I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

At the same time that Lino was adapting to orc life.

Upper Hive, First District.

Osges was in his study, tallying the points and spoils from the recent cleansing operation.

The evening breeze rustled through the corners of the room, and a figure emerged as the curtains swayed.

She leaned against the window frame, arms crossed, revealing the curves of her body completely in the artificial moonlight.

Osges glanced up, then continued his calculations:

"Ruth, did you get what I asked for?"

Ruth, by the window, pitifully wrinkled her delicate nose, her voice cloyingly sweet:

"Osges, darling, I almost got caught by the Judges for you…"

"Spare me the theatrics. Put the thing down, take the money on the table, and leave. I have a lot to do and no time to waste on you."

Osges’s tone was indifferent.

Ruth’s face froze. She glared at him, unzipped her jacket, took out an object, and placed it on the table by the window, grabbing the heavy money bag in her hand.

Another evening breeze swept through, the curtains dancing in the wind. When they settled, Ruth was gone.

The psionic reading on the wall dropped to zero, indicating that Ruth, who had used psionic power to become invisible, was far away.

Osges’s changed from indifference to urgency. He stood up quickly, closed the window, drew the curtains, and picked up the object on the table with trembling hands.

It was a metal object covered in cuneiform script, with a dark cyan luster. The material felt like steel, yet it was somewhat soft to the touch and heavy in his hand.

Its surface was seamless, without any indentations, gaps, or keyholes.

Without knowing the correct way to open it, no one could.

Forcibly breaking it open would trigger the internal self-destruct mechanism, turning the contents to dust.

Osges had a secret.

Not long ago, he had injected himself with Ghost Potion and successfully awakened a psionic ability.

When he was stumped by a problem, this psionic ability would transmit the answer to him.

Just like now.

"Aperite, arca hereditaria Akheresi."

Osges chanted the secret words that the psionic power told him in a low voice.

The metal object emitted a crisp clicking sound.

Two seconds later, the top cover of the metal object popped open automatically, and a gray light flowed out.

Osges gently lifted the lid. A strange life form sealed inside a transparent glass sphere came into view.

Its appearance was somewhat similar to a virus magnified to the size of a fingernail.

It had a round sphere, covered with protrusions, and on top of the protrusions were slender rods, the ends of which were tentacles attached to the inner wall of the glass sphere.

The psionic power told Osges that this thing was an ancient pathogenic strain.

It could create a large-scale plague that would be difficult to eradicate.

Corpses and death, these were exactly what Osges wanted.

Especially corpses.

The local Underhive had been cleansed, and a large number of Ghost Mushrooms had fallen into the hands of the Hive City.

In the foreseeable future, Epimetheus would surely usher in glory with the Ghost Mushrooms.

But, don’t forget, the nourishment for Ghost Mushrooms is people.

Living people are best, but dead people will do.

Live sacrifices would attract the suppression of the Imperial Department of Justice.

But corpses are different.

Osges had calculated that the daily death toll in the Hive City could only guarantee a monthly output of less than 10,000 bottles of Ghost Potion.

This was not enough, not nearly enough. He wanted to expand production, expand production, and expand production again, ensuring that all the families who supported him could prosper by relying on Ghost Potion.

Deliberately creating a large-scale death of the population in the Hive City was undoubtedly digging his own grave.

A plague in the neighboring star field was perfect.

When the casualties there were heavy, the friend he made in planetary diplomacy would help him transport the corpses, endlessly, inexhaustibly.

Once this was done, the benefits would be immediate and long-lasting. He would surely be able to rely on the Ghost Mushroom production created by corpses to become a confidant of Tido in one fell swoop, indirectly taking the position of Governor.

The premise was…

…not to let anyone discover that he was the mastermind behind the disaster in the neighboring star field.

Osges activated his psionic power, entered a state of contemplation, and listened to the guidance from the psionic power.

After a while, he entered the pharmaceutical room, quickly formulated a potion, and encapsulated the pathogenic strain in a blue-purple potion.

This potion could temporarily seal the parasitic ability of the pathogenic strain, preventing it from infecting living organisms in the near future, without completely losing its activity.

Osges put the potion in his pocket, called his guards, and took a special car to the orbital elevator, all the way up to the orbital dockyard.

The dockyard was busy 24 hours a day, with freighters, warships, and shuttles constantly lingering here.

In a corner of the dockyard, a freighter controlled by the local Coin Guild was docked.

Osges boarded the freighter and followed the winding passage to the VIP room on the upper deck.

In name, he was here to discuss interstellar orders with Hakas Business, the son of the chief merchant representative.

In reality, Hakas was his close friend, accomplice, and deeply intertwined stakeholder.

The two had jointly planned the entire plague disaster.

"How is it? Is the potion ready?"

Hakas asked in a low voice, his expression faintly excited.

"It’s ready. Have you chosen the person to carry out the plan?" Osges took out the blue-purple potion encapsulated in the glass bottle.

Hakas put the potion in his pocket and called Osges to walk towards the secret door of the VIP room:

"The choice of personnel is foolproof. That guy is the leader of the Water-Drawing Gang in the Ruins District. He’s very smooth and wants to live very much. As soon as I offered to hire him to be a commercial spy on an alien planet, he immediately agreed and accepted the commercial spy modification surgery on the spot."

Osges nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"Has the target location of the plan changed recently?"

"There have been no changes. Everything is normal there, as chaotic as ever, filled with cold trade merchants engaged in alien specimen trading, illegal fleets, subspecies, and a staggering number of various aliens. These scoundrels, unprotected by the Empire, only waste the Empire’s resources by living. Your potion can just solve the Empire’s problems."

Hakas opened the secret door and walked into it with Osges, pouring the potion down the throat of the unconscious commercial spy in front of him.

The freighter was about to set sail, using subspace navigation to reach its destination.

According to the time of the physical universe, the freighter would be able to dock in at most 4 Terra days.

By then, the sealing effect of the potion on the pathogenic strain would be automatically lifted, and the commercial spy would be infected by the pathogenic strain, thereby spreading the epidemic without his awareness.

This was like yeast fermenting in a wine vat. As long as you give it time, you will definitely reap something.

Osges and Hakas returned to the VIP room, poured two glasses of fine wine, one for each person.

"Cheers to our future Ghost Potion trade." Hakas couldn’t help but rejoice, the corners of his mouth raised in an obvious arc, as if he saw the huge profits brought by the Ghost Potion being sold all over the Empire.

Osges also smiled:

"To the glory and prosperity of Aypemite! Promise me, Harkas, you must repeatedly remind yourself that what we are doing is not only for our own benefit, but also to secure a bright future for the entire Aypemite nobility."

"I promise you, Osgos, we are righteous, and our profits come from those outlaws, not from the residents of the Imperial world. May our friendship last forever, my future Governor."

Harkas, holding a wine glass, with one foot forward and one foot back, bent over and bowed.

Osgos was very pleased, squinting his eyes and clinking glasses with the other party.

The scarlet wine swayed in the glass, ripples splashing with the collision of the glasses.

The two men raised their heads and drank the blood-red wine, enjoying it heartily.

After drinking their fill, they walked off the ship with a slight intoxication, watching the cargo ship set sail.

Osgos invited Harkas to return to the First District in his private car.

Halfway there, the evening breeze blew, and Harkas's drunkenness dissipated. He rubbed his chin and asked:

"Osgos, what is your potion made of? Are you sure the plague it creates won't linger on the corpses? If the corpses carry a large number of pathogenic strains, then I have to prepare a special disinfection team to deal with them. This is no small expense."

"Don't worry, Harkas," Osgos said with a confident smile:

"That bottle of potion is very special. The pathogenic strains it releases will only infect living hosts. Once they die, the strains will also die. There will be no pathogenic strains on the dead. You don't need to set up a special disinfection team, just wait to receive the corpses."

"I believe you, my future Governor," Harkas hiccuped and whispered:

"Have you named this potion?"

Osgos recalled the symptoms of infection that the psychic energy had told him:

"Well... From what I understand, people infected with the plague have no external symptoms other than back pain. They will eventually die because their spinal cord is completely eaten away by the bacteria. So, we can simply call this potion the Spinal Devourer."

Harkas laughed loudly:

"Spinal Devourer? That name is really straightforward. I wish your naming ability was half as good as your planning ability."

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"I wish my Universal Psychic Energy Material limit was half as good as Mad Doctor's."

On an unknown orc planet, inside a shack in an orc settlement.

Li Nuo looked at the appraisal result, his teeth itching with envy.

【Name: Mad Doctor Sack's Psychic Field】

【Universal Psychic Energy Material Storage: 46 / 50 units.】

【Automatically restores 1 unit of Universal Psychic Energy Material every 24 hours. Recovery stops when storage reaches the limit.】

Universal Psychic Energy Material, 'I Fink So' power, casting consumables for orc technology witchcraft, whatever you call it, anyway, these nouns all refer to things that come from an individual's psychic field.

After Li Nuo confirmed that his psychic field was somewhat similar to that of the orcs, he had some guesses about the origin of the [Mushroom Farm].

Most likely it was the work of the Old Ones.

What was the last straw that crushed the Old Ones at the end of the War in Heaven?

It was the Enslavers.

The Enslavers were a type of warp entity that enslaved the Old Ones' servants, rapidly eroding the Old Ones' forces from within, ultimately leading to their defeat.

My situation is similar to this.

Ingesting things with warp components is equivalent to allowing warp power to enter your body, disintegrating yourself from within.

If my psychic field hadn't blocked the warp entity of the Mendicant Creed, the consequences would have been disastrous.

After figuring this out, Li Nuo broke out in a cold sweat, and from then on decided not to let anything with warp components enter his body, lest he lose his life.

Back to the main matter at hand.

Can I use Mad Doctor's body to collect ordinary orc spores?

The answer is, yes, but not completely.

The orc's life form is very special, being both a fungus, a plant, and an animal.

In the earliest stage of orc spores, the spores are defined as reproductive spores, and their life form is a fungus.

Orc spores in this stage can be placed in a fungal warehouse.

Li Nuo has already stored hundreds in the warehouse for later use.

When an orc spore grows into mycelium, it cannot be placed in a fungal warehouse.

Because at this time, the orc spore becomes a strange creature that is half fungus and half plant.

As time goes by, squigs, grots, or small orc boys are bred in the fruiting body, and the orc spore transforms into a form that combines fungus, plant, and animal.

It can feed on carrion like a fungus, photosynthesize like a plant, and also has flesh and blood components.

To sum it up in one sentence, orc spores that have not landed can be put into the fungal warehouse, but once they land for more than about 1 minute, they cannot be stored in the fungal warehouse.

This is the result of Li Nuo's repeated experiments.

From this, it can be deduced that squigs, grots, and weak orc boyz cannot be stored in the fungal warehouse either.

"I fink dat's not bad. In da future, if I don't like someone, I'll plant mushrooms in their territory."

Li Nuo chuckled to himself, subconsciously referring to himself as "I".

He calmed down and searched his memories.

Sack's past was placed deep in his mind by the system, and concentrating on recalling it would make it appear.

In the orc clan, the Mad Doctor's status is very high.

Sack's living environment has nothing to do with the word "high status".

In fact, the place where he is now is not the territory of a certain clan, but a neutral area that happens to be between the major clans.

Sack's original clan has been destroyed.

He lost all his belongings and three of his limbs in the process of fleeing, and fled to the neutral area to make a living.

The balance in this neutral area is very fragile.

If the surrounding orc clans were not evenly matched, it would be impossible for it to exist.

In the foreseeable future, this place will definitely become the central area of ​​the clan melee. Mad Doctor Sack's existing things will be wiped out, and he himself will be completely defeated.

Um.

It's pretty miserable.

But what does that have to do with me, Li Nuo.

If Sack dies, I'll just possess another orc.

The key is that I have to recover the cost of 5 magic spores.

Before, spending 1 magic spore got 139 simulation points.

This time, I have to get at least 700 simulation points to make it worthwhile.

700 simulation points correspond to getting 700 points in the simulation.

Killing 1 orc boy gets 2 points, a shoota boy is 3 points, getting praised by the orc clan leader is a one-time reward of 100 points...

Calculating it this way, how many orcs do I have to kill to earn 700 points?

Li Nuo opened the fungal warehouse and looked at it. The stock of Kill-happy Fungus was sufficient.

Why not use the poison in the fungal warehouse to do something big?

Just as Li Nuo was thinking this, a large hand wearing metal armor knocked on the door panel, making a loud bang.