[{"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-175":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},2264998,4422,"Chapter 175: Doraemon Would Instantly Beat Mephiston","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wiped his mouth, stacked the twelve plates on the table into a pile, and carried them back to the restaurant owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restaurant owner, seeing Zhou Yun alone consume twelve portions, could not help but wear an approving expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ate twelve portions by yourself? My cooking must be good, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner extended four arms to take the plates from Zhou Yun’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The flavor is excellent, but…” Zhou Yun’s eyes flickered with confusion: “Too much? Not really. Your portions are quite small.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, the restaurant owner’s expression froze abruptly—as if for the first time someone had told him his portions were too small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really too small,” Zhou Yun said sincerely, noticing the owner’s change in expression: “I’m only half-full.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid exposing his identity, Zhou Yun had kept the Hot Performance Board & Robot Director active; his speech unconsciously showcased his acting skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sincerity turned the owner’s frozen face dark with self-doubt as he stared at the twelve plates in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t understand why the owner looked like that—he himself felt he’d eaten only half-full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portions were genuinely small; often, Zhou Yun hadn’t even savored the flavor before the dish was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since it cost nothing—just stealing from the chicken thief—he found the taste excellent and had no complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the restaurant, walked along the suspended metal path, found a spot free of gene-thieves, and pulled out the Door of Anywhere and the Seeker’s Staff from his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston,” Zhou Yun whispered, releasing the Seeker’s Staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff toppled, pointing toward Mephiston’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent the 30% error margin, Zhou Yun tested it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming no error, he verified the position using his mental map and opened the Door of Anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of heat, mixed with radioactive sand, swept over Zhou Yun’s body-clay surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stepped through the door, placing one foot onto the desert blanketed in endless yellow sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston,” Zhou Yun whispered again; the staff toppled, pointing to Mephiston’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Zhou Yun summoned the last remnants of his expired college student’s intellect, drawing two lines on his mental map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One line began at Shechi Fortress, the other from his current location—both extending toward Mephiston’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two lines intersected on his mental map, marking a single point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, that point should be Mephiston’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun opened the Door of Anywhere again within the sand and stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood atop a dune of sand, gazing toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Mephiston, the Gene-Thief Chief, the Bishop, and fourteen Shechi Saint-Gilgames Champions were advancing through the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, hidden by the dust and his Rogue-DX suit, observed the scene from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston walked at the rear of the group, lost in thought, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the other members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s expression grew slightly puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Mephiston paying such close attention to the other fourteen Shechi Saint-Gilgames Champions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his psychic power, he could obliterate this group of gene-thieves in a three-to-seven split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three seconds, Mephiston could dismantle the thieves into seven pieces of Original Recipe Chicken and still coat them in sweet-and-sour sauce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pondered for a while but could not fathom Mephiston’s behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The star Balor of the Bar System hung alone above the sandy sky, its crimson scar bleeding toxic radiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot sand battered Zhou Yun’s face; even through the Rogue-DX suit, it caused him emotional discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the Door of Anywhere again; the scene of Shechi Fortress appeared behind it, and he stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s psychic sense stirred slightly; his gaze flickered toward a nearby dune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faintly sensed a gaze had been cast upon him—fleeting, elusive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Mephiston turned his eyes toward it, the gaze vanished without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who? An illusion? Or His Holiness Saint Doraemon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he not have infiltrated the group, but instead followed us silently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston broke into a light sweat—he had never noticed anything until now, only catching the faintest trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Azaha!” The roar of Three-Claw Kaelen rang out as his bullets whistled through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver-tinged water oozed from the desert, emitting a soft crackling sound. Three-Claw Kaelen’s bullets struck the water—but had no effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gen-Wei soldiers dodged, occasionally using their blades to temporarily repel the silver liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-blood gene-thieves could only flee—their biological blades dared not touch the liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirst-Water!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston recognized the liquid seeping from the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No child of Bar would mistake this for ordinary water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Thirst-Water—every child of Bar knew to fear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said to be an ancient war artifact: appearing as ordinary water, yet possessing sentience and basic intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who drank or touched it would instantly be drained of moisture, turning into a desiccated corpse and powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Astartes and gene-thieves could not escape its fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene-Thief Bishop roared; his augmented brain matter glowed blue as his immense psychic power crushed half the Thirst-Water into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the other half surged forward with lightning speed, latching onto the largest Abomination in the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Abomination, massive but dim-witted, had no time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirst-Water clung to its body; it let out a piercing, shrill scream, beads of glistening fluid oozing from its arms as half its body withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston slowly raised a finger and released a precise burst of psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic force roared, blasting the Thirst-Water clinging to the Abomination away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, half the Abomination’s body was as shriveled as a desert mummy; it lay writhing on the ground, moaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the gene-thieves’ formidable vitality kept it alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston manipulated his cognitive distortion to display a suitably guilty expression, as if pained by his companion’s grave injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s my fault,” Mephiston said, voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three-Claw Kaelen stepped forward, clapped Mephiston on the shoulder, and comforted him: “Not your fault—who could’ve expected Thirst-Water to surface here? You did well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are brothers of the same blood, bearing the same duty and responsibility. The appearance of Thirst-Water isn’t anyone’s fault. You expelled it promptly—you’ve done enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene-Thief Bishop, Ling Nao, Mephiston, nodded slightly, knelt on one knee, and used his psychic energy to heal the Abomination:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps I can teach you some psychic techniques.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Mephiston couldn’t help but smile slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Abomination’s injuries were too severe—the Bishop’s psychic energy could not heal it, only barely sustain its life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely, the Gene-Thief Bishop seemed unwilling to abandon the Abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, fifteen Shechi Saint-Gilgames Champions—this number itself held unique significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s covert substitution of one had likely already disrupted the ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Mephiston cooperated with the Gene-Thief Bishop, using his psychic energy to lift the dying Abomination, and continued walking into the desert’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this time, Mephiston felt far more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he knew the ritual had been disrupted by him; second,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Holiness Saint Doraemon was surely lurking nearby, watching the group at all times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot coals burned in the restaurant, spitting sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A two-meter-long juvenile fire-scorpion lay horizontally on the grill, sizzling as it roasted over the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four-armed restaurant owner stared intently: two hands rotated the grill, two others finely adjusted the flame, not daring to slacken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The juvenile fire-scorpion’s meat was tender; one second too long made it tough, one second too short left it raw—even a master chef like the owner needed full concentration to cook it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other gene-thieves around him held their breath, not daring to make a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the moment, the owner used his clawed arms to pry open the scorpion’s shell and sprinkled secret spices over the snowy-white meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the air filled with the sweet aroma of scorpion flesh and the fiery scent of spices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the gene-thieves in the restaurant involuntarily swallowed saliva—this scent was overwhelmingly tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the restaurant owner’s face remained stern; his four powerful arms lifted the grill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thieves quickly cleared a path, letting him step slowly toward Zhou Yun, seated at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive roasted fire-scorpion was placed before Zhou Yun on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire table wobbled violently, nearly toppling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restaurant owner glared, eyes bulging, and demanded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this portion enough? Will it finally fill you up?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the enormous juvenile fire-scorpion, falling into brief silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he shook his head, pried open the shell, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be fooled by its size—once you remove the shell, there’s barely any meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the restaurant owner and the gene-thieves stared in shock, Zhou Yun began pulling the scorpion meat from the shell and shoving it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in Bai Guang’s corner twitched; his fragmented voice echoed from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pieced it together and understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, if you’d challenged Lu Se to a meat-and-liquor contest, Lu Se would’ve lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1478,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b3b2ab590685f8aff84186efdf21d1a0e69a69e88a18fb0f89f7483570189c70","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-176","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-174",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]