadlock of the cyber virus and the physical suppression of the [Imperial Truth] trump card at the foundation of Warhammer.

Thirty minutes later.

The protective shield of the waste liquid pool slid open.

The shards that originally emitted lethal high-heat radiation and crystallization fluctuations were gone.

Lying neatly at the bottom of the pool were hundreds of translucent crystals cut into perfect diamonds.

The outer layer of the crystals was wrapped in an extremely thin, seemingly smooth dark gray film. It was the Star Beast blood scab solidified by the cyber virus, tightly sealing all the radiation and pollution inside.

From the outside, this thing emitted an extremely pure, high-level, and stable energy fluctuation.

But once this film was broken at the absorption end, the abyssal flesh and crystallization rules inside, capable of causing genetic deformities, would instantly burst all the user's cells.

This was a batch of polished nuclear waste with double toxicity and no quality certification.

Li Cang packaged the scanning data of this batch of crystals and opened the listing interface of the trading hub.

He used the stolen base station permissions to generate a deeply hidden triple-jump false IP.

Product Name: [High-dimensional Primordial Holy Crystal (Inactive State)].

He didn't write a single word for the product description, only filling in a string of system-generated energy spectral coefficients.

In the black market of the Great Map, this kind of pure spectral data was more effective than any boasting.

In the price setting area, Li Cang did not hesitate.

He directly entered three million [genesis points] and checked the box for [No bargaining, bulk buy-it-now].

This amount of money could directly buy several full mercenary fleets that had just been wiped out in the Battle Royale.

Less than fifteen seconds after the product was listed.

On the operating cabin screen, the green "Selling" cursor jumped directly to an extremely eye-catching golden [Sold].

Three million [genesis points], following that stolen base station data cable, crashed into Li Cang's system account, which had previously been nearly empty, without a single point missing.

Even the system commission was saved because this was an unregistered black market account.

The buyer was a high-level power with three golden crown icons in front of its name.

[Holy Radiant Star Cluster (Cultivation/Magic Hybrid Side)].

The other party skipped even the negotiation and inspection procedures, fearing that these "High-dimensional Holy Crystals," which could help their civilization's high-level members break through their realms, would be snatched by someone else.

The moment the deposit was received.

Li Cang activated the single-person sub-orbital drop pod at the front of the battle axe frigate.

He stuffed those hundreds of toxic crystals into the drop pod, set the neutral transition coordinates provided by the buyer, and fired it directly into the Warp.

The goods were dispatched.

Li Cang sat in his chair and opened the power panel of the buyer.

It was a massive civilization that dominated dozens of safe star systems, possessing hundreds of grand mage towers and tens of millions of psionic believers.

Their leader was likely waiting for the arrival of these holy relics to conduct a grand ascension ceremony.

Li Cang didn't know at which step these people would break the film wrapped in Star Beast blood scabs.

It might be the moment they used spiritual power to investigate.

Or it might be when they were melting the crystals in preparation for absorption.

But he knew the outcome very well.

Once that high-dimensional crystalline toxin, forcibly compressed and kneaded together by Warhammer's [Imperial Truth] and the cyber virus, broke out, it wouldn't stop without tens of thousands of people being sacrificed for physical isolation.

He exited the buyer's interface and casually formatted and burned the data core remaining from the [Observer-7] base station along with the jump IP he had just used.

This was the most cold-blooded way to play the interstellar Great Map.

Not a single shell was fired, yet he had just detonated a super dirty bomb capable of destroying half of a high-level civilization's home planet.

Three million points lay quietly in the account.

Li Cang's gaze moved across the main screen.

The originally dim system [Civilization Faction/Great Wonder Construction] unlock tree instantly lit up its most core, thick branch due to the injection of this astronomical sum.

That was the most incomprehensible and terrifying heavy industrial cornerstone of the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

The cursor hovered over a grand blueprint covered in gears, skulls, and mechanical tentacles.

[Sufficient genesis points and high-level abyssal matter samples detected.]

[Unlock faction-exclusive regional core: Mars Adeptus Mechanicus · Junior Forge World Atlas?]

[Unlock conditions: Consume three million points and sacrifice at least three lifeless mineral stars as physical forging bases.]

Li Cang looked up.

Outside the window of the battle axe frigate, the three mineral stars in the dead system, now riddled with holes due to the bombing by the Scavenger Mercenaries, were floating quietly in the vacuum.

The foundation was there.

The dirty money was in hand.

"Unlock."

His finger slammed heavily onto the green confirmation key.

A rapid buzzing sound came from the console.