In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 165: What it Means to Give a Live Demonstration (Bonus)
This is the bonus Chapter for reaching 1000 Powerstones.
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Once, the C’tan had promised the Necrontyr the hope of immortality, only to turn around and devour their souls.
The Silent King was a classic case of "once bitten, twice shy," making him far more cautious when facing Zeke this time. (TL/N: Take notes, kids: "Once bitten, twice shy" means a previous bad experience makes someone cautious about repeating it. This idiom highlights the tendency to avoid risks after being hurt, often applied to relationships, investments, or mistakes. It implies that the initial, unpleasant experience leads to increased caution in the future)
Trazyn kept his head down, tinkering with the Bedrock, not daring to look up. As a habitual thief, his reputation among the Necrons was nothing short of infamous.
You don’t believe me? Zeke straightened his posture and looked at the Silent King. "Hearing is deceiving; seeing is believing."
"It just so happens there are exactly three of you here. Since you don’t believe it, how about you try it out for yourselves?"
Trazyn quietly pricked up his ears and cast his gaze over. He had a premonition that something incredibly explosive was about to happen. To think this human dared to bring out such a top-secret matter so openly. The Silent King was still pondering Zeke’s intentions.
Phaeron Hapthatra stepped forward. "Human, who knows if you have hidden some kind of trap within? How could the noble Silent King condescend to do such a thing?"
Answering him was a profoundly meaningful look from Zeke.
Hapthatra locked eyes with Zeke for a fraction of a second and immediately felt an inexplicable chill spread through his sensory systems. He looked back at the Silent King, who gave him a nod of tacit approval.
The Silent King felt that Hapthatra was right. As the monarch of the Necrons, he genuinely wanted to personally verify every single word this human had said.
However, the mission he bore was far more important than his personal desires. He had to witness with his own eyes how Zeke made the Necrons breed and use his own judgment to discern if any traps lay hidden within.
Therefore, this task of supreme glory could only fall upon the other Necrons.
"Hapthatra, this is a tremendous honor and the perfect opportunity to verify the truth. I command you in my capacity as the Silent King: you must dedicate yourself entirely to this matter."
Oh, crap. Hapthatra felt his logic circuits spinning at high speed, yet he couldn’t find a single path that would allow him to retreat unscathed.
Phaeron Hapthatra had seen that combat recording; he knew exactly what was going to happen next. Those indecent movements, actions completely unfitting for his noble status, combined with his inherent distrust of this human...
What Phaeron Hapthatra found most unacceptable was that this noble chassis of his had completely retained his memories from when he was a Necrontyr. His wife from that time, his children from that time—they were all still fresh in his memory. If he followed this human’s words, wouldn’t he become...
Hapthatra did not want to be the first to try. He pleaded with the Silent King, "We could just summon any two random Necron Warriors over."
"No can do. My time is very precious, and delays breed complications. Who knows if another character like the Stormlord might pop up in a minute?" Zeke didn’t have time to play house with these Necrons.
The Silent King’s command severed Hapthatra’s final hope.
"Just as the Silent King said, Hapthatra, you should feel honored by this." The other Phaeron was much more composed than Hapthatra. He looked at Hapthatra, the colleague he had worked alongside for countless millennia.
"Let go of your so-called sense of propriety, shame, and red tape. Such things are for the Necrontyr, not what we Necrons should concern ourselves with."
Hapthatra felt that this human was absolutely doing this on purpose. He gritted his teeth. "Tell me what to do."
Zeke built a literal matchbox house right there on the spot, set up windows and a door, and made a welcoming ’after you’ gesture.
The two Phaerons entered together. The Silent King stood outside and began to observe, and even Trazyn sidled up to watch.
Upon seeing the final result, the Silent King suddenly felt a massive weight lift off his shoulders. He meticulously examined the child born to the two Phaerons, confirming there was no mistake.
The only thing he regretted was that he had not discovered exactly how Zeke had done it. He did not believe that the structure before him was the key to making Necrons breed.
"It’s useless. Putting aside whether you have even half of my architectural mastery to construct such a flawless building, even if you did build it, it wouldn’t work." Zeke extinguished the Silent King’s thoughts of stealing his craft.
The Silent King neither turned his head nor offered a rebuttal.
These words did not surprise him; since this human dared to lay all his chips on the table, it inherently proved he held an unreplicable trump card. This transaction, from the very beginning, would have its price set by Zeke.
"You’re satisfied with the results. Now it’s time to discuss the price you must pay."
The Silent King looked at Zeke and stepped down from the Dais of Dominion.
"Once, I walked out of this galaxy and drifted in the intergalactic void for a very long time. I saw the true grand army of the Tyranids, swarms vast enough to devour the entire universe. It is a sight you absolutely cannot imagine, and only we Necrons have the power to stop them."
"I can cooperate with you humans," he said. "To fight against the Tyranids together."
The Silent King lowered his lofty status. He, who had previously disdained cooperating with humanity, now initiated an offer of peace.
Now that the Necrontyr race had the hope of reappearing in this universe, the Silent King needed to better protect this universe and prevent the Tyranids from devouring it.
"That is far from enough. Even without you, I have my own methods for dealing with the Tyranids."
The Silent King could not refute this. This human possessed too many miraculous methods. "Then what is it that you want?"
"I want all the advanced technology of the Necrons."
What Zeke had his eyes on was the Necrons’ vast array of high-tech weaponry, such as their black hole bombs or the Exile Cannons capable of banishing enemies to the edges of the universe.
Neither of those toys posed much of a threat to Zeke; he could easily escape through a Nether Portal the moment the artillery fire fell on his head. But they would be incredibly useful for dealing with swarms of Greenskin forces and Tyranid hordes.
"What?! All of our technology?!" The one who shouted loudly was Phaeron Hapthatra, who was emerging from the wooden house Zeke had built, supporting himself against the wall.
"Don’t be in such a hurry to refuse." Zeke knew that If he asked for all their technology at once, these Necrons would definitely never agree.
"Let’s put it this way: we’ll divide it up based on your Necrontyr population. Every time you reach a certain population milestone, you release a portion of your technology to us. How does that sound?"
He never expected that one day, he, Zeke Mason, would be expanding a matchmaking business in the Warhammer universe.
"Acceptable," the Silent King agreed. There was still much room for negotiation within this framework—how much population would equate to a single piece of technology. At the very least, the human before him had provided ample leeway for him to choose.
"Also, I’ll need to charge you a little extra fee. A few C’tan shards shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?"
C’tan shards. To be honest, this was still within the Silent King’s acceptable range.
The Silent King originally thought this greedy human would open his mouth and demand an entire, complete C’tan outright.
-- 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
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