23: Chapter 23 The Darkness of the Empire, and the Faint Light Brought by Yang Gao.

Yang Gao stole some things during the factory riot, but these were merely a drop in the bucket and nowhere near enough.

He suddenly remembered: "Wait, that's not right. I still have 5% of the Emperor's psychic power!"

He closed his eyes and began to try to communicate with the dormant energy within his body.

"Please, don't fail me now."

Blue Psychic Lightning gradually appeared in Yang Gao's small hands; with a casual wave, he destroyed more than half of the factory.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"This was an accident. Do you believe me?"

The remaining guards sensibly knelt on the ground, raised their hands above their heads, and offered up their weapons—this was the vast disparity in strength.

The looks in the eyes of those around him held awe, but even more so, fear.

On the other side, because the commotion in the factory was too great, it attracted a large number of guards rushing over, and even troops.

Seeing the factory more than half destroyed, they were filled with horror and immediately opened fire at Yang Gao!

Countless laser beams halted against Yang Gao's faint, translucent barrier, as if encountering immense resistance.

Listening to these noisy sounds, Yang Gao felt somewhat irritated and waved his hand casually; a powerful psychic shock instantly sent those attacking him flying.

Yang Gao smiled awkwardly yet politely: "It seems... I won't need the Leman Russ Tank after all."

He looked at everything before him and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Then..."

Seeing him about to speak, the people around him shrank to the ground in fear.

Yang Gao felt so awkward he could have dug a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor with his toes: he just wanted to say something, why were they so nervous?

"No... nothing at all, my lord," everyone said tremblingly.

Yang Gao pondered inwardly: How could the damn system let things go so smoothly for him?

Could there be some conspiracy behind this?

The more he thought about it, the heavier his suspicions grew.

Under Yang Gao's direction, the production line for the Leman Russ Tank was successfully built.

However, Yang Gao would not be like those inhumane managers in "warhammer 40k" who exploited workers without limit.

He announced: "You only need to work 8 hours a day to receive your wages."

The workers seemed to think they had misheard and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Yang Gao cleared his throat: "Did you not hear me? You only need to work 8 hours a day to receive your wages."

The scene fell into a deathly silence, followed by cheers that sounded like a tsunami.

That's right, in this dark 40th millennium, the working class was constantly exploited to maintain the bloated imperial machine.

They were the bedrock supporting the Empire's operation, yet due to the darkness of the Warhammer world and the abominable xenos, their lives were incredibly difficult.

Farmers had to hand over ninety percent of their grain.

Workers had to work over a dozen hours to satisfy the Empire's tithe.

There were only two choices for their lives in the Empire: one was death, and the other was dying later.

The appearance of Yang Gao was like a ray of light in people's hearts, illuminating that endless darkness.

But who knew? After Yang Gao left, would they return to their original state?

Yang Gao didn't know, and didn't want to know.

He only knew that it was enough to have a clear conscience—to resolve the injustices in his heart wherever he could; that was who he was.

As someone who lived in the distant 3rd millennium, he could not bear to see such human suffering.

Therefore, he would help people wherever he could; this was his character and his way of doing things.