Chapter 2

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Faction: Human Empire】

【Occupation: Scavenger】

【Anchor world: None】

【Remaining energy: 0.1 units】

Alvin, who was pondering the voice in his mind, had his attention drawn to the panel before him.

He tried waving his hand, but it passed straight through; the 'panel' seemed to exist only in his eyes.

"Thank you, Emperor, for your blessing!"

Listening to the voice in his mind, Alvin's eyes filled with hot tears; he was so moved he nearly fainted.

This must be the standard equipment for a transmigrator, his very own 'Golden Finger'!

"The Emperor has manifested!"

Alvin gripped the watch face tightly and, with somewhat unskilled movements, performed the Aquila sign.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, sincerity brings results; besides, what if the Emperor could really see him?

After the joy, Alvin discovered that the energy seemed insufficient, and the 'watch face' had dimmed again.

"Does traveling to a new world... mean going to other worlds?" Alvin stared at the 'watch face' in his hand, recalling the voice that appeared in his mind when he activated it: "100 units of energy, but I don't even know how 1 unit of energy is calculated right now."

Alright, he had the Golden Finger, but the problem now was, how was he supposed to get 100 units of energy?

"As a scavenger, surely he shouldn't be completely without inventory, right?"

Alvin held onto his only hope and searched through his predecessor's memories, but the result was naturally a huge disappointment.

Forget about looting; there wasn't even a hair left. No wonder he often went nine meals hungry every three days!

Moreover, the Xuefu Gang were no pushovers!

Furthermore, this was Warhammer; although the Nestworld had laws, they... were limited to the middle and top nests.

As for the scum of the lower nest, whether they lived or died was completely outside the consideration of the Planetary Governor and the noble lords.

Nestworlds could be considered a unique and beautiful landscape of Warhammer.

Its external structure was like a high tower, divided into three areas: top nest, middle nest, and lower nest. Some Nestworlds had settlements outside, but this planet's climate was extremely harsh, so obviously, there were none.

The top nest was the area where nobles, Imperial administrative personnel, State Church priests, and the like lived.

The middle nest generally had commoners with proper jobs, families of the Planetary Defense Force, or retired Imperial Guard members, and so on.

As for the lower nest, that was exciting; it was like a large recycling station.

Whether it was wastewater, domestic waste, industrial residue, or even criminals, they were all exiled here; it could be said to be teeming with talent.

The lower nest couldn't see sunlight at all; there was only smog that blotted out the sky, pungent industrial exhaust, and radiation everywhere.

The harsh living environment naturally bred gangs, and the Xuefu Gang was one of them.

He looked at the pipes arranged like a spider web and the alleyway piled high with trash, and the image of the scarred man from the Xuefu Gang stepping on him with a hideous grin, looking down as if regarding a beast, surfaced in his mind. A flame gradually ignited in his heart.

Why was it him being stepped on?!

Everyone was human; why should he be regarded as a beast, trampled upon by others, just because... he held a knife?

If that was the case, why couldn't the one holding the knife be him!

Alvin's mindset underwent a subtle change; this was... the cruelty of the Warhammer universe.

His goal was very simple: to survive.

In this cruel Warhammer universe, to become the one holding the knife, rather than a beast to be slaughtered!

He gripped the 'watch face' tightly, cast his gaze to the side at the gas mask thrown into the sewage, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "This thing should be worth quite a bit of money."

A gas mask was necessary equipment for a scavenger in the lower nest.

Otherwise, in many areas of the lower nest, the harsh environment and the air filled with acid and radiation would directly burn a human's lungs, and they wouldn't be able to move for long before dropping dead.

Although the gas mask he was wearing looked no different from trash, almost on the verge of being scrapped.

But even so, it was still a hot commodity in the black market of the lower nest.

It was no exaggeration to say that, given the condition of this gas mask, it could at most be considered 'slightly worn'!

Alvin quickly finalized his plan, picked up the gas mask from the sewage, and carefully placed the 'watch face' inside his clothes.

"First, step one: get 100 units of energy!"

He rubbed his somewhat stiff face hard, took a deep breath of the dust-filled air, endured the intense pain in his abdomen, and walked slowly out of the alleyway, leaning against the wall.

Most people in the black market were scavengers, basically selling discarded items found in the scrapyard.

Of course, some good things from the top nest were mixed in, though the probability was about the same as winning the lottery.

Alvin wrapped himself in his robe and wore a hood, completely covering his features to prevent being targeted.

Then, he found a stall and asked in a low voice: "Do you want a gas mask?"

The stall owner was a burly man with a stubbly face, wrapped in a simple cloak, his exposed left arm replaced by a metal prosthetic.

"Let me see the condition."

The stall owner raised his head and looked him up and down.

Alvin took out the gas mask and handed it over.

"The condition is very poor, it's almost scrapped." The stall owner glanced at it and shook his head: "I can only give you ten crowns for this quality of gas mask."

"Too low."

Alvin saw that the other party was deliberately driving down the price and pulled the gas mask back directly: "You should know that the most important part of a gas mask isn't the mask cover, but its filter element. My filter element is still very new; at least one hundred crowns."

The Human Empire's common currency was the Aquila, but that kind of high-end stuff was usually only used by nobles, merchants, or in high-level civilized worlds.

Many remote planets with harsh environments used locally issued currency, which varied in type.

And the crown was the common currency of this Nestworld, its value roughly equivalent to a copper coin; ten crowns could buy a portion of nutrient porridge.

The stall owner, having had his intentions seen through, wasn't embarrassed; driving down prices was normal in the lower nest, and if he lacked the eye for quality, he deserved his bad luck.

But since he had been identified, he simply couldn't be bothered to waste time and said directly: "Replacing the mask cover requires at least ten crowns. Seventy crowns, that's my bottom line."

Alvin pondered for a moment and nodded: "Fine, deal."

Although it was thirty crowns lower than expected, the gas mask was severely worn, and he was already very satisfied to sell it for this price.

The stall owner pulled eight plastic banknotes, each with a denomination of 10, from his bosom and handed them over.

"Wait, let me look at the things you're selling."

Alvin didn't take the money and squatted down to look at the stall.

"Fine, everything is here. I can make up the difference with nutrient porridge," the stall owner said slowly.

A portion of nutrient porridge, if eaten sparingly, could last seven days; it was a relatively recognized common item among the scavenger group.

Alvin lowered his head to look at the stall; what he lacked most right now was something that could provide 'energy'.

He picked up a worn-out compressed battery, and the mechanical, stiff voice of the 'watch face' echoed directly in his mind.

【Detected item: Fuel cell (inferior)】

【Crude craftsmanship, inferior low-grade battery, trash in the true sense of the word】

【Can provide energy: 3 units】

This was an unexpected joy!

The 'watch face's' function was far from as simple as it looked!

Alvin remained calm, put down the worn-out battery, and picked up a gun with a sawed-off barrel next to it.

【Detected item: Stub gun (inferior-damaged)】

【The chamber is completely worn smooth, the firing pin is malfunctioning; it's not a bad thing to use for suicide】

【Can provide energy: 5 units】

【Detected item: Old-style lasgun (damaged)】

【Almost no sights, very suitable as a fire poker】

【Can provide energy: 3 units】

Alvin scanned the stall and found almost nothing good. Just as he was about to give up, he casually picked up a copper piece, which changed his mind.

【Detected item: Deflection field generator (worn)】

【Nearly damaged, can generate a layer of deflection field near the user, barely escaping the category of trash】

【Can provide energy: 150 units】