It was precisely because of these repeated thefts that the Tower began to raise its vigilance. After several failed attempts to capture him, Corax successfully managed to make the overseers, who were responsible for operating the surveillance equipment, selectively ignore Corax's figure when he appeared on the monitors.
Corax's 'zero-cost shopping' activities became increasingly frequent. However, the administrators on the Tower had already noticed the problem of stolen medicine and had set up traps multiple times to try and capture him, but they couldn't even get a glimpse of him. What kind of existence was Corax? A mere group of armed overseers thought they could catch his shadow; they must have been dreaming.
Furthermore, the Tower's management never even considered the possibility that it was those lowly miner slaves. Lycaeus was not an isolated, closed-off mining world; the minerals dug out by the miners were all transported to the smelting factories in the rear, processed into metal raw materials, and then transported via a gravity well to Kiavahr for further production into various agricultural or military products. At the same time, through the gravity well, many other people from Kiavahr also returned to the mining world, as the tech guilds controlling Kiavahr were not comprised of just one family.
The Tower's administrators had reason to suspect that it was the work of their rival factions. This was because news of certain tech guild families stirring up trouble on Kiavahr also came intermittently. It must be said that Corax's 'under the lamp is darkest' method was indeed very effective.
Although Corax would not be discovered, as time passed, the situation of miners starting to organize would soon be discovered by the Tower.
"Have the weapon workshops prepare to begin full-scale weapon production, reduce food rations by one-third, and exchange all available ore for supplies," Swain mused for a moment before making his decision. With Corax's actions, he knew that the miners on this mining world, which had failed countless times, were soon to usher in a new destiny. Destiny's gift was about to arrive, but whether they could accept this gift would depend on whether they dared to stand up amidst such a dramatic change and successfully survive.
"If you're back, come out. Why do you always hide in the shadows?" Swain frowned and threw a stone towards the shadows in the corner of the balcony. The broken stone flew through the air in a graceful arc towards the corner. Under Nekser's thoughtful gaze, a pale hand reached out from the shadows, and a long, slender palm firmly caught the stone thrown at him.
"Swain, I've found that no matter how much my stealth ability improves, you can always find me? Is there too big a flaw in me?" Corax walked out of the corner with a puzzled expression.
"You're already right under my nose. With your ability, a sudden burst would be enough to kill me countless times over. Isn't that enough?" Swain got up from the stone stool and said, looking up. He wasn't looking up to show off, but because Corax was simply too tall.
Originally, Corax's height only reached his waist, but in two years he had grown to 2.5 meters, and he would continue to grow, which made Swain, who was only 2 meters tall, very melancholic. It was already tiring to talk while looking up, and Corax would continue to grow taller in the future, which would be even more tiring.
After the various crazy modifications by the tech masterminds of the Golden Age, the human population in the Warhammer universe generally stood around 1.7-1.8 meters tall, and their various bodily functions were many times stronger than those of previous humans. Even the 'human content' in the human genome had dropped to an appalling degree, and various mutants were produced by mutations in the various chaotic genes of other races incorporated into the human body.
"What's the scenery like on Kiavahr?" Swain pulled over a stone stool for Corax and then lay back down himself. Talking while looking up was too tiring; he might as well lie down.
"The scenery in the upper levels is beautiful, but for the people in the lower levels, it's an even more cruel hell than Lycaeus," Corax pondered for a moment before giving an answer that Swain had never expected.
"Huh??" Swain's face immediately showed a 'questioning face'. His predecessor was a native born on the mining satellite, not one of those exiled, so he knew little about Kiavahr. Those exiled political elites and war heroes were not low-level individuals, and as for those heinous criminals, most of them were in the west.
"Tell me about it," Swain quickly reacted. What world was he in? The Warhammer world, ah, wasn't this a unique feature of the Warhammer world? Moreover, although Kiavahr was not a Forge World, it was a powerful industrial world.
Environmental pollution was a minor issue; whether it was a Forge World or an Industrial World, the most terrifying thing there was "efficiency." Yes, efficiency. In such a world, everything was meticulously planned by those in power, whether it was labor time or resource consumption; the limits of the human body were calculated with extreme precision.
Workers operated at full capacity in two 24-hour shifts; if someone at a certain post died suddenly, new workers would immediately replace them; if parts broke, Tech-Priests would immediately come to repair them; and transport ships, one after another, transported raw materials and various finished products according to planned times and routes. Such a world was itself a giant factory; meticulousness and strict rules were its greatest features. Everything here was for efficiency, for production capacity.
"It's pretty much what the teacher taught me—nothing more than the stark contrast between the extravagant lives of the nobles who monopolize all power and resources, and the dire straits of the common people," Corax calmly leaned against the back of the stone stool. However, Swain knew that beneath the Primarch's calm exterior, there must be an incredibly burning rage.
"So, this time you're back to turn in your 'paper'? Have you made a decision?" Swain stood up, his gaze like a hawk, staring intently into Corax's eyes with powerful pressure, asking word by word. Even sitting, Corax was almost as tall as Swain standing, but at this moment, the aura emanating from Swain forced Corax to stand up and answer him seriously.
"Yes, Swain, I have made my decision. I want to lead the miners and the people of the lower strata here in an uprising, to lead my brothers and sisters to take control!" Corax declared his will to Swain with a very firm tone.
"Naturally, it includes Kiavahr," Corax said.
"Corax, have you considered that human greed knows no bounds? Even if you manage to lead your brothers and sisters to seize control here, time will pass—and such conflicts will arise again. When that day comes, and you stand against those who were once your kin, what will you do?" Swain asked. It was a flaw not just of humanity, but of all short-lived species.
"If it comes to that… then I will act as needed," Corax replied, his expression unshaken. Whether on Lycaeus or Kiavahr, he had seen the same vacant eyes and lifeless faces, people moving like the dead.