[{"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-48":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},2264871,4422,"Chapter 48: Signed: Orleans Wing","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>“That bastard Lag is probably slacking off somewhere again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina stormed out, muttering curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said Zhou Yun should tally up the losses himself, and all compensation would be deducted from Lag’s salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the money wasn’t enough, she’d take a loss herself and send Lag to the Upper Nest to be converted into a machine servant to pay off his debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun said he’d take the money, but he didn’t want the machine servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag was too ugly—he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he saw him at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pushed open the iron door, riddled with grotesque holes, and stepped into his house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he paused, slightly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything inside the house was neat and untouched—the bed hadn’t been disturbed, and the items on the small table remained exactly as he’d left them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun opened the cabinet; the clothes inside had been moved, and one fitted undershirt was missing, but nothing else was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most peculiar of all, he saw a letter placed on his bedside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange. Too strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s brow immediately furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, picked up the letter, and opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he couldn’t understand a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The letter was written in elegant, ornate cursive script, intricate and elaborate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each letter was neatly aligned on the yellowed paper; if not for the visible ink traces, Zhou Yun might have thought it was printed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun squinted and barely recognized a few words, similar to the Low Gothic spoken in Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most of the words were completely unintelligible—he only felt the language’s excessive complexity and refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to this language, Asford’s Low Gothic seemed like the crude jargon of barbarians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely, Zhou Yun found the script vaguely familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words and letters resembled English from the 3K era, only far more complex and ornate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Zhou Yun had never been good at English in school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all these years, he could barely manage yes and no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s High Gothic,” said the winged figure within the white light, softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s face twisted in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High Gothic was an official language of the Imperium, originating from the Dark Age of Technology’s Terra-Merica and the Pacific Rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it was a convoluted, refined evolution of the English Zhou Yun had known before his transmigration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lands of North America had become a conglomerate of hive cities, where nobles adored elaborate, useless rituals—High Gothic was born from that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, for the vast majority of Imperial citizens, it was utterly incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Adeptus Ministorum, high-ranking Imperial officials, and some eccentric nobles used it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people spoke Low Gothic, heavily bastardized on different planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean a petty thief from the lower hive levels left me a letter written in High Gothic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did he think I could read it? He’s got way too high an opinion of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the letter were written in plain English, he still wouldn’t understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina seemed to know some.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her family had once been devout Ministorum followers; many of the Church’s original scriptures were written in High Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall I read it to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I was born on Baal, as a Primarch, I was educated in High Gothic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder if Angron could read it?” Zhou Yun asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure fell silent for a moment. “You’re being too harsh on him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In terms of intellect, my brother is biologically disabled.” “Didn’t Caen ever try teaching his father anything? He needed to attend war council meetings during the Great Crusade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re being just as harsh on Caen. If you want him dead, just say so.” The winged figure shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the winged figure turned its gaze to the letter in Zhou Yun’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I apologize for forcibly entering your home. I believe your income matches your contributions, so my intent was not theft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure softly read aloud the letter written in High Gothic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enclosed are blood coins to compensate for the damage to your door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a job offering, one that can serve the Emperor and the Imperium—and pay handsomely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you wish to discuss further, I will await you tomorrow night at the eastern garbage dump in Lower Hive District Thirteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For security, I wrote this letter in High Gothic, confident you can read this ancient tongue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the same reason, do not reveal its contents to anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Signed: Orleans Wing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Huh?” Zhou Yun tilted his head, bewildered. “Orleans Wing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orleans Wing was the self-proclaimed alias of the notorious thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of ridiculous alias is that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terra’s chickens went extinct ages ago—how is someone calling themselves Orleans Wing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if you weren’t here to steal, why break into my door?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the several blood coins peeking out of the envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even thoughtfully included the cost of door repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This letter had too many absurdities—Zhou Yun’s expression grew increasingly odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What struck him as most bizarre was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did this notorious thief assume he could read High Gothic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He seems to possess some form of precognition—perhaps, like you, he discerned your uniqueness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But as I said before, your fate is triple-woven, blurred and unclear—he may have seen only fragments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know, High Gothic is essentially a convoluted version of ancient Terra’s English. Logically, you should be able to read it at least somewhat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I graduated how many years ago?” Zhou Yun grumbled, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was growing increasingly suspicious of the thief’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orleans Wing—no way a lower hive thief would know such a term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lower hive doesn’t even have Crazy Thursday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh god, could this be Tzeentch retaliating? Did he show up this fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the letter in his hand and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not this was Tzeentch’s corruption,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he wouldn’t go alone to meet this self-proclaimed “Orleans Wing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d need at least two or three hundred men with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thought for a moment, then slipped the letter into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item: High Gothic Letter]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: Mingfuzhidunxingxi - Asifudexing - Fudiyachengxiachao ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evaluation: A letter written in High Gothic. The signature “Orleans Wing” evokes memories of Crazy Thursday’s deliciousness.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Production Date: 998.M41]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Opened]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Value: 0.001 credits]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had drawn inspiration from his previous incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any item placed into the fourth-dimensional pocket displayed its relevant information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If an item was corrupted, he’d know immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still uneasy, Zhou Yun inspected every single item in his small house before feeling slightly reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a piece of composite wood to plug the hole in the iron door, then lay down on his bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>0.3 seconds later, Zhou Yun was asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Warhammer, the Americans (not necessarily the original paint, but in novels, Horus still calls them Americans) survived all the way to the Terra Unification Wars, becoming a conglomerate of hive cities ruled by nobles—truly legendary survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1183,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","26eb1b1c7ec6f04754b42e4e2d63c86f4e21e49a611ee21cca42a387ccd59f7f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-49","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-47",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]