[{"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-39":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},2264862,4422,"Chapter 39: 9?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-39",39,"\u003Cp>An elderly woman stood there,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could not determine her age, but she was clearly past the lifespan of the Lower Nest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her silver-gray hair was meticulously coiled into a spiral, rising in a circle at the back of her head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her eyes bore none of the usual cloudiness or dullness of old age, but instead held a shifting, living intelligence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her figure was slightly stooped, yet skillfully concealed beneath a pale blue robe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from beneath the robe extended hands clutching a cheap notebook with a black hardcover,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on the cover, in gray-white ink, were written nine complex digits: 387, 420, 489.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The digits were arranged in a spiral pattern on the cover, as if constantly rotating like a vortex,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet Zhou Yun saw no pattern in them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this the calculator and mathematician you mentioned?” Zhou Yun asked Lei Na.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na’s gaze was distant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she murmured, “Mrs. Nama is so old now. Her husband died early—I wonder how she’s managed living alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na shook herself back to focus and turned to Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Mrs. Nama Karl. Her family has a long history, serving as calculators for a noble’s factory across generations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s kind-hearted, warm, and amusing, and she enjoys studying mathematics as a pastime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her husband died young; she never remarried and had no children, but she adores children and often teaches math to her neighbors’ kids.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a good person—her only flaw is that she often forgets to pray to the Emperor while immersed in mathematics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother has scolded her many times for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na’s voice bordered on a mutter, her eyes filled with unmistakable nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the source of that information… you yourself?” Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed at the neighborhood before her, unhidden longing in her eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I once lived here—in the Ninth District of the Upper Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our family lived next door to Mrs. Nama. We were devout followers of the Imperial Creed; my parents served a noble in interstellar trade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, I awakened psychic potential—and just as the Black Ship was due to arrive at Axi, my mother set me free—from the Viceroy’s tenth-tax unit collecting psykers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na’s gaze grew even more complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, she suddenly lifted her head and stared at Zhou Yun: “My mother was a devout follower of the Imperial Creed. She didn’t let me go out of rebellion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She knew I had received the Emperor’s revelation. She knew my mission—she did it so I could fulfill the Emperor’s will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you certain it wasn’t simply maternal love?” Zhou Yun fixed her with a steady gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na froze, as if the question had never occurred to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can maternal love outweigh faith?” Lei Na stared back at Zhou Yun. “How could faith be bound by something so narrow—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone sharpened, as if Zhou Yun’s words were an insult to her and her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But can paternal love outweigh love for humanity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na blinked, seemingly confused by his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhou Yun’s private vision, the winged figure within the white light sighed, almost bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does He love us? Does He love me and all my brothers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s voice carried a tinge of bitterness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if He does, He’s too busy loving humanity to have time for His own children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at him and sensed, in his words, a nearly shattered humanity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but was this humanity truly that of an Archangel? Zhou Yun could not tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned away and looked at Lei Na, slightly angered: “So, what’s the plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to harm Mrs. Nama, nor draw too much attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na said to Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If she’s still in this neighborhood, she hasn’t moved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For safety, we follow her to confirm, and observe her movements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na watched Mrs. Nama Karl walking toward a distant building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait until she’s away, then sneak into her home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If my memory’s right, she has a safe—inside it’s the records we’re looking for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na turned to Zhou Yun, blinking. “You can handle that, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy,” Zhou Yun said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breaking into the home of a normal Nest-dweller and retrieving a record from a safe—this task was too simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhou Yun’s caution still whispered to him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“387, 420, 489.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun muttered the digits on Mrs. Nama Karl’s notebook cover,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the numbers seemed truly patternless—could they require some complex mathematical formula to reveal meaning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Lei Na blinked, then asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These digits—the ones written on Mrs. Nama Karl’s notebook cover—what do they mean?” Zhou Yun glanced at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na frowned. “I didn’t even remember those numbers. You’ve got a good memory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shrugged—he did have an excellent memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly troubled him was whether these digits carried some numerological significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were nine digits long, ending in nine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but there were countless nine-digit numbers, and far more ending in nine—could all of them be linked to the Changer of Ways?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they couldn’t serve as proof, Zhou Yun’s instincts still prickled with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you certain this woman is harmless?” Zhou Yun asked Lei Na in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this woman truly was a follower of the Changer of Ways, Zhou Yun had no qualms about killing her on the street,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>especially since he had an appointment with the Viceroy—killing was a trivial matter to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My family were all devout believers. If Mrs. Nama had been tainted back then, we would have reported her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na shook her head firmly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet her tone shifted slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just can’t be sure whether she’s been corrupted in the years since.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not seriously thinking of killing Mrs. Nama just because of a string of numbers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na’s gaze toward Zhou Yun grew alarmed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem too extreme—you should at least find more reliable evidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Na’s words made sense, yet Zhou Yun’s inner alarm bells kept ringing—he felt something was deeply wrong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but if he ignored the issue and walked away, he might walk straight into the Changer of Ways’ scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to observe the woman first, then meet the Viceroy before acting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and if she was truly tainted, report her directly to Viceroy Augustus Flax,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who, though negligent in governance, would never tolerate a follower of Chaos living on his doorstep, threatening his safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhou Yun’s memory, the Viceroy was a corrupt, rotten man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet he had never been tainted by Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“387, 420, 489,” Zhou Yun muttered the digits again, trying to find a pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1109,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","09a8e887ea3b723ca843e60c3d2780f23a691f6a70e076051b8efbe34c6aa8e1","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-40","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-38",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]