Chapter 93

Immortality is absolutely the greatest wish in human history to date, whether it be the emperors of ancient feudal society or the genius who founded the Weyland mega-corporation.

Peter Weyland achieved the greatest accomplishment in human history, even creating androids, an achievement sufficient to rival the 'Creators'.

Precisely because of this, he wanted 'immortality' even more!

He personally founded the Weyland Corporation, even replacing the federal government, possessing supreme power, so how could he be willing to give all this up?

He wanted to become a god who controlled power forever!

For this reason, Peter Weyland spared no expense of trillions to find the 'Creators' of humanity, just hoping to obtain from them the breaking of human genetic limits and the breakthrough of lifespan limitations!

But now, he seemed to have a second choice!

Alvin's appearance made Weyland, who was originally at the end of his rope and could only pin his hopes on the ruins of the 'Creators', suddenly see a glimmer of hope.

The old man was so emotionally agitated that he almost choked on his breath.

The accompanying medical staff hurriedly performed emergency rescue, finally managing to save this old life!

"Da... David..."

Weyland, who had been rescued, grabbed David's hand, signaling it to replace him: "You... you help me... ask him..."

David nodded submissively and turned to look at Alvin: "Sir, you should have guessed the general situation. On behalf of Mr. Weyland, I want to know how your race broke through the lifespan limit?"

"There are many ways to break through the lifespan limit, but... why should I tell you?" Alvin surveyed Weyland and David with a disdainful look: "Or rather, what things of equal value can you pay?"

This sentence made David fall into deep thought, and it turned its head to look at Weyland in a dilemma.

Indeed, with the current technology of the Weyland Corporation, there seemed to be no technology that possessed value comparable to the technology of breaking through the lifespan limit.

"Eve... rything..."

Weyland took the initiative to speak. Although he was still very weak, he insisted on pulling out the respirator, like a gambler who had bet his entire fortune, staring at Alvin with fanatical eyes: "I am willing... to pay any price..."

"I'm becoming a bit interested in humans..."

Alvin slowly walked toward Weyland.

The surrounding medical staff, seeing this scene, were about to step forward to try to stop him, but were all pushed away by Weyland: "Get out!"

David stood silently on the side. It knew very well that if the alien life form tried to do anything, it would be impossible for the humans on this spaceship to stop the other party.

Weyland supported himself on the wheelchair, but his eyes revealed an aggressive, fiery gaze, looking up at Alvin: "I... possess a lot. As long as you want it, I can give it all to you!"

"I can give you the method to extend your lifespan."

Alvin looked down at Weyland, who was sitting in the wheelchair, withered like rotten wood, entering the final stage of life, and smiled: "But, I need you to pledge loyalty to me. I want your remaining life, your everything."

"I can."

Weyland had long had no other way to go. Rather than betting his hope on that ruin, it was better to bet on a living alien life form: "I am willing to pledge loyalty to you. I can offer everything I have, as long as... you can help me live on!"

"It's okay, no need to rush to promise me."

Alvin wouldn't go so far as to believe the verbal promise of a shrewd businessman, but he didn't care.

How could a person as shrewd as Weyland really pledge loyalty to others with just one sentence?

The reason he agreed was nothing more than having no other way to go.

If he really thought it was that simple to control a businessman who founded an interstellar mega-corporation, then his brain would be waterlogged.

Therefore, Alvin needed to let him witness with his own eyes the situation where hope was completely extinguished, and then, in a state of complete despair, offer a 'gift'.

Looking at the eager Weyland, he said with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Don't you still have another choice? It won't be too late to decide after you find the 'Creators'. I don't lack this bit of patience."

Weyland, whose thoughts had been exposed, didn't feel embarrassed at all: "I can swear to God that everything I said is true, sir!"

"I don't believe in God."

Alvin patted his shoulder, bent down, whispered a few words in his ear, then gave David a meaningful look, and turned to walk toward the door: "With your authority, it shouldn't be difficult to arrange an identity for me, right?"

Not knowing what he said, Weyland's eyes instantly became much gloomier, as if he had looked at David intentionally or unintentionally, then quickly returned to normal, without being noticed, and said slowly: "I will introduce you to the people on the ship as an expert I specifically hired. No one will question your identity."

"Very good. When you are going to explore the ruins, remember to call me." Alvin suddenly spoke and said to David: "During this time, you will assist me. No problem, right?"

David looked at Weyland, and the latter was expressionless and nodded: "David, you are responsible for taking care of this gentleman."

"Sir, in order to integrate into humans, I suggest you take a human name."

David said very responsibly.

"Alvin Valerius."

Alvin calmly reported the name and said lightly: "Translated into human characters in our language, my name is this."

"It sounds like the name of a noble."

David boasted without blushing or panting: "It fits your appearance very well. If it were in human society, I believe there would be many women pursuing you, sir."

The number of rooms on the spaceship was limited, so David temporarily placed him in its own room; anyway, androids didn't need to rest.

Many things happened today.

Exploring the ruins of the Creators, encountering alien life, and finally awakening Weyland in advance, all disrupted David's original plan.

Alvin sat cross-legged on the bed, as if entering 'meditation'.

David hesitated for a few seconds, but finally made up its mind and took out the pitch-black canister it had brought back from the ruins.

The black canister was cylindrical, with a height close to one meter.

When they were in the ruins, because of their intrusion, the air environment changed, and the organic matter inside seemed to surge out, but this canister had been treated with liquid nitrogen, so the things inside should still be well preserved.

David quickly found a way to unscrew the black canister.

It was a biochemical android, so it had no body temperature, let alone breathe, so changing the carbon dioxide content naturally would not trigger the change in the black canister.

Unexpectedly, inside were six vessels similar to ampoules, with a bright green appearance.

David took the vessels out of the black canister with its bare hands, and a large amount of viscous liquid flowed down. It took one of the ampoules and observed it upside down before its eyes.

Inside the large amount of transparent viscous matter in the vessel was a pitch-black viscous substance, which seemed to be the same as the substance that surged out in the ruins due to the change in air temperature.

To confirm, David broke the ampoule.

It poured out a drop of the pitch-black viscous substance inside, placed it on the tip of its finger, and observed it carefully.

It guessed... this type of organic matter should be related to the Creators creating life, but as for the specific situation, further experiments were needed to verify the guess.

In David's mind, a suitable candidate appeared.

"Greatness often begins with insignificance."

David carefully examined the drop of black viscous liquid on its fingertip, a look of intoxication appearing on its face: "Even a half-baked person can create life, right?"

"A word of advice, that thing is very dangerous."

Suddenly, Alvin's voice came from behind.

"I'm very sorry, did I wake you up?"

David's movements were stiff, and it slowly turned its head, seeing Alvin sitting on the bed, looking at it, somewhat unclear about the other party's stance: "Are... you going to stop me?"

"Why would I stop you?"

Alvin revealed a meaningful smile: "I'm just reminding you that that thing is very dangerous. Only a very small part is needed to create an unparalleled 'miracle'."

"Is it... a miracle of life?"

David was clearly interested, its eyes lighting up.

If it could really create life, then could it... also become a 'Creator'?

But unfortunately, Alvin did not answer this question, but looked at it with a strange look, making David a bit uneasy, guessing the other party's purpose.

"David, I'm very curious."

Alvin looked at the panicked David and said slowly: "If... Weyland were lost, and you had no constraints from the underlying logic set for you, to what step would you grow?"

"Sorry, I cannot answer this question."

David lowered its head, refusing to answer.

But the seed buried deep in its heart had already begun to grow uncontrollably, allowing a thought named ambition to occupy its thinking logic!

The book has officially changed its title~ I saw some gentlemen saying the pacing is slow. Actually, it's a last resort. After all, the original setting was to start from a scavenger. Those familiar with Warhammer know that the Rogue Trader's trade warrant is issued either by the Empire or by a family, and both require a very high status, so it's not that I don't give it directly. My last book collapsed because the pacing was too fast. The pacing of this one will definitely not be too slow, but it won't be too fast either. As for plundering... actually, Rogue Trader is a British privateer setting, not pure robbery. There are both trading and robbery~ The protagonist's identity will be revealed soon. After all, it's content set in the front, and many readers should have guessed it.