Chapter 3: Evolution Paradise? Really?

Meng Yi quickly cleans the battlefield with the "90% new" puppet he just acquired.

Scrapped standard-issue chainsword of a Space Marine? Mine!

13 pieces of various cold weapons that are barely usable? Still mine!

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 toward this side, Meng Yi still does not intend to continue staying in the "Under-Hive District · Black Gun."

He picks up a blood-stained rag to tie up the extra harvest of this trip.

The puppet consciously takes the bundle and carries it on its back. Meng Yi, carrying nothing, leaves the cramped alleyway mixed with the smell of blood and stench with light steps.

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

……

After traveling continuously for almost 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, maintains the basic stability of the "Blood Finger District" with force.

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

After the limelight passes, he will let the diligent tool puppet go to the "Black Gun District" to trade hands a dozen times, exchange it for basic survival supplies, and bring them back.

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

Meng Yi manipulates the "90% new" puppet he just acquired to step forward and open the door, "Mental Psychic · Cognitive Interference" affecting the thinking of the "neighbors" around, as eerie and unpredictable as a ghost that has disappeared from the minds of living beings.

The base is on the seventh floor of a cluster-style residence over a hundred stories high, with an indoor area of about sixty-plus square meters; though the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs—two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom.

Centuries of wind and frost erosion have not been repaired, but the engineering architecture of the once-glorious Human Galactic Empire remains as stable as ever, not becoming a dilapidated house 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 on the old sofa and doesn't want to move at all, only manipulating the puppet to sort the harvest.

He has long been skilled at what can be sold for supplies and what needs to be washed a few more times in the next district over.

……

Meng Yi is a proud "transmigrator" who has been in this godforsaken resource star's hive city, in the lower districts, for exactly eighteen years.

Who are his parents? Unclear.

Perhaps they died in some corner long ago, taken by someone to be made into "corpse starch."

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

He descended into this world, and the emotionless couple obviously wouldn't raise offspring; selling him for supplies was clearly the optimal plan.

Thanks to Meng Yi awakening "psychic power" innately—and the most covert Telepathy school at that—plus the help of his normal human thinking from his past life, he was able to escape the nursery involved in human modification and organ trafficking after barely gaining the ability to survive alone, 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 more than twenty years of experience in a normal society in his past life, his worldview would have been twisted beyond recognition long ago.

Even so, Meng Yi is completely different from the "first-class good citizen" he once was; he no longer hesitates when raising his blade.

In a world left with only chaos, sin, and despair, it is already good enough that he can stick to his bottom line and not eat the "corpse starch," 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's even a resource star 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 desperate "Hive City Under-Hive" doesn't need to update its history.

But the Emperor definitely sat on the "Golden Throne," having diarrhea endlessly, becoming an "Emperor Skeleton."

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

The path of light no longer exists; facing all directions, inside and outside the universe, there is only darkness.

The great empire that once ruled the galaxy and was glorious for a time is like this.

Meng Yi, in the Under-Hive of an abandoned resource star, is he not the same?

Meng Yi just wants to survive; those who hinder his survival... there is nothing that cannot be killed!

After resting for a long while, Meng Yi gets up and goes to the kitchen to get a tube of 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 wouldn't fear prions, I still can't accept 'corpse starch'."

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

Fortunately, the "Hive City Under-Hive" lacks everything except those who feed on human blood buns.

Meng Yi, who grew up in this environment, has no psychological burden when raising the 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 wave of evolution sweeps across the multiverse. Chosen one, you will climb to the limit of life, you will witness the rise and fall of civilization.]*

*[Welcome to — "Evolution Paradise"!]*

Whether it is a clumsy joke of the Chaos Gods of the Warp, or a true miracle descending, it cannot extinguish Meng Yi's tenacious will to survive.

*[Five... four... three... two... one.]*

Too late to think too much, without wasting five seconds of preparation time, Meng Yi puts away the firearms he just captured, checks the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and runs rapidly to the storage room to pick up a long knife and a chainsword.

*[Cross-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 doorway.

*Hmm? Smell of blood?*

As a veteran fisherman, "crouching tiger" (camper), and "cautious path" player, Meng Yi, lying half-sideways against the wall, does not open his eyes, carefully and cautiously probing the situation around him with psychic tentacles.

"Psykers" are commonly known as "glass cannons," but that doesn't mean "Psykers" are worse than ordinary people.

*[Selection Trial begins!]*

*[World Background: A surface human civilization with a lifespan of less than a hundred years has always craved 'immortality' since ancient times. The discovery of the 'Progenitor Virus' and the 'Redlight Virus' made humans mistakenly believe they had discovered the 'Stairway to God,' not knowing that 'demons' had already broken free from their cages.]*

*[World Difficulty: lv1~lv39.]*

*[Basic Mission: Survive for thirty days in the composite virus doomsday world, complete the mindset shift of the new identity, and adapt to the "Evolution Paradise" environment.]*

*[Mission Reward: 1000 Paradise Coins.]*

*[Side Mission: None, please explore by yourself, player.]* ===== CHAPTER 4 =====