Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

When you arrive at the newly opened factory, a group of soldiers are checking your study certificates at the gate. Raising their bayonets means you can pass.

Sam followed the crowd. Far more people had obtained certificates of common sense learning than he imagined. He felt like he was moving from one crowd to another.

"Stand according to the footprints! Don't move! Raise your hands flat in a T shape. I believe you people can understand what I'm saying."

A voice came from above Sam's head. It sounded like a female voice, but there was deep impatience and resentment in the voice.

Everyone was a little at a loss. They stood on the footprints and looked around, but no one stretched out their arms to make a T shape.

"This is why I like dealing with students..." A female sigh came, and a large screen lit up, and a standard video of a demonstration by an Astra Militarum soldier was playing.

Everyone followed suit and stood still on the footprints in a T shape.

A beam of light came and scanned everyone. The beam shone on everyone's clothes, a buzzing sound reached Sam's ears, and he had the urge to sneeze.

The process of irradiating the beam was very short. After five seconds, everyone was told to put down their arms and walk into the doors of different colors according to the color of their clothes.

Sam turned around and saw that everyone was wearing new clothes, no longer the original gray and white clothes. These new clothes are not only different in color, but also in the style of the uniforms.

The off-white clothes don't fit that well. The pleats and the large sleeves of the robe give the clothes enough space to be modified. A skillful person can sew and cut the wide cuffs to make the clothes fit snugly.

These new clothes fit tightly against the body, and the personnel covered them tightly.

Sam didn't feel dull, nor did he feel that his body's sensitivity to the outside world had decreased.

If it wasn't for the close-fitting feeling, he wouldn't even think he was wearing any clothes.

Sam walked into the red-painted door. It was difficult for him to see what the top of the huge factory production room looked like. The endless conveyor belts and various mechanical arms filled Sam's field of vision.

The place is clean and solemn, with various religious decorations occupying the free space. Complex scriptures and poems were written on boards and placed around the robotic arm.

The servo skull was floating around, with a swaying incense burner hanging underneath. As the material inside burned, wisps of smoke fell from it.

A feeling of piety arose from within, and Sam didn't even know how he got to work. When he recovered from his awe, he only saw a shimmering console and a smooth and shiny mechanical arm in front of him.

He could see a shadow that belonged to him. There must be a glass-like barrier between him and the production line.

"All workers, now browse the technical instructions displayed on the operating station."

The sound echoed in the huge factory room. Sam obeyed the instructions and looked at the shimmering operating table.

A beeping sound sounded, and a string of words and images appeared. It introduces the functions and functions of the buttons on the operating table, and tells workers what to do if there is a problem with the equipment.

Sam can still understand these things. After all, as a person who has passed the general knowledge test, his basic understanding ability has been trained by the soldiers.

Even if he doesn't understand some of the details and more technical terms, at least he knows that the images exist to help him strengthen his understanding and memory.

The technical guide is not long, and it only takes about 3 minutes to read through it. The most emphasized point throughout this technical guide is to get out of the house as soon as you hear the bell, and don’t waste a second.

Sam was still in a daze when he saw this. How could there be people who disliked people working for a long time? Thinking about the more than ten years that he had been working hard in the old city, he had done all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

He has seen both good and bad customers, but no matter what, these people always adhere to the principle that if I pay, you have to do a good job.

One dollar buys you one hour of labor, and they are eager to ask you to work for another half hour.

All in all, I have only seen people urging people to work overtime, but I have never seen anyone shouting at people to get off work on time.

An announcement came and the production line moved slowly. Sam watched the robotic arm do the same thing repeatedly, and the work on his hands was limited to the repetitive cycle of a few buttons.

Sometimes he would press the wrong button because he was unfamiliar, but the robotic arm did not seem to have a high demand for his button operations, and he still carried out his work meticulously.

This should be a huge project, and the parts installed in his hands should be part of a more magnificent sacred device, but Sam couldn't see this.

The blacksmith can gain a sense of accomplishment from forging a magic weapon, starting from a piece of ore and ending with a sharp blade. Although the production is a bit slow, the blacksmith can experience every link in the forging and become a master of production.

But workers on the assembly line are limited to this small space. There is no skill or beauty in the repetitive movements of the hands, only proficiency and speed are steadily improving.

Sam didn't know this. He only knew that he was doing it faster and faster, and he was so comfortable with the sequential operation of the buttons.

Jingle bell bell~

A sharp ringing sounded, which was the sound of the off-duty bell. Sam was a little surprised. He didn't know how long he had been working, but his body did not feel the soreness of his muscles from long-term exercise. Judging from this, his labor time was definitely not long.

He looked at the robotic arm and found that it was still running, and the parts on the assembly line were still moving forward slowly.

So what's the point of my job?

Hey, what the hell. It's pretty easy anyway, isn't it?

Sam curled his lips and decided not to think about such boring questions. And he also noticed that just after he left, a new worker took over his place. The announcement sounded again, and the worker who took his place began to browse the technical guide.

Shift system? So how many shifts does this have to be?

Sam walked out of the door at the other end, which had a huge clock on it. Sam roughly calculated his working hours. It took him about 4 hours from the time he entered the factory to the time he left for the shift. If the walking time in between was taken into account, his working time was much less than 4 hours.

"Are these people here for charity?" Sam murmured to himself, and then he heard someone behind him complaining that he had only done such a small amount of work, and his whole body began to feel weak.