Chapter 3: Evolution Paradise? Is it really true?

Meng Yi quickly cleans up the battlefield with the "nine-percent new" puppet he just acquired.

Scrapped standard chainsword of a Space Marine? Mine!

Thirteen various cold weapons that can barely be used? Still mine!

Seven hundred and sixty-four "Black Coins"? Oh my god, thank you for nature's gift!

It took a few minutes to loot the extra harvest of this trip.

For safety's sake, Meng Yi once again activates the medium-consumption, five-kilometer-radius "Psychic Diffusion: Wide-Area Mental Detection."

Although no one is rushing here, Meng Yi still does not intend to continue staying in the "Under-Hive: Black Gun."

He picks up a blood-stained rag to bundle up the extra harvest from this trip.

The puppet consciously takes the bundle and carries it on its back. Meng Yi, carrying nothing, leaves the narrow alley mixed with the smell of blood and foul odors with light steps.

The "bomber" who just attracted fire has been replenished. In a few days, he will rummage through the trash to find some sharp objects to modify it, and it will be another fearless "fierce general."

……

After traveling continuously for nearly half a day, Meng Yi returns to one of his seventeen bases.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows; it is very reasonable for Meng Yi, who possesses memories from before his transmigration, to prepare a few more.

Leaving the "Black Gun District," he arrives at the "Blood Finger District."

The "Blood Finger" gang, another gang of the "Black Gun" gang, uses force to maintain the basic stability of the "Blood Finger District."

The "Black Coin" currency of the "Black Gun" gang is quite troublesome to use in the area of the "Blood Finger" gang.

After the wind blows over for a few days, let the diligent tool puppet go to the "Black Gun District" to turn it over a dozen times, exchange it for basic survival supplies, and bring it back.

Meng Yi, who is well-versed in the essence of the "cautious" path, has similar bomber puppets in every base, ready to be thrown into battle at any time.

Meng Yi manipulates the "nine-percent new" puppet he just acquired to open the door, "Psychic-type Psychic Power: Cognitive Interference" affecting the thinking of the surrounding "neighbors," as eerie and unpredictable as a ghost that has disappeared from the thinking of living beings.

The base is on the seventh floor of a cluster-style residence over a hundred stories high. The indoor area is about sixty square meters. Though small, it is complete with everything, including two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

After centuries of wind and frost erosion without repairs, the engineering architecture of the once-glorious Human Galactic Empire is still stable, not becoming a dangerous building leaking wind everywhere.

Closing the heavy steel door, he returns to his "dog kennel."

Meng Yi, like a stinky salted fish out of water, lies paralyzed on the old sofa, not wanting to move at all, only manipulating the puppet to categorize the harvest.

What can be sold for supplies, what needs to be washed a few more times in the next district or the district after that—he has long since become proficient.

……

Meng Yi is a glorious "transmigrator," having come to this pit-filled resource planet, Hive City, Under-Hive District, for a full eighteen years.

Who are his parents? Unclear.

Perhaps they died long ago in some corner and were taken to be made into "corpse starch."

Born with memories of his past life, Meng Yi knows very well that he is merely an accidental product of the desire of a young man and woman in the "Lower Hive."

He descended into this world, and the emotionless couple obviously would not raise offspring; selling him for supplies was obviously the optimal plan.

Thanks to Meng Yi awakening "psychic power" at birth—and it being the most covert psychic type—plus the help of his normal human thinking from his past life, he was able to escape the breeding center involving human body modification and organ trafficking after barely gaining the ability to survive independently, avoiding the miserable fate of his "companions."

Meng Yi, like a homeless stray dog, survived alone in the "Hive City Under-Hive," which is countless times more dangerous than "wilderness survival," for ten years.

If it weren't for the twenty-plus years of experience in normal society in his past life, his worldview would have been twisted beyond recognition long ago.

Even so, Meng Yi is distinct from the "first-class good citizens" of the past; he no longer hesitates to raise his butcher's knife.

In a world left only with chaos, evil, and despair, it is already quite good that he can hold his bottom line and not eat the "corpse starch" that is a specialty of the "Hive City Under-Hive."

……

*Hey, Emperor, Golden Throne, tsk tsk tsk. *

During his ten years of scavenging, Meng Yi rummaged through books recording history and knowledge, discovering that the world he is in is the pit-filled Warhammer 40k, and it is also a resource planet that was abandoned by the Empire long ago!

He doesn't know how long it has been since the rebellion of the filial son Warmaster Horus ended, because the "Hive City Under-Hive" in despair does not need to update its history.

But the Emperor definitely sat on the "Golden Throne" and had diarrhea, becoming an "Emperor Skeleton."

The Empire can continue to gasp for breath, continuing for another hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years of national fortune, but there will eventually be a day of collapse.

The bright path no longer exists; facing the four directions, up and down, and the universe inside and out, there is only darkness.

The great Empire that once ruled the Milky Way is like this.

Meng Yi in the Hive City Under-Hive, on an abandoned resource planet, is he not the same?

Meng Yi just wants to live; anything that hinders his survival... there is nothing that cannot be killed!

After resting for a good while, Meng Yi gets up and goes to the kitchen to get a cheap nutrient paste with an indescribable taste. Main ingredients: earthworms, rats...

"Not bad, at least it's not 'corpse starch'."

"Although the basic genetic optimization of the Empire's citizens won't fear prions, I still cannot accept 'corpse starch'."

These nutrient pastes require the sacrifice of several puppets each time to be purchased from black merchants from the "Lower Hive" in major gangs and transferred to his own hands.

Fortunately, the "Hive City Under-Hive" lacks everything, but it does not lack people who chew on human blood buns.

Meng Yi, who grew up in this environment, has no psychological burden when raising a butcher's knife.

Meng Yi, who was leisurely tasting the nutrient paste, suddenly froze, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile like the "White Devil Mask."

【The tide of evolution sweeps through the multiverse. Chosen one, you will climb to the limit of life, and you will witness the rise and fall of civilization.】

【Welcome to—"Evolution Paradise!"】

Whether it is a clumsy joke by the Chaos Gods of the Warp, or a true miracle descending, neither can erase Meng Yi's tenacious will to live.

【Five... four... three... two... one.】

There is no time to think too much. Without wasting the five seconds of preparation time, Meng Yi puts away the firearms he just seized, checks the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and runs quickly to the storage room to pick up a long knife and a chainsword.

【Trans-dimensional teleportation begins!】

……

Cold, shaking...

When Meng Yi wakes up, he finds that his location has changed.

From the old cluster-style residence, it has become a conference room in a modern building with decent decoration, with broken chairs scattered around, and large objects like tables and cabinets piled up at the entrance.

*Hmm? Smell of blood? *

As a veteran fisherman, Voldemort, and cautious-style player, Meng Yi, lying half-paralyzed against the wall, does not open his eyes, carefully and cautiously using psychic tentacles to probe the situation around him.

"Psykers" are commonly known as "glass cannons," but that does not mean "psykers" are inferior to ordinary people.

【Selection Trial Begins!】

【World Background: Surface human civilization with a lifespan of less than a hundred years has always craved "immortality." The discovery of the "Progenitor Virus" and the "Redlight Virus" made humans mistakenly believe they had discovered the "Ascension Ladder," not knowing that 'demons' had already broken free from their cages.】

【World Difficulty: lv1~lv39.】

【Basic Task: Survive for thirty days in the composite virus doomsday world, complete the mindset transition of the new identity, and adapt to the "Evolution Paradise" environment.】

【Task Reward: 1000 Paradise Coins.】

【Side Mission: None, please explore by yourself, player.】 ===== CHAPTER 4 =====