[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-99":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277872,4456,"Chapter 99: Vyland Is the Most Valuable Commodity","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-99",99,"\u003Cp>In Elizabeth’s fantasy, things shouldn’t have been this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, the great “Creator” shouldn’t have looked like a guilty student, bowing low, beaming with sycophantic flattery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, exactly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sycophantic, groveling expression!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why could Elizabeth be so certain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: when she and her boyfriend went to seek investment from Vyland, their faces had looked exactly like the “Creator’s”!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God only knew what kind of psychological “trauma” they’d endured in those mere Shiji  minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the hopeful Vyland, he had truly experienced what “despair” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had found the “Creator,” but the reality was nothing like he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fortunately, Vyland had spent decades navigating the world—he instantly understood the “alien lifeform’s” intent, and thus calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this just about pledging allegiance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No problem at all! Absolutely no problem!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he could extend his life, allegiance meant nothing—after all, he could always reconsider later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brings us to the flexible bottom line of merchants—Vyland’s was especially flexible; he was nearly at death’s door, so not only was pledging allegiance to an alien lifeform no issue, even selling out humanity wouldn’t have given him pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, what’s the name of this ship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin caressed the pilot’s seat, his eyes brimming with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though initially hard to accept, the moment he realized this vessel would soon be his, it suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Its name is ‘Lord of the World.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylges seemed to have gradually accepted his fate as a “prisoner of war,” and enthusiastically began explaining the spaceship’s various functions to Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a standard small spacecraft of the “Engineer” race, its shape was a U-shaped semi-enclosed ring, flat overall, with a diameter of about three hundred meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire ship was grown through biological gene modification; in human terms, it was essentially “grown from a young age,” like cultivating a plant—this too was a manifestation of the “Engineers’” biotechnology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its interior housed a small faster-than-light engine, enabling travel through space at several times the speed of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hull hardness of the Lord of the World far exceeded the metal of Vyland Corporation’s ships; in the movie, when they collided, human ships exploded, while the Lord of the World merely crashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, the female lead and David piloted the “Lord of the World” toward the “Engineers’” homeworld, “Paradise Star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Lord of the World, as a spacecraft, was undoubtedly the greatest haul so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you wish, I can gift you the Lord of the World.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylges, true to his “Engineer” nature, was as sharp-witted as any human: “Of course, you must allow me to first pilot the Lord of the World back to ‘Paradise Star.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, a mere small spacecraft meant nothing to Vylges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he returned to Paradise Star, if nothing went wrong, there should still be a “mother-ship-class” spacecraft there—its size a hundred times that of the “Lord of the World.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hovering above Paradise Star was a spacecraft larger than the Lord of the World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Vylges didn’t know that Alvin, having watched the movie and knowing the details, had already known about the massive mother-ship docked at the ritual plaza on Paradise Star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the mother-ship was vastly larger than the Lord of the World, it lacked any weaponry and served only as a docking “port.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Alvin had little interest in that mother-ship, and besides, if he pushed them too hard, it wouldn’t be worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I permit you to pilot my ship back to Paradise Star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin nodded slightly, agreeing to Vylges’ proposal, but added: “Of course, I will accompany you to Paradise Star. You have no objections, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No objections.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylges had grown accustomed to it—and besides, what right did he have to object?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, there’s something you need to help me with.” Alvin looked at him warmly, speaking in the Engineers’ language: “I need a method to control other organisms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylges wasn’t surprised at all—he found it perfectly reasonable: “Of course. Among our Engineer race, this technology is simple: just implant a nanobiological agent to fully control the target’s neural system. If you wish, I can give it to you right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder they were a specialized biological offshoot race—this thing was just handed over like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When we get back, give one to that old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin told Vylges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vylges nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the open conspiracy was completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, we’ll rest one day on LV-223, then depart for Paradise Star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin swiftly laid out his plan and turned to the others: “Since everything’s been resolved, everyone should return to the ship. I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Vyland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s my honor, Mr. Alvin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vyland secretly rejoiced—he’d known he was right all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Alvin’s group returned to the Prometheus with the clearly non-human Vylges, everyone—including Captain Haneck, his crew, and even his illegitimate daughter Vicks—showed signs of terror and adamantly refused to open the airlock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this minor issue vanished the moment Alvin blasted the airlock open with a single shot; Vicks and the others immediately displayed humanity’s signature ability to switch expressions, warmly welcoming them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elizabeth, suffering from extensive burns, had been placed in an automated medical bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ford, the biologist, wore a grim expression as he cradled the jar of liquid-nitrogen-frozen “xenomorph embryo,” responsible for caring for the “thing” inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who seemed slightly displeased was Vylges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His height made him constantly bump his head walking through the ship; watching the chattering humans around him, he grew increasingly irritated, nearly wanting to crush their skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vyland had returned to his wheelchair and joined Alvin in a secret compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, if you can extend my life, I will give you everything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, Vyland couldn’t wait—he stared at Alvin with feverish intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had little time left; this mission had yielded nothing. If there was no progress soon, he’d soon be hanging on a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin held his lifeline now—he had no need to rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can transfer all assets of Vyland Corporation to you!” Vyland said this not out of stupidity, but because he was clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vyland-Tanggu Corporation was vast, spanning countless industries—even if handed to aliens, they’d still need him to manage it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t need your company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin shook his head. Mining, industry—none of it held any meaning for him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about biomimetic technology?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vyland seemed to have made up his mind, gritting his teeth: “Biomimetic technology is my life’s greatest achievement. I will give you the complete technology in exchange for a method to extend my life. Is that acceptable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin continued shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a gambler at the table holding the winning hand—he must squeeze every last ounce of value from his opponent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster-than-light engines! Atmospheric modification technology! Whatever you want—I’ll give it all to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Vyland resembled a gambler blinded by loss, willing to sacrifice everything just to extend his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Alvin seemed moved. He looked at Vyland’s flushed face and smiled faintly: “Actually, what I value most isn’t those technologies—it’s you. Peter Vyland. You are the most valuable ‘commodity’ of all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I pledge my loyalty to you, Mr. Alvin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vyland smiled too, for he knew that after those words, the alien wouldn’t kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the alien had said, Peter Vyland, alone, had built the interstellar giant Vyland-Tanggu Corporation—he was truly the most valuable commodity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentlemen, let me take a few days to rest and stockpile drafts before resuming daily ten-thousand-word updates. I humbly beg for monthly votes—barely launched, I’ve collided with a black monkey, traffic is pitifully low, and even the platform’s promotion isn’t enough. Please, gentlemen, lend me your support—I’m deeply grateful!\u003C\u002Fp>",1298,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f3ae5ebfc53f975cff073f7bd5c7d79d0028a881b72dee3c3d2f61f5b17fd018","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-100","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-98",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]