[{"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-42":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},2264865,4422,"Chapter 42: Holy Number 13","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>District Nine, Residential Area Eighteen, Street Nine, Room Thirteen of the Blood of Baer Inn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streetlights dimmed, signaling that night had fallen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wide street unfurled like silk between the towering hive structures, dotted with countless small stalls\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many residents of the Upper Hive did not return home after dark, instead wandering lazily along the streets\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some walked alone, others with lovers, or couples holding their children by the hand\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They occasionally bought food, trinkets, or small crafts from vendors beside the road\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More still headed toward churches, devoutly praying to the Emperor, thanking Him for another day of protection\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood at the window of Room Thirteen, gazing at a sight impossible to see in the Underhive\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, numbers had been tormenting him\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When choosing a room, he deliberately picked Room Thirteen\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen—what a beautiful number\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor—no, the Horned Rat’s Holy Number\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demonic filth! Die die die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch’s abomination! Finished! Finished!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horned Rat! Yes! Yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun devoutly prayed to the Horned Rat\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Horned Rat’s power shall punish Tzeentch! Rodent, yes! yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of bizarre faith is this? Wait—why is the Emperor the Horned Rat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun prayed devoutly, the noisy warp heretic within Bai Guang denied the truth that the Emperor and the Horned Rat were one\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I can assure you, there is no god called the Horned Rat in the galaxy,” said the winged figure within Bai Guang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t he sitting on the Golden Throne?” Zhou Yun replied with a laugh\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he saw Leina outside the window\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina seemed to be holding something, panting as she ran into the inn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, curious, walked to the door and opened Room Thirteen’s sign-hung entrance\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina burst in from the corridor, face flushed, eyes sparkling with energy, nearly colliding with Zhou Yun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at Leina, seeing joy, delight, and euphoria in her eyes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess what I found?” Leina exhaled heavily, her voice rendered melodic by delight\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the usual dullness in Leina’s demeanor seemed diluted by her joy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, she looked somewhat alluring\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh god, is Leina the dumbass corrupted? That was Zhou Yun’s first thought\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers subtly brushed the tornado in his pocket\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess!” Leina widened her eyes, staring at Zhou Yun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could even smell her faint scent, see the sweat-dampened strands of her hair\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s Slaanesh! Slaanesh’s corrupting influence wants to taint this healthy, upward Imperial youth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes instantly flashed with murderous intent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s murderous gaze startled Leina; she quickly stepped back and pulled something from her clothing\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A model?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A starship model?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the crudely painted plastic starship model in her hand, stunned\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, don’t guess then—why did you almost attack me?” Leina said, still shaken\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun carefully examined the crudely painted plastic starship model\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a golden vessel, sleek and beautiful, with a massive crimson eye-stone at its prow and golden wings adorning both ends\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this?” Zhou Yun asked, bewildered\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the Red Tear!” Leina said\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the Red Tear!” said the winged figure within Bai Guang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked, confused\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the flagship of the Archangels—the glorious Queen of Glory-class battleship, the Red Tear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina raised the model triumphantly, exclaiming:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I made this with my mother when I was a child!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I buried it beneath a steel plate in District Nine—I never thought it would still be here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, so it was a model of the Queen of Glory-class battleship Red Tear, once commanded by Saint Guilliman\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the usual dim-witted aura return to Leina, Zhou Yun exhaled softly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, this idiot hadn’t been corrupted\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you find anything following Nama Kar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mrs. Nama Kar was exactly as she was yesterday—normal in every way,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina shook her head and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, but I confirmed her routine”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her factory is working overtime to ship a batch of weapons tomorrow; she’s responsible for the calculations. No one will be home at her house tomorrow night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you planning to act tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun frowned and handed her the dossier he’d obtained from Augustus Flax:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take a look at this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina blinked, taking the dossier from Zhou Yun’s hand\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened it and gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mrs. Nama’s dossier? So detailed? Where did you get this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have my sources. Study it carefully,” Zhou Yun told Leina\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to look at the wall\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calendar hung on the wall\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore both the local Asford calendar and the Terra calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Imperial holidays were set according to the Terra calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the Feast of Guilliman fell in December on the Terra calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun knew the Terra calendar well—it was the same as the old solar calendar from long ago\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Terra calendar, tomorrow was October 9\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nine, but not the extreme date of September 9\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were September 9, Zhou Yun would probably recite “Recalling Battle Brothers on September 9” and cancel all action tomorrow\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But October 9… it made Zhou Yun feel his nerves tightening\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For convenience, the calendar also noted the day number of the year under the Terra calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“October 9—the 282nd day of the year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seems unremarkable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his chin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among these numbers, only one was a nine, and 282 wasn’t a multiple of nine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>387, 420, 489, 6,561 blood coins, 4153 prayers, October 9, 282 days…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These numbers intertwined, echoing endlessly in Zhou Yun’s mind\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he could find no pattern\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were multiples of nine, some contained nine, others had nothing to do with nine at all\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine was Tzeentch’s Holy Number\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He truly used mathematics to spread corruption, He would use nine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other numbers might point to other Chaos Gods, causing interference\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun even considered writing sevens—Nurgle’s number—on his body to counteract Tzeentch\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, this dossier doesn’t seem problematic,” Leina said, pointing to the file\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see a woman so devout she’d drain most of her savings, a wife whose husband died for the Empire, a kind-hearted lady”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She does have a peculiar interest in mathematics—but that hardly suggests corruption?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun listened to Leina, silent for a long moment\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina the dumbass couldn’t possibly be corrupted by Tzeentch—her IQ was too low. What she said was likely true\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he simply become too paranoid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in Bai Guang’s corner: “What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No signs of corruption—at least not yet,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whispered the winged figure within Bai Guang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But corruption is always subtle and hidden”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before the Horus Heresy began, who could have imagined so many Primarchs and Astartes had been corrupted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join the group, join the group; at 8:30 we’ll draw a Spirit Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1125,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","741604670ddcebbd9b91e957abee28784286db317192755057e14f16a34b761c","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-43","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-41",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]