Chapter 24: My Starch Is No Problem

The Death Watch is a unit attached to the Judgment Court, specialized in combating Alien Form.

Therefore, when Daiweiluo executed the Nobility in the name of the Judgment Court, the entire Tower Top smoothly completed the transfer of power.

At the same time, Daiweiluo also informed Xisi of his next mission: three days later, Xisi must lead an elite force, serving as Daiweiluo's auxiliary after losing an Asite, and together with him and another Death Watch, head to Low Nest.

During this period, Xisi can replenish his strength as much as possible, and Daiweiluo must gather ample intelligence on Nest City and obtain passage permissions, preparing for entry into Low Nest.

And now, it is the third day since Xisi arrived at Tower Top.

The original Nobility Guard has dyed their uniforms black, and all the new recruits have been added under Xisi's command.

Meanwhile, the Rebel Forces, finding Tower Top of little value, withdrew after several attacks.

The dark blue sky remains as always.

Fresh air from high above turns into a cold wind, brushing the buildings and invigorating the spirit.

The massive Tower Top Plaza.

Rows upon rows of new recruits are undergoing training.

Besides veterans and the already elite Guard, there are also many conscripted soldiers from refugees.

From the high tower overlooking the plaza, Xisi watches the soldiers below spread across the ground like ants, while Bunoke, holding a report to his ear, continuously narrates:

"Fortunately, this Nobility is unwilling to abandon its Nest City, so not only did they not take the supplies away, they even stockpiled a lot."

"These resources are enough for us to cover the losses and expand the troops to 150,000."

"Moreover, although the uniforms are sufficient, the newly added Guard seem eager to learn and voluntarily dyed their uniforms black."

"This even caused the conscripted soldiers to dye theirs black as well."

Xisi raised an eyebrow at the words, not expecting that the previously forced, helpless choice, after Xisi had led the legion for so long, had gradually formed a legion culture.

To the point where a soldier without a Black Uniform does not qualify as a Regiment soldier.

After finishing, Bunoke placed the report before Xisi.

He reached out, took it, and Xisi quickly scanned the list; the weapons and gear were satisfactory, not only re-equipping the troops fully, but also adding five Infantry Regiments.

Moreover, these soldiers are no longer the previously half‑hearted guarantee of one rifle per man, with heavy firepower being especially scarce.

The twenty‑five Infantry Regiments under Xisi are fully armed according to Star Realm Army standards, and even include an Artillery Regiment.

In future battles, he can finally unleash an artillery barrage before drawing his sword.

But as his mouth twitched upward while scanning the list, Xisi froze the moment he reached the final supplies entry.

"Why is the food so scarce?"

He could even say he was surprised; after all, with so much armament, there is no reason the food wouldn't be stocked.

Bunoke pursed his lips and explained helplessly:

"If these supplies only considered the Nobility and the Guard, they would last a hundred years."

"But now, adding the refugees who fled up here, they would last only a month."

Xisi's hearing did not resolve his doubt; it only deepened it.

Pointing at the conscripted soldiers below, fully focused on training because they have food, and at several distant refugee camps, Xisi frowned:

"Did these refugees not need to eat before we arrived?"

Bunoke, helplessly:

"Eat."

"Then what did they eat before?"

"They ate refugees."

Xisi: "......"

His brow instantly relaxed; Xisi looked at Bunoke's even more evident helplessness and suddenly felt his earlier question was somewhat childish.

Bunoke sighed and pointed to a factory in the distance that, despite the complete fall of Middle‑Low Nest, still belched thick smoke outward:

"The Nobility, to endure long term, installed a Starch Factory on Tower Top."

"Before we arrived, the only food for Tower Top refugees was the Corpse Starch produced inside."

Xisi followed his gaze, and upon seeing the factory, his hands drooped helplessly.

The factory was currently a bustling scene of abundant raw material, and on the main road outward, trucks of Starch were continuously being shipped out.

Surprisingly, the largest portion did not go to the refugee camps but to the various garrisons of Xisi's legions.

Xisi could only remain silent, silently preparing to accept reality, but when returning the list to Bunoke, Bunoke opened his mouth and closed it again, hesitating.

Xisi noticed the previously silent expression resurfacing with doubt.

After all, it's rare for something to make this foul‑mouthed adjutant even hesitate to speak.

"Speak!"

Having no patience to wait for Bunoke to speak, Xisi ordered directly.

And the long‑suppressed Bunoke finally exhaled, his face odd as he spoke:

"Ana, there is a technique that uses Phosphorus, chemical waste, and corpses to process large quantities of Starch."

Xisi's eyes lit up; after all, who knows how long they'll stay here? Starch is never too much.

But Xisi's brightness faded as he gradually realized Bunoke's odd expression.

Because of those three raw materials, the most normal one turned out to be TM corpses!

Xisi's face turned blankly stunned, stared at Bunoke a few times, and without waiting for further explanation, turned and walked downward.

Xisi was determined to see what kind of monster this Starch really was!

Soon, Xisi led Bunoke to a new recruit camp.

As the place for Ana's experiments, the new recruits here became the first batch of lab rats.

And as a reward, they could receive an unlimited supply of abundant Starch.

At this moment, Ana was standing in the crowd admiring her great invention.

Because unlike other camps where food is almost instantly finished, here each soldier's bowl holds solid starch chunks, paired with still adequate grease, which actually leaves the soldiers eating with satisfied faces.

The soldiers were busy eating and had no time to react, but when Xisi arrived before the camp, he froze outright.

Because at this moment Xisi felt that what he led seemed not human, but a group wearing the wrong equipment—'Titans'!

"My soldiers, why are they all blue???"

The Titan people of the Titan Empire are entirely blue-skinned.

Xisi even couldn't help but speak directly, and Bunoke was also speechless, his expression reaching the peak of bewilderment.

On the contrary, seeing Xisi rush over to inspect her masterpiece, Ana's face overflowed with even greater pride.

Walking over with head held high, Ana looked at Xisi with eyes full of expectation, hoping to receive his praise.

But after Xisi stared for a while, he simply couldn't get the words of praise out; after moving the corners of his mouth several times, he pointed at the soldiers and couldn't help but speak:

"Ana, are you sure your starch has no problems???"

Ana hadn't expected that Xisi's first sentence would be not praise but doubt.

She froze for a moment, but she wasn't angry; instead, she quite rationally accepted the client's question, turned her head, and began to seriously examine her product.

Approaching the soldiers, Ana almost opened all her observation equipment, even releasing two Servo Skulls to scan all the soldiers.

Ana herself even manually pried open one soldier's eyelid to examine his eyeball.

The assisting mechanical arm behind her was not idle either; with a soldier's eyes widened, a thick needle tube stabbed into the back of his neck, directly drawing a can of blood.

And without that can of blood, that soldier became even bluer.

Watching Ana concentrate, Xisi let out a sigh of relief deep down—what if Ana were colorblind? What if this half-baked Mechanical Church could fix it?

But Xisi's expectation went unmet; Ana, who had wasted half a day, returned to him with a serious, even stern expression, then held up various parameters Xisi couldn't understand, her face full of certainty:

"Group Leader, my starch has no problem!"

Xisi: "......???"

His cheeks twitched uncontrollably; Xisi even thought he might be seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes and took another earnest look.

When Xisi confirmed that these soldiers had indeed turned into 'Titans', he didn't hesitate this time, pointing directly at the soldiers:

"But they're all fucking blue!"

This time, Ana's doubts toward Xisi finally vanished, replaced by an expression of sudden realization.

Nodding slightly, Ana wore a face of complete understanding:

"If Group Leader is referring to this point, from a biological standpoint, my great starch indeed has a small flaw."

"But from the perspective of your soldiers' careers, my starch is perfect and pure!"

Xisi's eyes widened instantly; he hadn't expected that this would involve him as well.

Xisi couldn't hold back and spoke:

"What if they don't die?!"

Upon hearing this, Ana's face finally flushed with anger, even showing the fury of being blamed.

"Not dead?"

"Isn't this something you, the superior, should reflect on?!"