Ever since Omega realized that he, a transmigrator, was incomplete, he had been constantly thinking about his 'Transmigrator Completion Plan.'
But he had no clue, he had shouted 'panel,' and touched electric gates, luckily his body was tough, otherwise he would have stiffened.
Omega: The voltage on Forge World is really high!
Some things, it's fine if you don't think about them, but once you do, they immediately gnaw at your heart.
This worried him so much that he couldn't sleep for nights, his mind filled with wild thoughts all day long:
Is it not time yet? Or is some condition missing? Could it be that the cheat ran away?
This!?
It's hard to say! It's almost 42K, everything that should have happened has happened, it's hard to make waves by crossing the river by feeling the stones.
Perhaps the Emperor, that old man, is already ready to stand up and explode with Chaos at any moment!
Hiss…
Possible! Otherwise, why would neither side bother with me, a transmigrator?
Could it be that my soul is no different from an ordinary person?
So unwilling… No!
No difference is good! No difference is wonderful!
Emperor above! I can also be loyal! I can also have faith.
… … … …
Let's temporarily not mention Omega, who was almost driving himself insane.
In this spiritual dimension known as the Warp, it has many names: Warp, Immaterium, Void, Aether, Sea of Souls, and also the Realm of Chaos. (Hereafter, it will be uniformly referred to as the Warp)
The Warp is born from the thoughts, dreams, and emotions of every psychically attuned sentient race in the galaxy.
It is a mirror dimension of pure energy, a reflection of the material world, and the destination of the thoughts, emotions, and souls of all sentient beings.
Time and space are meaningless within the Warp, because in the Warp, space and time are infinite and irrelevant. Its energy is in constant chaos, subjected to endless disturbances.
The Chaos Gods and their daemon legions hunt the souls of mortals, which are like fireflies in the night, as well as the emotions they cherish.
In this sea of souls where there is no time and no space.
An egg, an obscure egg that seems to be ignored even when seen, a solid egg that seems unbreakable, an egg with constantly swirling ripples.
Omega was an egg.
(Omega: Who are you calling an egg?)
Omega always thought that the knowledge that occasionally popped into his head was unsealed transmitted knowledge, but that wasn't entirely true.
The soul of a transmigrator was, after all, quite peculiar.
As mentioned before, the Warp is the destination of thoughts, emotions, and souls, and a mirror of the real world. This means that knowledge created in the real world according to the thoughts and desires of intelligent life will inevitably remain in the Warp along with thoughts and emotions.
While Omega's eggshell provided him with concealment and protection, it also acted like a search engine. When Omega focused on something, just like triggering a keyword, the eggshell would search for related information. (Currently limited to technological knowledge)
However, because the Warp is volatile, much like network signals that are sometimes good and sometimes bad, and furthermore, Omega was not aware of his ability to actively intervene, the passively obtained information was fragmented.
Omega, who was completely unaware of his ability and was born on a Forge World, naturally saw things related to the Adeptus Mechanicus, so he subconsciously assumed all this information was a result of his past life's memories and transmitted knowledge.
(The Emperor and Chaos really don't know there's such a hard-to-hide, peculiar egg.)
Let's return to Omega. The days since Omega gave up struggling and completely lay flat have been quite comfortable.
After half a year, he can now kowtow to hot-shot lasguns. As for plasma cannons, it's not that his kowtowing technique is bad; it's purely because he's too short and can't reach the barrel.
To this, Omega expressed: Boys develop slowly, what can he do?
However, for other Tech-priest, everyone has been visibly more irritable lately.
According to the news Omega gathered, it's said that because the Imperial Far East Joint Command is preparing to intensify efforts against the T'au, they requested the Tyeedan Forge World to accelerate weapon delivery, and somehow even obtained a personal order from Regent Guilliman.
Great Sage Will, renowned as the 'Regent's Hound,' initiated a planet-wide broadcast on the day he received the Regent's order.
The general content was: For the Imperium, for humanity, and for Great Sage Will's image in the Regent's heart, overtime! From the Great Sage down to the servitors, efficiency must be increased by another twenty percent.
It is said that on the day of the speech, someone launched a suicidal attack on the Great Forge Temple and was unfortunately captured. Video data of him being personally welded to the production line by the Great Sage was leaked by someone and widely circulated among the Tech-priest' binary communication network.
At the same time, the prices of various prosthetics and mechanical organs on the market surged by fifty percent. Many Priests, unable to afford the exorbitant prices, had no choice but to opt for second-hand prosthetics. Anomalous workers in various factories occasionally caused disturbances, and the entire Forge World was filled with wails.
Omega's life was also affected somewhat, but the problems were not significant.
In addition to going to the warehouse for blessings and inspections every five days, he now also has the identity of a lecturer, responsible for teaching the apprentices.
In the past six months at the Mechanical Temple, with his excellent memory, Omega has been flipping through books faster and faster. He has finished all the books in the library and has mastered all the theoretical knowledge he should have, but he didn't tell Sage Lauster, seeing how miserable the Priests were.
What's the point of a transmigrator without a cheat trying so hard?
However, perhaps seeing how leisurely Omega was, Sage Lauster, passing by the library and seeing Omega being served by apprentices and casually answering their questions, immediately announced that no other Priests would be arranged to teach the apprentices from now on; this kid would do it.
Omega expressed opposition, saying his knowledge was insufficient and he feared misleading others.
Sage Lauster merely said that every circuit and every gear in the public area of this Mechanical Temple was under his surveillance, and some people shouldn't take advantage of his kindness.
Omega expressed that Sage, you are right, he, Omega, a 'Half-step Priest,' will do his best to cultivate qualified 'Tech-Mules' for the Temple.
Thinking about it, it was true. Omega's performance could not possibly have been hidden from Sage Lauster. It was only because his body could not withstand the work intensity of the Tech-priest that he was given a blind eye.
Of course, there were benefits. Now Omega could receive an additional 'Lecturer's Allowance' specially approved by Sage Lauster.
Omega did not give up the 'blessing' work. Although he had 'learned' the theoretical knowledge, the knowledge in his mind had not been fully absorbed. During 'blessing,' fragmented knowledge about the design, production, and modification of these weapons would still occasionally pop up, but it was too fragmented to form a system.
Omega thought to himself, that's right. Although the Forge World was more generous to bio-engineered humans like him than he expected, it wasn't generous enough to give him complete STC templates. Scattered knowledge allowed 'Tech-Mules' like him to quickly get started, meeting the product demands for which they were created.
Kowtowing one day and teaching four days is his current routine, which can be expected to continue for several years.
The apprentices' adoration +1000, his boss status is unshakable.
His relationship with the other Tech-priest also became much more harmonious. As he mastered more knowledge, they naturally had more common ground and wouldn't be unable to get the 'G-spot' of their conversations like at the beginning, leading to awkward chats.
Interestingly, there were quite a few 'day-to-day' people among these Tech-priest, which completely contradicted Omega's preconceived notions of these Tech-priest from his transmigration.
There were tech-obsessed individuals who wholeheartedly believed in the omnissiah and pursued knowledge with all their might, but they were few in number. Most were 'day-to-day' people and 'fun-seekers.'
In the words of these 'day-to-day' people: My talent is my work, my interest is my life.
You can't just say that making lasguns is knowledge, and studying plants is not knowledge, or that one knowledge is more sacred than another.
With the accumulation of knowledge, interest can also become work.
— A certain Oil Girl who wished to remain anonymous.
It's imaginable how big a blow Great Sage Will's mandatory overtime order was to these 'day-to-day' Tech-priest.
These things had nothing to do with Omega; he was quite willing to watch them being forced into overtime for entertainment.
"Alright, that's all for today. Class dismissed."
Jumping off the raised podium, Omega smacked his lips as he looked at the apprentices below, whose minds were dazed and eyes glazed over but still wanted more, and the non-apprentices cowering in the corner, listening in.
It's the environment that shapes people after all! What's with this damn sense of guilt?
Ignoring the heavy, potentially deadly, parchment books on the podium, Omega, surrounded by eager apprentices, walked with them towards the Temple's main gate.
"Lecturer Boss, have you heard?"
Okay, the address changed again. Finally, no 'little' in it!
"Heard what?"
"I heard the Great Forge Temple was attacked again!"
Heh! No wonder rumors spread so fast. It happened in the morning, and by the afternoon, even the lowest-level servitors knew about it.
"Don't go digging for such news! Knowing it won't do you any good, and not knowing it won't affect you."
"Yes, yes… Boss is right."
"Paul, has the person you introduced arrived yet?"
Apprentice Paul, the oldest apprentice, will participate in the Tech-Priest selection in a few months. Whether he gets selected depends on the omnissiah and his own performance. If he's not selected, he must go to work in the factory, though he can directly become a foreman. However, this would almost certainly cut off his possibility of becoming a Tech-Priest, making it nearly impossible for him to have free time to continue his studies.
He now wished he could stick to Omega 24 hours a day, desperately absorbing every piece of knowledge from Omega's mouth.
"Of course, you might not know yet how high your prestige is in our district now!"
"Haha, as tall as several stories?" Omega replied jokingly.
Paul, much taller than Omega, bowed and scraped, flattering, "Haha, that's much taller than a building."
Omega certainly knew. Apprentices used to mainly self-study, and Priests lectured only when they felt like it or had time, unlike him, who lectured four days out of five.
Since he started lecturing, more and more children were sent to the Mechanical Temple by their parents.