Chapter 67: Pure-Blooded Human!

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Weren't those all humans? How did they turn into aliens?

Eden was confused.

In the current Imperium, humans were identified by the characteristics of their skulls.

A human skull symbolized the purity of the human soul, meaning that the person had died untainted and uncorrupted, remaining a pure-blooded human.

Aliens and daemons might be able to shapeshift, but the one thing they could never possess was a human skull.

This is why so many institutions and individuals across the Imperium used skull emblems to represent purity.

You could see the skull symbol everywhere in the Imperium.

Even Eden had a golden skull ring on his hand right now.

"Mr. Robot, aren't those humans? How could they possibly be aliens...

Oh right, in your terms, 'xenos'—but they can't be, right?"

Eden pointed at the pile of bones, voicing his doubts.

Those skulls were clean, smooth, and polished—definitely pure.

"Sir..."

The robot paused, as if uncertain how to address Eden.

"My name is Eden Grant."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Eden. I am Moss, a B12 model farm robot."

"Good to meet you too, Mr. Moss!"

Eden enthusiastically extended his hand, and Moss' digital eye screen displayed a happy squint as it seemed pleased.

"Now, Mr. Eden, back to your question. Those creatures to which the bones belonged are undoubtedly aliens.

Based on genetic testing, their similarity to human genes is less than 1%, if not lower.

Judging by that, it's clear they cannot be considered human."

Hearing Moss' explanation, Eden finally understood.

This Golden Age robot, Moss, determined humanity by genetic similarity.

Modern humans had undergone extensive genetic modification, mutations from Chaos wars, and warp exposure.

Their genes had become almost entirely different from those of humans in the Golden Age.

There was even a joke: from a genetic standpoint, a banana from the 3K era was more similar to a pure-blooded human than a human from the 40K era.

At least bananas shared over 50% of their genes with pure-blood humans.

This would explain the Iron Men rebellion.

Perhaps the Iron Men would rather serve a banana from 3K than humans with their messed-up 40K genes.

Of course, this was just Eden's wild speculation.

Now, the problem was how to pass Moss' genetic test.

If he failed, wouldn't that be the end of him?

"Mr. Eden, please extend your hand so we can collect a genetic sample. During the sampling process, please remain calm. Any aggressive behavior will be interpreted as an attack on the farm and will be met with firepower." Moss warned.

Soon, a disc-shaped machine, made of various rusty metal scraps, wobbled over.

The machine stopped in mid-air, seemingly stuck, while sparks fizzled from its joints.

A red alert blared from the machine as its electronic voice repeated, "Error, error, error!"

"Apologies, we've been here for too long. Many parts are rusted, and the reactions can be a bit sluggish..." Moss said as he skillfully gave the machine a couple of whacks.

With each hit, the machine sputtered back to life and floated in front of Eden.

"Is this thing reliable? It seems like it could easily make mistakes..." Eden asked skeptically, eyeing the shabby machine.

But before he could react, the device quickly extended a mechanical arm and pricked his hand, drawing a sample of blood.

As the machine absorbed the blood, data streams flowed across its interface, indicating it was analyzing the sample.

Moss reassured him: "Rest assured, Mr. Eden, based on past data, the machine is infallible!

We've already identified dozens of dangerous xenos using this very machine.

Thankfully, the farm's defense systems protected us from invasion!"

Eden glanced at the pile of bones, feeling they had been unjustly executed.

If he didn't pass the test, would his body be able to withstand the weaponry from the Golden Age?

These were just standard farm defense systems—their firepower shouldn't be that strong, right?

While he was lost in thought, the testing machine suddenly emitted a red light and began beeping loudly.

Eden looked at Moss nervously, "Did that thing malfunction again?"

"Mr. Eden, I'm sorry...

You did not pass the test.

According to my protocols, I must proceed with a full eradication.

In five seconds, I will initiate an attack. You are free to move in the meantime."

Moss' eyes displayed an "X" on its screen, and it raised its weapon toward Eden.

At the same time, the energy turrets in the distance began charging, their barrels glowing brightly.

"Five, four, three..."

"Wait! Can't you double-check? What if there was an error?" Eden exclaimed, panicking as the countdown continued. He mimicked Moss' actions, giving the testing machine a couple of hard knocks.

The machine sparked more violently, but the alarm suddenly stopped, and with a beep, a green indicator light came on.

"See, all good now!" Eden grinned.

"Test passed, test passed..."

Seeing the green light, Moss seemed stunned, and its emotional circuitry sparked even more wildly.

"You okay?" Eden asked, worried the robot might short-circuit.

He still needed to get the Golden Age farming technology from this machine.

"I'm fine..." Moss moved closer to the testing device and stared at the numbers. His visible excitement grew even more.

"Mr. Eden, according to the test, your genetic similarity to the human gene database is 99%!

The 1% difference is due to your genes being even more pure than those in the database!

There's no doubt about it—you are human, and not just any human, but a highly noble pure-blood human!"

Hearing Moss' words, Eden finally let out a sigh of relief.

His guess had been correct—he passed the genetic test.

After his soul had crossed into this world and he had awakened his warp core, the "small sun," Eden's body had been undergoing changes.

Since the soul was the essence, as he absorbed more hope energy, his body had gradually purified in line with his soul.

After the ceremony, the massive influx of hope energy had completely transformed his body.

Now, his genetic structure was identical to the pure human genes of the 3K era—he was a true pure-blooded human.

By the standards of those who believed in genetic purity, his possession of 3K-era genes made him the most pure and sacred of humans.

In today's galaxy, that was an incredibly noble bloodline!

Eden watched Moss, who had lowered its weapon and was no longer threatening him.

Now that the identity issue was resolved, the next challenge was figuring out how to obtain the farming construction technology from this robot—and perhaps even convince it to come back with him!

(End of Chapter)