[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te":3,"chapter-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in Warhammer, Please Don't Praise the Doraemon Machine God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264833,4422,"Chapter 10: It","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>“No way, are you jealous of my handsome face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun made a slight adjustment to his lion-like visage, refining it to more closely resemble the arrogant countenance of Laine El. Jonsen from his memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it still wasn’t quite right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Zhou Yun had never seen the Lion King’s true face—he’d only fashioned it from illustrations, chess pieces, and textual descriptions from his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like him, but not quite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, this Lion King’s face still isn’t handsome enough. Maybe I should just sculpt a Meifeng instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meifeng? You mean Fugrym?” The winged figure in the white light paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly realized Meifeng likely referred to the Primarch Fugrym, Son of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Primarch, once called the Emperor’s Purple Phoenix, was now a purple serpent-demon of Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure shuddered slightly, as if recalling some dim memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, he sighed and said, “I’m begging you—Laine’s face is fine. Don’t change it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the winged figure’s plaintive tone, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but chuckle softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of actually sculpting Fugrym’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though before his fall, Fugrym had single-handedly raised humanity’s average attractiveness to the highest in the galaxy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now he was a Chaos-LGTPQIA+ pansexual inter-species BDSM one-love-four-love Nanliang Primarch who had ascended to become a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou Yun sculpted his face, he’d likely be corrupted by the Warp the next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I won’t sculpt it—but you have to teach me how to make this face more like the Lion King.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thought for a moment, then looked at the winged figure in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, raise your eyebrows a bit. Shorten your chin slightly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light nodded reluctantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the ears are just like that—now it’s starting to look more like Laine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure had initially resisted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but as Zhou Yun shaped his face to increasingly resemble Laine El. Jonsen, he seemed to grow interested and began offering earnest guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There—it’s Laine. Exactly like this,” the winged figure in the white light said with a touch of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at his reflection in the mirror—the deep, cold, yet commanding lion’s face—and let out a quiet whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Laine wasn’t popular among the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting aside his personality, just his face looked like the entire galaxy had raped his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gloomy, stern, and utterly devoid of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who dared crack a joke with him would get a uppercut straight to the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stuffing the box of body clay back into his fourth-dimensional pocket, Zhou Yun placed the superpower hat on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hat bore a mechanical right hand in a white glove, looking like a ridiculous toy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once worn, Zhou Yun faintly sensed the presence of nonexistent organs, granting him abilities he’d never had before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused his mind, fixing his gaze on a soda can in the corner of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical finger on Zhou Yun’s hat pointed at the can, and the can floated into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a gentle squeeze, the can exploded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Telekinesis. Next is—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun concentrated, closed his eyes slightly, and his figure flickered—suddenly appearing at the room’s doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantaneous teleportation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun checked his arms and clothing, confirming he could move his body clay and attire together,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>avoiding the situation where only his body teleported while his clothes remained behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one is—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun focused his attention on his eyes, then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls and floor around him became slightly transparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focusing intently, he gazed downward and faintly saw the labyrinth of pipes beneath the ground—the Old Eighth District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, feeling a slight ache in his eyes and a sudden surge of fatigue within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun closed his eyes and shut off his x-ray vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After testing the three abilities of the superpower hat, he found telekinesis and teleportation came naturally to him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but x-ray vision was weaker—he needed intense focus to barely pierce the ground, and it drained his energy heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, x-ray vision wasn’t something he needed to keep active constantly; he could use it only when necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Zhou Yun pulled out the Anywhere Ring from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entrance to the Old Eighth District was blocked by local gangs, but Zhou Yun didn’t need to enter through the entrance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as long as he knew the area beneath was the Old Eighth District, he could use the Anywhere Ring to drill straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the Anywhere Ring on the ground and stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Eighth District—a buried, labyrinthine network of pipes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>two gang members, smoking lit LHO cigarettes and wielding flashlights, patrolled the pitch-black tunnels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are the bosses looking for? Stuck in this dump all day,” the gang member on the left muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Eighth District had been buried underground for over a century; its power systems were long destroyed, and the air carried a stale, unpleasant odor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he felt compelled to make small talk with his patrol partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from our squad leader they’re searching for an old PDF warehouse buried beneath us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Supposedly, it’s full of guns and cannons and stuff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companion flicked his LHO cigarette and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say they found it, but the whole warehouse is buried under collapsed rubble—can’t get in at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like it won’t be dug out anytime soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let it stay buried then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang member on the left took a deep drag of his cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place may be stuffy, but it’s just a lazy patrol—way easier than working in the Hive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companion nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive was already a giant shitpit; a Hive without a Viceroy was shit within shit. Only the ruthless survived here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even these gang members faced constant danger in the Lower Hive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>attacks from rival gangs, desperate residents, enraged Hive worker collectives, internal gang conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and the cultists and heretics hiding in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, you might just wake up as a corpse lying on the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, this buried ruin felt downright peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the air was stale, pitch-black, and without power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but at least you didn’t have to face the Hive’s dangers or its filthy air—the gang members felt a deep sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s literally amazing,” he told his companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt the ground slipping farther away beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Why am I actually floating? The gang member stared, bewildered, at himself and his partner hovering in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if gripped by invisible hands, their heads slammed together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quack! When is GW going to separate the Imperial Heir?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1119,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f2c728ad81f26069f8e935fdbc41c295046a342fac5f48808de537aeac82b20e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-11","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-9",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]